Yeah, I can fly. However, gavity seems to be problem these days. Thanks for the congrats!

Wendy

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From: "Neil T Foster" <ntfoster@...>
Reply-To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com
To: <PotaDG@yahoogroups.com>
Subject: RE: [PotaDG] Just a brag
Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 07:08:40 +1000

-- Wow you know how to fly then?! ;-)  Seriously though, well done Wendy, congratulations.

 

Neil

 

-----Original Message-----
From: PotaDG@yahoogroups. com [PotaDG@ yahoogroups. com] On Behalf Of libraryape
Sent: Wednesday, 13 September 2006 3:12 AM
To: PotaDG@yahoogroups. com
Subject: [PotaDG] Just a brag

Already I've been approached to coach actors who will
be playing the wicked witch's flying monkeys in in a future
production of "Wizard of Oz".

.

-- So anyone have confirmation that it is in fact out now? Anyone got their copy?

 

Neil

 

-----Original Message-----
From: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com [PotaDG@ yahoogroups.com ] On Behalf Of Ty Templeton
Sent: Wednesday, 13 September 2006 7:52 PM
To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com

Subject: [PotaDG] Revolution #6

I've been told by at least one distributor that Revolution #6 WILL be on sale today... 

 

.

.___

I picked up a copy yesterday. The back-up story is fantastic. Easily
my favorite of the series.

I need to sit down and read the entire main story from start to finish
across the six issues, but I'm not totally convinced by the resolution
of the story with regards to Caesar's dreams. The explanation of why
he doesn't have them in Battle seems almost an afterthought rather
than the major twist in the ending that I was anticipating. The back-
up story actually has a twist on the scale I was anticipating for the
ending of the main story.

Greg

--- In PotaDG@yahoogroups.com, "Neil T Foster" <ntfoster@...> wrote:
>

> -- So anyone have confirmation that it is in fact out now? Anyone got
> their copy?
>
> Neil

I use to love going to sci-fi convention. These days though, I won't go unless it involves writing. You meet a lot more interesting people that way. It's to bad you only a got a few smiles Jeff. May your shirt should have said, "Apes Rule, Humans Drool" I got a a lot of response on that one, however, that was a few years back. Did you see Swayer? Now that would have been my motivation to go to world con. Damn, I sure like to meet him, buy him a drink. Hey, if I met ya, I would have bought you a drink. Cheers to POTA.

Wendy

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From: <veetus@...>
Reply-To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com
To: <PotaDG@yahoogroups.com>
Subject: Re: [PotaDG] Worldcon report
Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 08:14:03 -0700

  I went to the World Con on Sunday, the last day. I'm not much for conventions anymore but it IS the World Con and it doesn't hit this neck of the woods that often (4 times in 64 years). I wore a "Go Ape" marathon shirt and got a few smiles but this thing was really about serious science fiction, not popular movies. It's the opposite of Comic Con. So it really wasn't the place for POTA.

  Anyway, I went because it was the World Con. It was way overpriced, there wasn't much happening except some panels. I went to the "Science Fiction in the '70's and '80's" and "40 Years of Star Trek" panels, went to the dealer room and that was it. I kept my badge to say "I was there" but I wouldn't go again. I bumped into Eric Greene too, and noticed there's a new edition of his book with a crappy Statue of Liberty cover.  - - - Jeff

 

----- Original Message -----

From: Dario

To: PotaDG@yahoogroups. com

Sent: Friday, September 15, 2006 6:18 AM

Subject: [PotaDG] Worldcon report

OK, I've been back a while from my California/Worldcon trip, but
I've been to busy doing other things (like catching up with all the
posts here I've missed) to report in.

As I did in '03, I decided to wear a diffeent "Planet of the Apes" T-
shirt each day at the con. I did this to see who (if anyone) still
recognized this classic series and to see if it could be used as a
conversation starter. I almost decided to not to go ahead this year
after the lackluster response I had in Toronto in '03. Even this
year the first day went off without so much as a second look. But as
the con wore on I did get quite a few people coming up and asking me
about the T's. Some were genuine fans, some just curious. I even had
a short discussion on the topic with Rob Sawyer, a big fan of the
series and sometime participant in the POTADG. One of the guys with
whom I had discussed POTA remembered me when he ran into Eric Green,
the author of "POTA as American Myth" and promptly introduced us. I
was great to talk to Eric even briefly about our shared enthusiasm
for all things Ape. There wasn't really all that much POTA related
at the con itself but I did snag a few more reproduction posters in
the dealers room. I had brought along my copies of Escape and Battle
as they were written by Jerry Pournelle and David Gerrold
(respectively) and both of these guys were going to be at the con. I
never did get to meet Gerrold, but I managed to get Pournelle to
sign my escape. He added "The only good human is a Planet of the
Apes fan".

Although there was nothing new or exciting on the Apes front, I did
come away with a better feeling that there are certainly
many 'closet' Ape fans out there. They may not be active
participants in DG's, but they still do care about the series.

My one disaspopintment was that due to a last minute change in
plans, I could not stick around the LA area for the following week.
I had planned to visit a few POTA sites inluding Piont Dume and
Century City. So close and yet so far.

A full convention long winded "Patrick-esque" report can be found
here (it includes references to the Batmobile, plenty of SF
authors, comics, and my infamous encounter with Harlan Ellison):
http://www.theendof theuniverse. ca/node/266

Next up: Revolution on POTA #6 and let me dig into that POTA
rareties DVD!

Dario

You would be incorrect. The Alpha Omega bomb was a
nuclear weapon with a cobalt casing. Cobalt, once made
radioactive, will remain for thousands of years, since
that's how long it's half life is. What we don't know
is how powerful a weapon it was. Fat Man and Little
Boy were only 10 kiltons each and weighed thousands of
pounds. Today a 10k bomb will fit inside a MIRV
(multiple independent Reentry Vehicle) so that on a
Trident submarine, each of its missiles holds ten
smaller warheads. One trident can lay waste to a small
country. So the key to the A/O bomb is - what megatons
was it?
By the way, Taylor himself confirms that it is a
nuclear weapon in Beneath.

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From: "patrickmichaeltilton" <patrickmichaeltilton@...>
Reply-To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com
To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [PotaDG] The Dark Fate of the Moon...
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 06:42:14 -0000

You forgot heavy water. Check Stephen Hawkins. Also, have you ever questioned that maybe the Burmuda Triangle might be a black hole? Oh, so many possibilites!

Wendy
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*** Well, you'd LOSE that bet!

In my scenario, the Moon is destroyed -- i.e. a Doomsday-type bomb is
exploded below its surface -- in the Autumn of 3085, as the
penultimate event of the '15th episode' of my re-telling of the
Virdon-Burke- Galen story: "ESCAPE TO YESTERDAY". Thus, the matter
that once made up the Moon -- having been converted into a Black
Hole -- will still exert a gravitational influence on the Earth
(creating the same "high tides" that we currently experience twice a
day).

But this Black Hole will NOT be able to occult the Sun (i.e. there
will never again be a Solar Eclipse); instead, charged particles in
the Solar Wind will be "gravitationally lensed" by the Lunar Black
Hole to create a Flare similar to a comet's tail, always pointing
away from the Sun. During each "New Moon" time, when this Black Hole
is between the Sun and the Earth, the planet will receive a blast of
these extra-high-velocity ions, and the interaction of this ion blast
with the Earth's magnetic field and upper atmosphere will result in
SONIC BOOMS... the "thunder-and- lightning" with no rain that Dodge
mentions in "PLANET".

During the 870 years between the time when the Moon is 'destroyed'
and Taylor's detonation of the Doomsday Bomb, the Earth will have
experienced over 10,000 of these rainless thunder-and- lightning
storms. The apes, in fact, will have devised a CALENDAR (a "lunar"
one) based on this phenomenon. They won't know which day is the 1st
day of the next month until Heaven Itself BOOMS its answer. Of
course, when they time it, they'll discover that the phenomenon
happens on average every 29 days 12 hours 44 minutes (give or take a
minute).

Incidentally, in my scenario there's an orbiting science station at
the L5 position of the Earth-Moon system which survives the Nuclear
War (affiliated with the same "Scientists" from "THE LEGACY"). If
anybody is on that L5 station after 3085, then the Moon -- ahead of
it in their mutual orbit around the Earth -- will not be merely a
grey globe 238,464 miles away; once each orbit of Earth, when the
Black Hole is 5/6ths through its orbital Sun-Moon-Earth syzygy, the
L5 station will simultaneously be 4/6ths through its own orbit, and
there will be a Sun-Moon-L5 alignment, causing the L5 station to get
dosed by a blast of that ion jet. I've worked this inevitable effect
into my story's plot.

Patrick

I don't about Shane works until you explained them. I'm glad he is okay. Thanks Pat for sharing this with us.

Wendy

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From: "patrickmichaeltilton" <patrickmichaeltilton@...>
Reply-To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com
To: PotaDG@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [PotaDG] Shane Johnson - scary news
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 14:36:03 -0000

Some of you here might know who Shane Johnson is. Among other things,
he has drawn up blueprints for the C57D spaceship from "FORBIDDEN
PLANET", the Jupiter 2 from "LOST IN SPACE", Starlog-produced
Technical Manuals for "STAR TREK TNG" and "STAR WARS", and he did the
book "MR. SCOTT'S GUIDE TO THE ENTERPRISE" -- which has a couple nods
to us POTA fans, in that he uses the names "Alan Virdon", "Peter
Burke", and "Urco Galen" on several of his blueprint pages. A while
ago, on the Yahoo "FRIENDS & FUGITIVES" group message board, he used
to post and, when time permits, he said that he -- as a fan of the
POTA tv series -- might actually draft some blueprints of the TV
show's ANSA ship.

He's also a sincerely religious man, as his Christian SF novels
attest. I haven't read any of 'em, but they can be found at his
website: http://www.shanejoh nsonbooks. com

Even though I, myself, am agnostic (about 99% sure that there cannot
be any "god" or supernatural elements to the Universe), still, most
of my friends are believers in the existence of a God and I've never
held it against 'em. Shane and I may be on opposite sides of
the "God" question, but no matter: I've been a fan of his blueprint-
draftsmanship for years, and if he ever DOES draft blueprints for the
POTA tv show ship, I'll be the first one to order a copy.

I've just surfed over to his website, and... well, I'll let him say
it. The text below is copied from a "special message" he posted at
that site:

============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ========= ======

Last Sunday, August 14, at about 6:30 in the morning, I almost died.
I am writing these words that others might avoid what happened to me.
I'm a night owl. I was up very late watching a rented DVD
of `Constantine' (interesting in a lot of ways, but definitely not a
valid lesson in theology and probably not the last movie you want to
see before leaving this world) and was about three-fourths of the way
through it when I noticed a sudden weakness in my left arm. It
quickly spread to my right, and I began to get dizzy. My heart began
to pound. A sudden and severe fatigue swept me.

I got up from the living room sofa and, leaning on the walls, made my
way down the hall to our bedroom where Kathy was asleep. I leaned on
the bed and woke her, told her I was in trouble and that she'd better
call an ambulance. Pretty scared and not entirely awake, she went to
the phone. My dizziness suddenly got much worse -- I laid on my back
on the bed and stared at the ceiling as I heard her making the 911
call from the other room.

It got hard to breathe. I just couldn't catch my breath. I prayed,
pretty sure my time had come. I asked God to accept me into His
presence, to forgive me for my wretchedness. I glanced around the
room at the walls and bookshelves, seeing the hundreds of books I'd
read, expecting any moment to see a white light.

After a moment, for some odd reason, I decided I didn't want the
paramedics to find me in my bathrobe. The dizziness had subsided
somewhat, so I rose and managed to get into a nearby shirt and a pair
of pants. A little better able to walk, I went into the front room
where Kathy was being told by the 911 operator that help was on the
way, but not to hang up.

I took a few steps to my son Daniel's room and woke him up. Barely
awake, he threw on some clothes. I hugged him and told him I loved
him.

I heard a large vehicle outside and stepped out onto the front porch,
and saw a fire engine at the foot of our driveway. Rescue guys
approached me and I told them I was the one in trouble. They sat me
down at the picnic table, hooked me up to their portable EKG machine,
inserted an IV in my left arm and began to ask me a bunch of
questions. Nitro went under my tongue. A small oxygen mask was placed
over my nose. They asked if I could move my fingers and toes, and the
different parts of my face. I learned from their radio call to the
emergency room that I had a severe arrhythmia in my heartbeat.

The ambulance arrived. As neighbors watched, they put me on a
stretcher and quickly placed me in the back. I began to feel much
worse. Increasing dizziness and a whine in my ears. Increasing
tightness in my chest. More nitro. Injections, of what I never knew.
Many questions from the paramedics. They asked if I could feel my
heart fluttering. My head began to pound with a sudden severe
headache. I listened as one of the guys radioed the hospital that my
heartbeat was chaotic and now skipping multiple beats. I felt worse,
and again I prayed for God to accept me.

About five minutes later, we arrived at the hospital. They wheeled me
into the ER and hooked me up to all their medical equipment, inserted
a second IV and drew blood for analysis. Again I began to feel worse.
The nurses and doctors assured me I would be okay. I wasn't so sure.
They said a part of what I was feeling was due to the nitro and the
medicines they were giving me, trying to get some rhythm back into my
heartbeat.

They quickly determined that my potassium level was dangerously low.
Seems the heart cannot function without it. They gave me a
potassium/orange juice mix to drink (imagine a small glass of OJ with
half a cup of salt added), injected me with a potassium solution and
started me on a potassium drip. As time passed, my heart began to
beat normally. A TV Land `Night Court' marathon was playing in the
room � I always liked that show.

By 1:00 pm, they decided I was stable enough to leave the ER and I
was transferred into a room in the hospital's cardiac unit. Room
3125B. Over the next three days, they ran echocardiograms and just
about every heart test you can imagine (the chemical stress test was
extremely unpleasant and rather terrifying � there was a 1 in 10,000
chance it would kill me, they said), trying to determine what (if
any) permanent damage had been done. They watched for evidence of
blood clots, which could lead to strokes and other bad things. With
all the tubes and electrodes on and in me, I got no more than four
hours sleep total the entire time. By the time I went home, I was
exhausted.

Turns out that the potassium deficiency had been caused by the blood
pressure medication I'd been on for a year and a half. It is of a
type that causes the body to dump potassium, and is supposed to be
accompanied by a potassium supplement. Unfortunately, no one ever
mentioned those facts to me, nor had they ever prescribed for me a
supplement. I learned that my odds of surviving the extreme
fibrillation and tachycardia I'd experienced had been only 50-50.

Anyway, I'm okay now. Their tests showed that my heart is in great
shape and suffered no damage, and my circulatory system is free of
any narrowing or blockages. My cholesterol is still fine. I came very
close to cardiac arrest, but the medical folks got to me in time.

I now know what it's like to stand at death's door. As a writer I've
often imagined that moment, but when you're suddenly faced with the
end of your earthly life, all those imaginings go out the window. As
Kathy called 911 and I prayed, certain that my allotted minutes were
up, I was frightened yet found myself accepting of death. I didn't
panic. I remember telling God that, if He had determined it was my
time, I was ready � and I prayed my inherent sinfulness wouldn't
somehow keep me from Him.

Through it all, that brief, tiny flicker of doubt, that emotional
fear that I might somehow have sinned my way out from under His
grace -- that was the scariest thing.

While I didn't doubt my salvation per se, there lurks a nagging
question when we are faced with something we've never experienced
before, especially if that something involves life and death. While
my mind and heart know I'm saved, there will always be those little
whispers from a darker quarter that say, "Maybe not . . . maybe those
who insist our forgiveness is not absolute, that salvation must be
earned and maintained day to day were right."

What's interesting and a little surprising (and I didn't realize this
until later) is that, even as I was convinced I was living my last
few moments, I don't recall ever asking God to spare my life and not
let me die. I asked only that He accept me into His presence, though
I asked it over and over.

If you or anyone you know is on a blood pressure (or other)
medication that is not potassium-sparing, please see your doctor and
make sure all things are as they should be. Since my incident last
week, I've learned of others who went through the same ordeal but did
not survive -- please act to save yourself and those you love.

Shane

============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ========= =======

I don't know if Shane has ever surfed over to this site, but I
suspect I'm not the only one in SF fandom who has an appreciation for
his blueprints, so maybe there's somebody else here who is familiar
with his stuff who might be glad to know that he's still among the
living. I hope he lives long enough to have plenty of free time to
(among other things) draw up those blueprints for Virdon's ship! If
I'm not mistaken, he supplied a pic or two of the ANSA ship
(from "BENEATH") to the site run by Ansanaut ("goingfaster. com"),
depicting his interpretation of the landing assembly and so on. He's
a POTA fan, and we fellow POTA fans should all wish him a full
recovery from his very VERY scary ordeal.

Patrick