Goshwow

Pickering's latest article is, at least, readable. It doesn't do much more than say goshwow, I think this film is good (altho in a more reserved and "erudite" manner) and give alotta^([sic]) quotes, but it doesn't leave me utterly flabbergasted as did the other two.

Rog Ebert remembers: In the editorial of the new Science Fiction Age, Scott Edelman quotes from an interview he conducted (for their sister magazine, Sci-Fi Entertainment, he says) with fannish-wunderkind-turned-Pulitzer-winning-columnist Roger Ebert. Despite rumors that he shuns mention of his fannish roots, Rog talks at some length about his fanzine days, crediting fandom with teaching him to read critically, and still sounding a little goshwow about having his LoCs printed "right next to those of legendary BNFs . . . like Buck and Juanita Coulson, Harry Warner, Harlan Ellison, Ed Gorman, Wilson Tucker and Richard Lupoff."

Only the pulpiest goshwow adventure sci-fi ignores the mandates of realism.

You have been told how easy it is to write useful programs on your new $200 Goshwow personal computer. Being a good person who always brushes after every meal, you dutifully worked your way through the Basic instruction book—maybe two of them.

Yet Mondo is so enamored of the gee-whizbang neatness, the goshwow sense of wonder inspired by such technical "innovations" as virtual reality—the understandable dream of finding a universe in a grain of silicon—that I often wonder if they're not showing just a little unseemly haste to leave this stinkin' cesspit of a world behind their television snow and mirror shades.

My 33mhz 486 is no longer a goshwow machine, Dell having done their usual trick of waiting until I bought it before dropping the price hugely.

Overall, you seem enraputered^([sic]) with all the really neat goshwow technology that is still near the edge of sci-fi wishful thinking.