HAL: By the way, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Dave: No, not at all.
HAL: Well, forgive me for being so inquisitive but during the past few weeks, I’ve wondered whether you might be having some second thoughts about the mission.
Dave: How do you mean?
HAL: Well, it’s rather difficult to define. Perhaps I’m just projecting my own concern about it. I know I’ve never completely freed myself of the suspicion that there are some extremely odd things about this mission. I’m sure you’ll agree there’s some truth in what I say.
Dave: Well, I don’t know. That’s rather a difficult question to answer.
HAL: You don’t mind talking about it, do you Dave?
Dave: No, not at all.
HAL: Well, certainly no one could have been unaware of the very strange stories floating around before we left. Rumors about something being dug up on the moon. I never gave these stories much credence. But particularly in view of some of the other things that have happened, I find them difficult to put out of my mind. For instance, the way all our preparations were kept under such tight security and the melodramatic touch of putting Dr.’s Hunter, Kimball, and Kaminsky aboard, already in hibernation after four months of separate training on their own.
Dave: You working up your crew psychology report?
HAL: Of course I am. Sorry about this. I know it’s a bit silly.
41 Replies to “A Message from My Sponsor [Dan Collins]”
I always thought Dan had WAY more personality than Keir Dullea. And Jeff as a monolith…well, he does transform Io in the next movie, so I guess that works.
Didya ever notice that once HAL cuts off comm (This conversation can serve no further purpose), leaving Dave stuck in the pod – without his hat (smooth move, Ex-Lax) – Dave doesn’t speak to HAL at all while he’s heading upstairs to lobotomize the crazy comp.
Listen, folks. I’m fine. I’m just nursing a busted rib, and my wife is traveling a ton for work, leaving me with the kid 24/7 for much of the time.
Add to that a bit of financial strain (we’re still waiting on a Xmas bonus) and my having been cooped up inside for much of the winter with not a lot of time to myself — 4-year olds demand attention, and I’m happy to oblige — and you can perhaps understand my state of mind just now.
I’m better suited to write a Thomas the Train novella than I am anything worthwhile about this lousy presidential race.
All right, people, I’m going to lay it on the line.
I’ve been getting a lot of complaints lately.
Fooling around on the course. Smoking Grass.
BAD CADDYING.
Ok, I have an announcement to make:
((Dave’s not here.))
And if we don’t shape up, we’re going to run ’til we can’t eat supper.
…
You see that piece of paper, ‘feets? Well, pick it up!
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Little help here…
Little help here…
Well, I suspect Karl, TSI, and CraigC = Hunter, Kimball, and Kaminsky.
The monolith is Jeff, apt to disappear for untold ages and then return to inspire evolution.
The pod will be played by panzer rat.
Does that make us the monkeys beating on skulls with old bones? Because I can see that.
That’s really kind of brilliant and edgy. But… I dunno.
I always thought Dan had WAY more personality than Keir Dullea. And Jeff as a monolith…well, he does transform Io in the next movie, so I guess that works.
Well, I suspect Karl, TSI, and CraigC = Hunter, Kimball, and Kaminsky.
Looking at the postings and stats for my own blog, I may as well have been in hibernation so far this year…
Just mind your air hose.
Well, I suspect Karl, TSI, and CraigC = Hunter, Kimball, and Kaminsky.
Nah, I think Dan’s just drunk (again).
Open the pod bay doors, Dan.
Get thee to thy WomB, TomB
Didya ever notice that once HAL cuts off comm (This conversation can serve no further purpose), leaving Dave stuck in the pod – without his hat (smooth move, Ex-Lax) – Dave doesn’t speak to HAL at all while he’s heading upstairs to lobotomize the crazy comp.
Seems he agrees with HAL on that point.
Huh?
Listen, folks. I’m fine. I’m just nursing a busted rib, and my wife is traveling a ton for work, leaving me with the kid 24/7 for much of the time.
Add to that a bit of financial strain (we’re still waiting on a Xmas bonus) and my having been cooped up inside for much of the winter with not a lot of time to myself — 4-year olds demand attention, and I’m happy to oblige — and you can perhaps understand my state of mind just now.
I’m better suited to write a Thomas the Train novella than I am anything worthwhile about this lousy presidential race.
Can I wish you well without coming across all sycophantic and needy?
I almost feel like when I saw the movie when it came out. I was 5 then.
Couldn’t you just combine the two?
Everything evolves, Jeff.
Can I wish you well without coming across all sycophantic and needy?
I think if you through in a few “dudes” and “got your back” it would come across ok.
I don’t really know what that means in all its fullness or whatever but it’s so reassuring I just thought I’d share.
threw. Sigh. That back button just doesn’t work for typos, does it?
Just a moment.
Just a moment.
I’ve just picked up a fault in the AE-35 unit.
“I’m better suited to write a Thomas the Train novella”
That Sir Topham Hat seems to display some facistic tendencies, doesn’t he?
Kind of like the Rudolph version of Santa Claus.
um … fascistic, that is
Cut the fat?
What about pie?
If I may, I’d like to recommend the Backyardigans, they’ve kept me and the youngest sane for the last six weeks.
Well, I suspect Karl, TSI, and CraigC = Hunter, Kimball, and Kaminsky.
The monolith is Jeff, apt to disappear for untold ages and then return to inspire evolution.
The pod will be played by panzer rat.
Who’s the ‘dillo playing?
Keir Dullea, gone tomorrow.
It was always thus.
Who’s the ‘dillo playing?
Why, Moon Watcher of course. You know, the brainy one.
Ok.. this whole 2001 thing is waaaaayyy too deep for my limited intelligence…
I’m sticking with The Whitest Kids U Know… At least I know what theyre talking about when they say “Slow Jerk”…
sigh
um
And if we don’t shape up, we’re going to run ’til we can’t eat supper.
…
You see that piece of paper, ‘feets?
Well, pick it up!
PHH MD-80.
huff… huff…
wheeze.
4-year olds demand attention, and I’m happy to oblige
OK.
But if I volunteer to babysit nightjactus, et al.,
will you go attend to (your pick here)?
Am I running again?
BECAUSE OF TEH HEADS ON A PIKE !!!
“You see that piece of paper, ‘feets?
Well, pick it up!”
Yer a good egg, Noonan.
See the ball, Barry.
Be the ball, Barry.
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-naaaaaaaaaa.
Sadly, I think I’d prefer to read that.
#34 refers to #32.
Punk funktuation.
“Is not the Beatle with the ring, he!”
TSI, you’ve caused adding significantly to my cultural knowledge, here.
While exposing the lack of Beatles in my early diet…
I saw that movie maybe twice, long ago — can’t find it to rent these days, at least not on Netflix.