I would love to report to work on Tuesday morning as the new Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts
Like others here, my first inclination was to relocate to some pornographic fantasy land. However, I’m not sure if I would want to live there as I am now. With my bad back, bad knees, and now my bad left arm, I’m not sure I’d be up to all the hard work involved in the sexual gymnastics often required of the denizens of that domain. If, however, the pornomantic spirit or whatever were to grant me the body I occupied fifteen years ago . . . well, certain porn movies would be nice to at least visit.
So, with pornography being out, let me move on to a different vice. My current (hopefully temporary) physical situation wouldn’t really bother me in the Star Trek universe, at least not for long. Dr. McCoy or Crusher or Bashir could just scan me, heal me, and send me back to duty within an hour or so. What that duty might be, however, is an interesting question. I played medic in the National Guard once upon a time, so perhaps I could get a job doing something in a starship’s sick bay. Or perhaps I could indulge in my interest in psychology or anthropology, and do something with that in Star Fleet. ** Lt. Commander Gil-Martin**, member of some special first contact team? Why not? If I had the potential, I could do it. It seems that in the Star Trek universe, you really can be all that you can be. And if I didn’t make it in Star Fleet (though that’s the fantasy), so what? I imagine doing the Trekverse equivalents of the boring regular guy jobs I’ve had in real life might lead to some pretty interesting experiences. Maintaining the P.O. logs at Quark’s Bar, conducting research at some Bajoran library, assembling machinery at the Utopia Plantia Fleet Yards of Mars–that’s the kind of stuff that would be on my resume if it had been written in the twenty-fourth century. Mostly, though, I think I would be a Star Fleet officer.
Yeah, I think I could step into one of the Star Trek movies and, assuming I avoided getting assimilated by the Borg, live happily ever after. Even if I stepped into that world as I really am, I think I could have a pretty good life there. I could even snag me a hot Vulcan wife. And failing that, well, I’m sure the holodeck has adult settings.
Monday-- the wizarding world doesn’t observe minor Muggle holidays like Labor Day (though the pro-House Elf lobby is trying to play it up).
And doesn’t the Hogwarts Express take the students on Sept. first? So the kids are already there. Better hurry up, but I’ll cover for you…
…I’m your TA this term!
Groundhog Day.
I’m so there…
Otherwise, I’d be one of the New Main Street Singers.
Urgh, Morocco during WWII? Heat AND Nazis? No Casablanca for me, thanks.
I think I’d actually pick some Technicolor movie musical that I haven’t seen, because I wouldn’t want to risk destroying a movie that I actually LIKE by altering its timeline by inserting myself into it. Haven’t you people seen Pleasantville?
What was the movie, early 60s I believe, with Jimmy Sterwart and Maureen O’Hara on vaction at a beach house with their kids?
…That or The Russians are Coming The Russians are Coming.
I could be content in Under the Tuscan Sun.
A world where instant coffee evolved from men?
:dubious:
Logan’s Run after the system crashed. Lots of confused young babes!
Mr. Hobbs Takes A Vacation.
*Meet Me in St. Louis. *I could easily live there . . . except for the lack of air conditioning. But at least I know the words to all the songs.
Holiday Inn. Kick back in that lovely old house in the beautiful countryside with a handsome retired General and have a huge influx of cool buddies appear for every holiday. Good food, good music, a horse for Cetlling, and an innocent time to live in.
Or else live on the Enterprise in the TNG iteration.
Thankyou kindly. Movies like that, and of that era, bring back pleasant memories of my childhood.
Take me to Hogwort’s, please. I don’t have to be a major player. I just want to live there.
A 30’s screwball comedy? I am so there. Not the real-world depression, I want to rub elbows with the wacky, insanely wealthy folk. This is a world of beautiful runaway heiresses, white Art Deco mansions with marble foyers and big staircases, huge flower arrangements in every room, slinky sequin and satin gowns, fox trimmed coats, elegant roadsters to barrel down the empty road in. Oh, and those nightclubs full of little tables for two, watching a Busby Berkely musical number featuring 100 showgirls and 100 boy dancers. I want to know if such a place is like Dr. Who’s TARDIS, to fit that crowd into one little building.
I’d like to visit The Blue Lagoon, but not live there. I wouldn’t live there very long - parasites, tropical diseases, hunger, isolation,sunstroke, poison jellyfish - it ain’t all coconuts, mangoes, and lolling around in a treehouse I built all by myself, folks - but I would love to visit there a spell.
Oh, and maybe visit Yorkshire, the James Herriott All Creatures Great and Small world. I love animals, not afraid of getting my hands dirty, and would adore rambling all over the beautiful countryside all day, hitting up the pub for a pint in the evening.
I think the logical min/max answer must be the Star Trek Next Generation movies. Advanced free health care. Post scarcity economy. And pretty much every fantastic whim you could ever have is taken care of by the holodeck.
A little bit more down to earth, something like Under the Tuscan Sun or Baby Boom, where the stressed out urbanite finds a better life by moving to a more rural area seems like it would greatly satisify me.
Something quirky like Hitchhikers Guide or Dr WHo could be fun too.
Where do you live? I think we could be kindred spirits.
I was thinking Singing In the Rain…a world where any emotion can be expressed by bursting into song and dance, that is a world where I would fit. A world where all the men know how to dance and how to lead and the word “darling” can be used without irony, yes please.
Smoke
Ikiru
The Last Picture Show
Etc., etc.
I’d adjust better to a world as full of ordinary problems and small times as my own, but I’d appreciate it if the meaningfulness were as in the forefront as it is when it’s a movie.
Robin Williams’ character’s “heaven” in “What Dreams May Come.”
I want to sing and dance with the boys from Newsies.
Being a Jedi would be cool, too.
And count me in as someone who wants to live at Hogwarts!
Okay, “in” but not “of”…That Evening Song with Hal Halbrook. The movie was kind of sappy but the location knocked my socks off. It looks exactly like the farm we used to have on the French Broad River. I’m not kidding, exactly.