Showing posts with label star trek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label star trek. Show all posts

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Two Entirely Unrelated Posts. In One!

Post One:

Before I left work today, I made a stop in the ladies' to adjust my makeup and noticed that I was wearing two different earrings. Not two slightly different earrings. Two radically different earrings. Different lengths, different colors, different. All day I walked around like that.

A couple of days ago, during intermission for the Goodman's Rock and Roll (which, by the way, was reaaaaalllllyyyyyy good), I discovered that I had a streak of purple eye shadow (no doubt picked up on the bottom of my purse) running straight down the bridge of my nose.

Sigh. There are women out there who put makeup on their faces where it's meant to be, and it stays there all day. There are women who manage to consume food without getting any on their person. There are women who wear matching shoes, socks, and earrings every day. I suspect these women may even match their bra to their panties. I, on the other hand, am usually sporting some foreign substance on my person of which I am entirely and embarrassingly unaware. And my hair probably looks stupid. And I probably have a bra strap showing. I'm starting to think that the efforts I put forth trying to make a nice appearance are pointless. I'm starting to think that shaving my head and walking around in a bathrobe all day is that way to go. I think I could make that look work for me. I'll keep hard candy in my pockets for the kids. And get more cats.

Post Two:

Once I got home, I decided to engage in another exercise in futility and worked out. I put on an old episode of Star Trek while I was doing that. Y'all know I love Star Trek with the kind of intense fondness normally reserved for aged grandparents and beloved childhood pets. During the penultimate scene of the episode (which was, if you're keeping score, The Hunted), Picard, Data, Worf and Troi are listening bemusedly while an increasingly desperate government official repeats "It was the will of the people!" And Troi looks at them like they're nuts. Or, more to the point, like they're weak, wimpy, morally suspect and wrong.

You know, Star Trek was so corny and pie-eyed. Which is why I love it. I'm partial to corny and pie-eyed myself . But also, they sometimes tackled stuff that we could stand to think about from time to time.

Because, as I've mentioned before, it's not the sole duty of government to do the will of the people; it's also supposed to protect the rights of the minority. And we (by "we," I mean "conservative fuckwits") forget that all the time. They need is to get that look from Troi:

Monday, May 18, 2009

Thoughts on Star Trek and Marriage

So, I was hanging out in the basement, working out (stupid fucking aging... everything makes you fat... ) and doing laundry (stupid fucking never ending pile of laundry... stupid slow ass dryer takes an hour and a half to dry a load...) and I had an old episode of Star Trek: TNG on in the background to mitigate the suckitude of working out and doing laundry (it may have fallen somewhat short).

On this episode, called The Price, Troi finds herself seduced by this entirely creepy one quarter Betazoid negotiator. I don't think he was supposed to be creepy, he was just a terrible actor. Anyhoo, at the end of the episode he goes to Troi's quarters and says (paraphrased) "I once asked you to come away with me. I'm asking again. You make me a better man. Come away with me and be my conscience."

And I thought: wow, what an offer! Come live with me and whenever I want to do anything fun, you can say "Honey, do you think that's wise?" Isn't that just the life every red-blooded gal dreams of?

I wonder if I thought the same thing when I saw that episode for the first time. I would have been 20 or so. Maybe a little older. And, as I recall, I was prone to schmoopy dudes who confused being pitiful with being tragically appealling, a la Byron. So, I probably would have fallen for the old "save my life" line.

Kids, don't get married until you're 30. 30 is a benchmark for emotionally stable, fully developed and entirely disabused of romantic tomfoolery about changing people.
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Monday, May 4, 2009

Sad, Stupid Science Fiction Cliches

This annoyed me on so many different levels. On the one hand, it annoys me because I love science fiction. And, I feel loyal to it. And it pisses me off when it's reduced to nothing more than a girl replacement for zit-faced social retards.

On the other hand, holy frijoles, how long can you pound on the same joke? I mean, it was funny on SNL when Shatner did it like 30 years ago. But, now, it's along the line of "orange you glad..." Just done and dusted, man. Move on.

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