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Alright… I got back from Star Trek a few hours ago, and have had time for my dinner to digest.

If you have not gone to see Star Trek, go now.  I am happy to say that (finally) something from my childhood still holds up.  I was getting scared after the whole Star Wars thing.  I don’t care who shot first.  I don’t care to see any Stars Wars film other than Episode V ever again.  But Star Trek on the other hand.  This was my childhood.  This was the show that taught me the foundations of a correct living.  The moments watching ST:TNG every week with the family are some of my most cherished memories.  Hell my dad still knows what “Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra” means.  So the idea of J.J. dancing a cha-cha over my past kind of made me nervous.  Especially after the almost cool but ultimately forgettable giant bunny flick.  But all things are good.  I can safely wave my big UFP flag in public again.

They have completely retconned the whole series.  We are now in a different time stream.  What you know, you don’t know.  But Christopher Pike is still in a wheelchair (beep!).  But seeing as how the other universe everyone is still caught in the nexus so (happily) the last few Trek movies don’t exist anyway.  It starts out kind of vamping the Kobayashi Maru opener of Wrath Of Khan except this times for reals, or something.  Then more references to the Kobayashi Maru.  Then Kirk cheats.  Then we stay at the Kyriat Moriah.  Long story short, this movie kicks major ass, and they are apparently working on the sequel.  I think (hope) that sooner or later we are going to start dusting of the old Star Trek: Phase II scripts and get a new series going.

To answer the burning questions:

Favorite Star Trek Captain: Sisko Sisko Sisko (He’s the freakin’ Emissary fer cripes sake)


Favorite Star Trek Doctor: Bones. Mainly because his first flick kicked all kinds of ass.  Beverly Crusher is automatically disqualified for squatting out Wesley.

So, I went to PennDOT today at the insistence of Michele to get a replacement driver’s license. I still have no idea what happened to my wallet.  I was a tad on the hungover side because of the seductive good for you evil that is Guinness.  If you have never ridden public transport while praying you don’t toss your cookies, you are not living life to the fullest!  Anyway, after waiting in the little sweaty room for awhile, M has to run down the block to get a money order because PennDOT employees apparently can’t make change.  Then off to fabulous Market Square for burritos and such.

The guy behind the counter at Moe’s was kind enough to inform us that on Saturday there’d be a NORML rally in Market Square.  As a supporter of complete cognitive liberty I am clearly for the legalization of marijuana.  I am also a staunch supporter of the right to bear arms, yet I’ve never had anyone randomly inform me of an impending NRA function. But the drugs? At least weekly some jackass hips me to the local scene, or tries to buy a lid off of me. (Does pot even get measured in lids any more?  Can you still get Prince Albert in a can? questions… questions…)  Just because I am under 40 and have dreadlocks does not mean that I am a pothead.  I don’t go up to random hipsters and ask them what brand of razor they use to cut with.  Why am I the one who has to be type cast.

Anyway… I am going to go see Star Trek tomorrow, and that means I’ll be either sadcakes and murderously angry at the death of my childhood or wanting my whole life to be outfitted with an LCARS interface!  Right now I am all sorts of happy kittens inside.