Star Trek

I have to say, I love the new movie.

Now, anyonewho knows me knows I love Star Trek. I loved it when it first came out in 1966, and William Shatner is still my hero.

I wasn't sure because the movie got good reviews from almost everyone (The snobs at The New Yorker didn't think it was highbrow enough, I guess). It's Star Trek for non-Trekkies. Robbo and I were wary.

I didn't go on opening night because Mike and I went to all the Star Trek movies on opening day, and I didn't want to go and think about how much I missed him.

So I went on Day Four with my friend Bruce.

He was a little put off by the time-line thing, but I loved it. Robbo and I agree that we could see 10 more movies with this cast.

I went again with Rob and my friend, Angie, the next weekend, and they both liked it a lot. Angie's not even a Star Trek fan.

What attracted me to Star Trek in the first place was the diversity on the bridge, the fact that people got along. It was an optimistic look at the future, and as sci-fi writer Robert Heinlein once said, science fiction fans tend to be optimists, to believe in a future.

For 1967, it was really forward-looking. Women were officers. Africans, Asians, whites and Vulcans all worked together and got along.

It was pretty cool for a peacenik-hippie.

And it's cool to love Star Trek again. How fun is that??

My coworker, Clarke Morrison, and I were talking the intracacies of Star Trek today -- deeper than who's the best captain, and another colleague called us geeks.

Geeks.

Dork.

I'm taking Trey this weekend. He loves Star Trek, thanks to Gramma. We've watched a lot of the old episodes together, and I know he wants to see it.

So, I'll see it a third time.