#bob picardo

[lesbiancalkestis]

Voyager cast trailer anecdotes from the 30th anniversary panel on Star Trek The Cruise:

Bob Picardo had a little EMH action figure with a speech bubble that said “HELP ME” taped to the inside of his trailer window.

The inside of Kate Mulgrew’s trailer looked like a little English cottage, and included things that Ethan (Johnny) Phillips would knit for her as gifts.

You could barely fit in Robert Beltran’s trailer because whenever they were given a box of merch, magazines, etc. he would never open them or take them home, and just left them stacked everywhere in his trailer. Apparently even the beds were covered.

[pizzaplexbonnie]

Nye was still getting ready, but I got to ask picardo his favorite episode of Atlantis is

One of the first episode when he can’t get the door open

Holding teylas baby

Falling for an AI and it being a reference to his previous roles

More loose go with the flow feel of production and scripting

[tuttle-did-it]

Started S2 E1 of Prodigy and Janeway is already talking about fucking with the timeline. I fucking love how well these writers know her.

this is the best New Trek, and s2 has dropped. Please, please watch it!!

[giffingthingsss]

Literally the first thing I thought of.

[butchniqabi]

[thesaddestsong]

my personal top 4 sexiest people alive

[quarkfancam]

Screencap I made on accident makes it look like Andy Dick emh is talking to a very small Bob Picardo emh

[pizzaplexbonnie]

Adding Star Trek voyager to my pinned post cause I think imma be here a while (I’m meeting everyone’s favorite EMH this weekend!!!!)

[wilwheaton]

I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).

My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.

Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.

We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.

I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:

Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind

Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith

W.A.S.P - The Last Command

(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)

Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.

Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.

Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.

Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.

There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.

Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.

I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.

The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.

But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.

Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.

I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.

[tuttle-did-it]

Don't worry, The Doctors are all ahead of you.

DW fans seeing the Voyager intro for the first time:

[lesbiancalkestis]

Obsessed with how the reason they’re all losing it (and Roxann is doubled over) is because Bob Picardo said something hilarious (and potentially dirty?) right before they took the picture. He looks so pleased with himself. It’s so funny.

[cjmeerkat]

It feels so rough when I hear “Oh My Darling, Clementine.” or “You Are My Sunshine.” sung by Jeri Ryan, only to try and find it on Spotify and no-one sounds like she does. Same goes for Bob Picardo.

Does anyone know a Jeri Ryan soundalike?

Let’s not discuss how horrific this scene is.

[smirk-mode]

Finished my Red Dwarf rewatch with my mum!

She absolutely loved The Promised Land, and said that the moonlight scene was her favourite. She said that scene was "actually pretty profound", "so lovely" and "really quite beautiful".

Also, when Rimmer was challenging Lister to name someone on Red Dwarf who liked him she was shouting "Lister likes you!" at the TV!!

She also said by the end of TPL that Rimmer had finally redeemed himself.

So overall she liked just about everything, apart from Tikka to Ride which she outright refused to watch. I think Rimmer is probably her favourite, but Lister only a gnat's wing behind. Cat is definitely her least favourite, but it's not like she hates him, she just likes him the least. She also thinks that the concept of human cats is "more and more terrifying the longer you think about it".

She remains a fan of all the actors, and wants to meet the rest of the cast. She's already met Chris Barrie and Danny John-Jules. I am not taking her to meet the rest, cos my mother has a habit of embarrassing me in front of actors at cons. The only actors who were weird enough to deal with her rather unique sense of humour were Bob Picardo from Voyager and Atlantis and Marina Sirtis from TNG, who both ended up chatting to her like she was an old friend!

[autisticburnham]

Hey, Busty Asian Beauties: A Supernatural Commentary Podcast, what do you mean you're gonna drop on me that Bob Picardo played an evil leprechaun and then move on like it's nothing?

[borglizard]

Favorite new Star Trek fact: Bob Picardo + Bill Nye the Science Guy = rl besties. 😭

[delta-queerdrant]

ballet of the unhatched dicks (Partuition, s2 e7)

Gosh, season two is a real bummer. I know I will find joy in this show again, but “Partuition” is not it.

Before we get into it, red alert, turn on the klaxons, it’s Janeway hair watch! I genuinely thought I’d lost my mind when I started the episode and found a season two Janeway bob on my screen. It’s not the best ever iteration of Janeway with short hair, but they were trying a thing. 

The bob is (spoiler) gone by the next episode. Let us not contemplate the in-universe logistics of Janeway’s disappearing-then-reappearing mane and just appreciate that movement, of a kind, is happening on the hair front.

Anyhoo, the rest of this episode is nonstop yikes on bikes. Tom realizes he has a crush on Kes, Neelix gets jealous, and our boys are stranded on a dangerous planet to work out their feelings. There’s also a baby dinosaur question mark?

I don’t hate jealous Neelix as a story thread. Narratives about toxic relationships are important! What I hate hate hate is the way this show repeatedly fails to center Kes or her feelings. This episode is wall-to-wall men having opinions about Neelix being a bad boyfriend, when it could be a story about Kes coming to terms with having a bad boyfriend. It’s so bad, y’all, and I want to launch it into a nebula.

The emotional immaturity of Neelix, Tom, and indeed the script itself, comes out in the high school tenor of the comedy. Like, there is a food fight. Tom acts like a teenager who, quote, “can't let myself be alone with her” (barf). The writers are like, “teehee, aren’t men the WORST,” but I am genuinely offended on behalf of actual men, who are adults and don’t need to be told their bad behavior is cute or funny or whatever.

Nor do we get counter-programming in which smart, capable, emotionally intelligent Kes realizes she is too good for this nonsense. Instead the Doctor delivers an APPALLING monologue in which he states, “You should consider it a high compliment. Throughout history, men have fought over the love of a woman.” To my ear Picardo is struggling with this dialogue, which is supposed to be drily witty but springs from a “boys will be boys” attitude that doesn’t make sense from our dispassionate, take-no-crap EMH. 

The solution to our love triangle, obviously, is for Tom and Neelix to be stuck in a proverbial elevator together, working out their jealousy issues as if they are characters in The Iliad fighting over female chattel. We get a garbled science fiction plot (I had a hard time suspending my disbelief on this one, with its reliance on old wives' tales about baby birds not being removed from nests, and a grown man proposing to leave an alien infant to die). The only nice thing I can say is that the baby bird alien is actually kinda cute? I dunno. I like what I like.

As our boys discuss their feelings for Kes behind her back (yuck), Neelix figures out how to care for the baby alien (to which Paris says, “You're not its godfather. You're its godmother." Holy crap, this show is written exclusively by men who, when they watch their kids, call it “babysitting”).

Paris and Neelix make up, but there's something crucial missing, a scene that every romantic comedy fan knows and loves: the grovel. The grovel is what makes battle-of-the-sexes narratives work. In romantic comedies, men are never forgiven until they show that they know what they did. Both of these men have much to apologize for, but Kes never hears a single apology. The nicest line we get is Neelix’s, “I don't pick Kes's friends for her,” but he says this to Tom.

Apparently when the patriarchy asks itself, “how could we suck less and treat women better?” the answer they come up with is: “we could be bros?” “we could agree to share?” It is inane and offensive and I want to throw it into the garbage and then set the garbage on fire.

SO BAD. 0.5/5 strands of Alfarian hair pasta.