This is probably not good news, any way you slice it.
The list of stores will be coming later this afternoon.
In other news, Lame Excuse Books says there are no plans to close its one non-retail location…
This is probably not good news, any way you slice it.
The list of stores will be coming later this afternoon.
In other news, Lame Excuse Books says there are no plans to close its one non-retail location…
Back in my ill-spent youth, before we had any video games other than Pong, I watched a lot of TV. Along with the classics (I Love Lucy, Star Trek), I watched a good bit of the same primetime fare everyone else watched back in the days of three broadcast networks and no cable. In particular, I would watch pretty much any prime time science fiction show in the 1970s, no matter how bad. Some, like Kolchak: The Night Stalker, hold up much better than I would expect them to.
I’m pretty sure The Fantastic Journey does not, mainly because I remember thinking that it sucked even while I was watching it. I even remember thinking it sucked more than The Man From Atlantis, which, I assure you, sucked pretty hard. (After all, that was a show with an episode that had Kareem Abdul-Jabbar as an alien on another planet panning for gold in invisible water. And no, it didn’t make any more sense in context.)
Anyway, I thought I’d do this post on The Fantastic Journey not because it was good, but because once every six months or so I found myself discussing the TV shows of the 1970s and being unable to recall the name of the show. It could also be seen as some sort of weird precursor to Lost, but with a smaller cast and a refreshing lack of tedious flashbacks. So this page is more or less something for people to find on the Internet searching for the same half-remembered plot elements just so they can prove to their friends that no, they didn’t imagine it. (Keywords: The Fantastic Journey, island, Bermuda Triangle, zone, portal, TV show, 1970s, bad, suck)
The setup, as I remember it, was some modern Americans (including an annoying kid, which was the style at the time) being marooned on an uncharted island somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle, and every week they’d go through some sort of zone or barrier that would transport them to another time period where they ran into pirates, aliens, future civilizations, or any other thing 70s TV writers on deadline could think of to keep them in cocaine for another month. According to this far more informative writeup on the show, they were stranded there by some weird green cloud enveloping their boat. And it went downhill from there.
Here’s the opening credits, which I seem to have mercifully forgotten:
Wow, that cheesy disco synth theme is everything that was wrong with music in the 1970s rolled into one excruciatingly painful package. I’m sure that right now, it’s being played on an infinite loop to torments the souls of the damned at Hell’s own disco.
And here’s the opening of one episode, which makes it seem even worse than I remember:
Roddy McDowell adds that touch of class to remind you that, yes, he was in an awful lot of horrid crap. (See also: Laserblast.)
That’s pretty bad. Thanks you sir, may I have another?
What that scene really needs is the Monty Python knight to limp up and whack Mongol Riddle Guy upside the head with a rubber chicken. There also seemed to be a contractual requirement for several minutes of running in every show. (Cheap! Pointless! Eats up screen time!) And nothing says “It’s the future!” like green unitards and shiny, asymmetrical skirts.
And there’s plenty more where that came from on YouTube, for those with an unquenchable thirst for cheesy 70s science fiction TV shows. But everything about the show gives you the distinct impression people involved knew it was doomed and were only in it for the paycheck.
Here’s the IMDB link for the show.
Let’s face it: The Fantastic Journey was just a big slab of suck, and I only post this here as a warning to others and to prove that, yes, it actually existed.
Tune in next week when I channel my vague memories of John Saxon blowing up mutants with a photon bazooka (or some damn thing).
My review of Robert Jackson Bennett’s Mr. Shivers is up over at SF Signal. If you’re looking for a good first novel to read, I recommend it. I also have some copies of the first edition available on the Lame Excuse Books page.
My friend and fellow member of the Turkey City Writer’s Workshop Stina Leicht just had her first novel, Of Blood and Honey, published by Night Shade Books (which seems to have recovered from their organizational difficulties).
I hope to have some signed copies available for the next Lame Excuse Books catalog.
She also has a piece on what prompted the novel up on John Scalzi’s Whatever.
Congrats, Stina!

In the archives at the University of Texas Harry Ransom center.
This is indeed good news for mystery fans, though I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Maybe they’re great, but frequently trunk stories remain in the trunk for a reason…
They’re closing down I-35 at Ben White from Friday night to Sunday morning. Needless to say, you should probably avoid I-35 for about 25-miles in either direction for the entirety of that shutdown.
This gives me a chance to mention something I experienced in Dallas a few weeks ago: Do you think if you’re going to divert a major freeway onto a downtown side street, do you think you might want to, oh, I don’t know, reprogram the stop lights for the two otherwise deserted intersections? Or, if that’s too technically challenging, just turn them off and station one policeman at each intersection to direct traffic? Obviously, the Dallas City Hall and Police Department thought that was entirely too much to ask.
(Hat tip: Dwight.)
You may have noticed that I buy a lot of books. This year I had another family event in the Dallas area in mid-January, so I took time out to drive up to Recycled Books in Denton (where I found so much cool stuff that time last year) once again, though this time I only found $500 in books worth buying (as opposed to the $1,200 last year). And the same week I had an order come in from a notable SF book dealer having a 50% off sale, including a couple of Stephen King signed/limited editions. I don’t normally concentrate on limited and ultra-limited editions, but when one comes along at the right price…
So here’s a description of what I bought. As usual, all books are Fine hardback first editions in Fine dust jackets, unless otherwise noted. The books on their side in the first picture are ones I bought to sell, and should show up in the next Lame Excuse Books catalog.
Stuff I bought at Recycled Books in Denton:
Stuff I bought at 50% off from a notable SF dealer:
Of course, since that week, more books have come in…
If you haven’t heard, Austin got a couple of inches of snow last night, which may not sound like a lot, but when you convert that to Austin Driving Units, that’s SEVENTY BAZILLION INCHES of the stuff. Austinites that can drive on snow are about as common as New York restaurants that serve good TexMex.
So sit back and enjoy the winter wonderland, because nobody is going anywhere for a while…


Freezing rain has hit the Austin area, although just a light misting of it, plus a dusting of snow. The sidewalks were already slick when I walked my dog, and I saw cars starting to slip and slide.
I don’t think I’ll be driving anywhere for, oh, at least the next 12-14 hours…