Spaced Out?

H.R. Macmillan Space Centre

A few years ago at the H. R. Macmillan Planetarium in Vancouver, now apparently the H.R. Macmillan Space Centre, I wanted to view any reasonably interesting laser show, as I had not viewed one since I was a child.

Other than a laser program on the universe at a smaller planetarium in Reno, Neva.

That story at the end.

My preference in Vancouver was and still is the planetary laser programs as we viewed one in Reno, however these shows were shown less frequently in Vancouver and so for a short window of time, probably months, some friends and I started seeing ‘rock shows’ such as Laser Rush, which I critiqued somewhat negatively.

I was somewhat negative on Laser Rush as I owned double digit unofficially released albums as well as most of the official albums. I reasoned the wrong tracks were chosen or wrong versions of tracks. I favour live versions often.

I think we also viewed Laser Zeppelin, which seems to me was decently good.

We might have viewed Laser U2, but I cannot remember, so it probably was forgettable.

For some reason, and I must have been with a certain Japanese friend that is a fan of the ‘Doors’, because I was wrangled into viewing Laser Doors.

Now keep in mind I was not a fan of the Doors, am not a fan of the Doors, and very likely will never be a fan of the Doors. So, with my of course open, but satirical mind, I attended.

Because I wanted to see another laser show, and I was there with friends. Trying to be the good friend that will compromise with what we do when we associate.

As we arrived the attendant asked the crowd to lie down on the floor, which I thought was goofy as there were seats that were angled so one could look ceiling ward, but for some reason we were requested to take the floor and view the ceiling for the I deduce ‘groovy show, dude’ while on our backs.

There then was the warning from the attendant against smoking any illegal substances during the show, not because it was illegal or bad for a person, but because the smoke could damage the laser projectors.

One must have his/her ethical priorities.

Good to see those of the academic, scientific, planetary establishment provided.

So, I was on my back on the floor looking up at the ceiling waiting for the show I was not very interested in (and can barely remember) in the dark, and all of sudden this, from what I could see in the pitch black, thin quite young woman lies down right beside me and states...

‘Wouldn't it be cool to be Jim Morrison’.

He was the now and then deceased singer of the Doors. 

I stated:

‘But then we would be dead’.

She stated nothing further....

Yes, I have more tact with the ladies now.

Live and learn...

On the other hand the kind of young woman that would laugh and/or love slap me, or like, in that type of situation, after my comments...

That is my type.

Now Reno...

Saint Chuck the Debonair Comic Book Collector and I were near a University area in Reno and the planetarium was on the campus of the University of Nevada, Reno. The Fleischmann Planetarium and Science Center. Uncle Chuckles and I did not know where it was and there was two young women across the street and the only people nearby. I thought they were probably students.

So, I was planning to ask them where the planetarium was, but the closer Pope Chucklins and I got to them, the faster they walked.

A man, I assume a student from a dorm, then opened his window and yelled out 'Go get 'em boys'! or like.

I think this explains something about American culture....

It sort of makes a little sense the more I learn. Both the actions of the young women and the comment of the male.

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