Lunchtime movies

[telophase]

I don't know why it hasn't occurred to me for years that I can watch Netflix streaming videos at lunch, but there you have it. I started watching the pilot episode of Stargate SG-1 because I've never seen any of the shows other than the movie that started it all. )I was so out of touch with TV for a few years there, not owning one, that I wasn't aware there was a Stargate TV show until several seasons into it!)

And: man, those are some badly-trained soldiers*. I'm through the stargate now, and I've seen the soldiers manage to unintentionally point their guns at all sorts of civilians. Even the colonel (or whatever his rank is; you can see how invested I am in it at this point).

Let us not speak of the opening "Hey this thing we soldiers know nothing about that we're supposed to guard that is locked in a very deep bunker is making noise and motion ... perhaps we should venture up the ramp a little closer to it and watch!" They remind me of the guinea fowl that were consistently hit by cars on the road I used to live on, because your average guinea fowl's response to a very large object bearing down on it at great speed is to go into the road to get a better look. But their brains are the size of peanuts: they have an excuse.


* well, more like actors who are completely unfamiilar with gun safety.

EDIT. Screenshots! So those of you who haven't seen it or who have forgotten can see!



This is from one sequence in which the colonel's gun never wavered from someone else while they were walking, against all common sense and regulations.

Arrow in the first picture because the gun kind of blends into the uniform.







You know, if I had only these screenshots to go on and nothing else, I'd have said that the colonel is covertly threatening the other guy. But I've seen enough other stuff like this in the episode that I know it's not.

Comments

[yhlee]

I totally started to crack up looking at your screenshots.

I'll tell you my gun safety story sometime over email, it's too embarrassing to recount in public. (And not that exciting, but still.)

[telophase]

My gun safety story is from working in a museum. We got an antique gun expert in to help us evaluate a few boxes of old rifles that had been damaged.* He remonstrated me for sitting next to the box in the line of fire when he was holding the guns. It wasn't until the next day, when he was gone, that I realized I should have pointed out that when I was taught about gun safety, it was incumbent on the wielder of the gun to not point it at someone, instead of incumbent on the other person not to be pointed at.


* Pakced away in wooden boxes. The room they were in flooded at one point. Sum total of care seemed to consist of opening the boxes, throwing in packets of dessicants, and then LEAVING THEM THERE FOR YEARS. Yeaaah, there were some nice ruined stocks there.

[kore]

I realized I should have pointed out that when I was taught about gun safety, it was incumbent on the wielder of the gun to not point it at someone, instead of incumbent on the other person not to be pointed at.

What's that famous gun safety lecture from, Evil Dead? Heh.

[kore]

They remind me of the guinea fowl that were consistently hit by cars on the road I used to live on, because your average guinea fowl's response to a very large object bearing down on it at great speed is to go into the road to get a better look. But their brains are the size of peanuts: they have an excuse.

//chokes on latte

[telophase]

It was a rare few weeks I didn't see a sad little heap of feathers on the road! The owners presumably kept buying more (or the hens were laying enough to replace the flock). I don't know why they didn't pen them in somewhere, unless they were trying to breed for smarter guinea fowl. Didn't seem to work, in that case.