So Star Trek was finally available in the Macdonald red box. Which, by the way, is the only way I get movies now-a-days. I mean, I can get a Spicy McChicken, a Large DP, and a movie for under 3 bucks. It makes me feel thrifty…and slightly Americanized.
Well we watched it and after we watched it, Jim (who was not being all thrifty and saw it in the movie tavern where he paid 20 bucks for a small burger with questionable meat, a small drink and a movie) asked how I liked it. And then I giggled like a school girl and said “Every time I hear a phrase like ‘Beam me up’ or ‘Set phasers to stun’ or ‘I’m a doctor not a physicist’ it makes my little heart all jumpy and excited.”
Yes, internets, I am a Trekkie.
It must go back to when I was young and we used to watch it with my dad. I liked the original, but I loved the Next Generation. I don’t even think we used to watch it very often, but I do remember specific times when we would watch it with my dad. I remember what he used to say, where he used to laugh, and how he always used to say “release the secret weapon” all funny like. So, I guess that’s what made my heart get all warm and fuzzy. (Everyone on three….awwww)
In fact, I remember one such time very vividly and since I am a giver and you, internets, are my best friend, I will share with you what I refer to now as My Time Of Great Shame And Great Embarrassment.
You see, it was one night while we were all laying on the floor next to dad watching as the team set off in warp speed into an unknown black hole that may or may not have had time traveling powers when my mom asked to speak to me in my room. I waited until to commercial break before obliging because, hello, I didn’t want to miss anything. In my room my mom proceeded to tell me my grandfather, her step father, had passed away. Now here’s the part where it gets Shameful and Embarrassing. I said okay and asked if I could go back in with dad because I didn’t want to miss anything on Star Trek.
Yup. Folks, that’s right, my grandfather had passed on and I cared only about not missing a minute of Star Trek. In my defense, I was 11, I didn’t really know him, and things can get confusing if you don’t pay attention during those time traveling episodes. So while I cringe in guilt at my younger self, I also applaud her dedication. Of course, it also could have been that we weren’t usually allowed to watch TV at night so I was going to take advantage while I could. If that was the case then I will once again bury this memory and keep it labeled as A Time Of Shame and Great Embarrassment. Shh…don’t tell.
Any way, all this to say I loved the movie. I love Star Trek. I love my dad. And I love Wesley Crusher…oh wait, ignore that part….
Live long and prosper.
Miss Rissa out.
