“Space… the Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before.”
— attributed to various television producers, including Star Trek creator Gene Roddenberry
Needless to say, I blame my mother. Needless to say for those who know my mother. For those of you who don’t know my mother: It’s her fault, and this is why.
When I was growing up, Mom demanded we watch her television shows. I was held captive, and had no choice in the matter. (My mother might argue that she deserved a few hours of her fave shows after hours upon hours of Disney movies on repeat, Animaniacs and Super Mario Bros. Whatever Mom, this is my blog, I am the victim/hero.)
Mom loved Star Trek: The Next Generation. So, late in the afternoon, early in the evening, we would cozy up in our old recliners, and I would huff and puff. The opening scenes and the opening credits would pass, and I was hooked. Dad would undoubtedly walk in from working outside, ask if it was a “good one” and Mom would say, “Oh yeah…” Before Mom could describe the intertwining relationships of the crew, the threat from strange new worlds and Data’s new step in coming more human, Dad would already be halfway back out of the door. This was a ritual that never changed.
When the movies came out after the series ended in the mid-nineties, Mom would drag me to them. I was held hostage. Mom might counter, that she deserved to pick a movie once in a while because, like all mothers, she rarely got to see anything not labeled “kiddie.” So she went with geeky, not kiddie, and my young mind was forceably molded by Gene Roddenberry’s vision of the future.
After the last Star Trek: The Next Generation feature film, I remember we cried. I know it was partly because of the storyline, but also because it also marked the ending of my childhood in a way, as it hit theaters when I was a bit older. (Disclaimer: I bawled during Toy Story 3 for this same reason, although I was way older than “entering adulthood” when that movie was released. Omigod, I’m getting misty right now just thinking about Toy Story 3. Andy saying goodbye…playing with them one…last…time…)
Well, all my television shows I became addicted to last year went on HuluPlus hiatus as the summer hit. Nothing is not Netflix…EVER. Then, I saw Star Trek: The Next Generation. I thought I would watch the pilot for kicks and giggles. It was like watching a badly acted play. Three months later, I’ve watched all seven seasons.
It’s funny how you don’t realize you’ve turned into your parent until moments like these. Some episodes gave me flashbacks of sitting with my Mom, and I could even hear her gasp, or mention how beautiful Marina was, or whisper, “Poor Data.” I felt like I was bonding with my mom this past summer even though she is hundreds of miles away.
I even recruited someone to join me in my Geekdom. Smee* huffed and puffed when I started watching the series, but when I would ask him what he wanted to watch, he would say, “I don’t know, uh…just…whatever you want…just…let’s watch Star Trek. I don’t care.”
Haha! Busted, Smee! Your geekiness now goes beyond gamer geek!
Instead of trying to be super cool, I decided to embrace the geek in me. I am already super cool, and the geek part of me only adds to my well-rounded awesomeness! The show is so much fun, I would be a total snob by denying it. And if, Reader, you are thinking, “Omigod, you are so cheesy for watching that show” I rebut that NO, I am not cheesy for watching the show. I get my cheesiness from Dad. There’s a difference. Mom is the reason I watch Star Trek. Dad is the reason “Until the Last Teardrop Falls” by Freddy Fender is on my iPod.
So, now I have watched all episodes of STTNG. I’ll give you time. Did you get the acronym? Okay, can we move on now?
Now that I have watched the series, I am a bit sad it is over for me again. Now I’m watching the movies.
*Name has been changed to protect his geeky true identity.