Lost In Space And Gematria

Often I prefer early morning hours to post here. The dog, once finding that no food is involved, goes back upstairs and leaves me alone. And I get son really interesting TV selections.


I can semi-multitask and half pay attention to the background noise. Most energy goes into the blog and maybe an occasional output signal from TV interrupts my train of thought. (While I imagine Dan spends all kinds if time number crunching every detail, Hubbard is focused on what's going to be turned into '33'.). For example, I was watching Battlestar Galactica while doing G work.


So as Lost In Space comes on, I have three random thoughts. Both remind me of gematria.


Before CGI anything that did the equivalent of teleportation ala Star Trek simply appears or disappears, accompanied by an annoying "popping" sound. This effect was beats to death, used extensively in any Irwin Allen production. (Voyage To the Bottom of the Sea, next!)


This makes no sense. The Robinsons are lost in outer space. They are meeting lots of different aliens, even though it is really just people in bad make up or a foam rubber suit. (Sorry for the spoiler). Every different technology makes the same popping sound. And Attu forbid anybody simply walks away.


So just like gematria; it makes no sense.


The robot in general is stupid. That alone reminds me if gematria. Specifically, the clawed hands. Often the (spoiler!) person inside would fumble around trying to grasp an object because as far as functionality goes the clawed hand was completely impractical. As if the robotic costume isn't enough the producers seem to be saying, "Of course it can't have human hands, it's a fucking robot!!"


So like gematria. Robot claws, they might look cool, but they are useless.


The solution to the problem comes through gematria. If you can substitute masonic concepts for 33 instead of pizza or whatever, just give the robot a teleporter. The technology must be really basic since everyone has it. Will Robinson probably got a toy teleporter hobby kit for Christmas (or Attu Day, if you prefer).


No more fumbling around. Awfully convenient when the robot hits puberty and it comes time to remove bras from Penny or Judy.