It’s the New Year now, and one of my resolutions is to be better about keeping up with Star Trek and Boldly Going. Seeing as I’m not even halfway through the first of three seasons of the first of five series (just typing it out that way is enough to give me a panic attack), I’ve got my work cut out for me and need to get moving on this project if I’m going to finish by the time my son is in high school (not that that’s really the goal). I’m hoping to get at least a column up each week, though even that may be more ambitious than I realize right now.
I will say this: watching the two most recent episodes of TOS, “What Are Little Girls Made Of?” and “Miri,” I felt really happy. As I get older, fewer and fewer things make me happy. Maybe I’m getting more jaded (if that’s possible) or maybe I’m losing my patience with things or maybe the more I see the more things lose their novelty. Whatever the reason, I can almost count on two hands the things that make me genuinely happy (yes, my wife and son are number one), and even some of those have been lost. Comic books have become prohibitively expensive. Thanks to Adult Onset Juvenile Diabetes, I can’t drink Pepsi anymore. There’s two things that have bitten the dust. But watching Star Trek, I realized that it made me happy and I became really thankful for discovering this 40+ year old sci-fi show, late as I may be to the party. I’m happy being in that world. I’m happy being on board The Enterprise. I’m happy watching Star Trek, and even realizing that fact makes me happy.
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