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New Trek Sweded 05.05.2010

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I definitely enjoyed this better than New Trek.

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Star Crossed 08.03.2010

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Porque Soy Un Trekkie, Part 2 03.03.2010

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The elusive brown dwarf -- was eventually found under the lid of a boiling pot of pasta.

In graduate school I roomed with a fun flock of fanboys. There was Marc, Steve, Rich, Phil, and my roommate, Andy. In any case, bouts of Risk and Diplomacy filled our suite as much as beer and bad cooking. And even women sometimes. In any event, I was in a long-distance relationship of sorts and wasn’t around for a lot of the weekend-long gaming. During the weekdays, though, I would come out of my room and see the guys gathered around our TV set in the living room all watching Star Trek TOS with rapt attention.

“Another repeat!,” I would declare in false indignation.

And they would snicker, even when I said it the 50th time. Well, maybe by that point they were ignoring me.

Sometimes I would watch with them, sometimes I wouldn’t. As I said, I was not quite a complete Trekkie. Not yet.

In any case, it was early in the fall 1987 term when Star Trek: The Next Generation premiered. There had been some talk and of course trepidation among us. But overall I believe we were all curious about the new show. This was years before we as a culture had been be beaten down by endless remakes and reboots and feared them like aliens that mostly come out at night. Mostly. We didn’t know what damage could be done. After all, the Star Trek movies had for the most part been good fun. What could go wrong?

So we watched the new show, and the consensus among our suite of fanboys was that it was really cool, but maybe needed a little time to establish itself. Although I think Marc mancrushed on Riker right away.

I watched. I watched it for years.

It never grew on me. To me, Patrick Stewart was miscast, an overactor, but not in a fun way. And the rest of the cast seemed stiff and fatally uncharismatic. The stories were dull, short on action, long, very long on technobabble.

However, I realized while watching this pale, politically correct imitation how much I loved, LOVED the original series. The energy! The intelligence! The sense of humor! All these I found missing from TNG.

I admit, maybe I loved TOS much more because the Kirk-Spock-McCoy trio were archetypal, bigger-than-life characters with unfillable boots. Maybe it’s because I had lived with them so long, they were family. And so Picard and his players seemed just pretenders, throwaway TV types in uncomfortable looking pajamas.

In any case, I stayed with TNG as long as I could, but there are many episodes I’ve yet to see. But that show and  Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and :Voyager were part of my continuing voyage to becoming a Latino Trekkie.

Another Great Butt Plug 09.02.2010

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Listen to the fun Trek talk with Lene Taylor and Jungle Kitty, of Look at His Butt.

Porque Soy Un Trekkie, Part 1 04.02.2010

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Yes, the great debate rages on: You got your white Vulcans. You got your black Vulcans. So why no Puerto Rican Vulcans?

My name is Commodore Mendez and I am a Latino Trekkie. And I am not alone!

Note to Hollywood producers: Just because Hispanic characters are extremely rare in the franchise does not mean I cannot be enamored of it. Believe me, I enjoy the little half-assed pandering you do do (Captain Castillo indeed!).

But I wasn’t always a Hispanic Trekkie. Un Trekkie. Un Trekkason. I grew up in Brooklyn too young to watch TOS when it originally aired on NBC. But in 1972 I was just the right age when it came on in syndication, five days a week at six o’clock on WPIX. Kirk, Spock, and McCoy glowed in black and white in our living room. I watched them often as I ate my deeply fried pork chops, deeply fried fried chicken, spaghetti and meatballs, and other very Americanized dinner selections. (Yes, but they were all flavored with Sazón.)

I ate always ate dinner in front of the TV, my third and favorite parent. (Don’t worry, mom and dad don’t have web access.) Coming home from school, I did my homework immediately, not to be studious, but to be able to watch without a single impediment.

“Did you do your homework?” mother screamed.

“Yes,” I mumbled, entranced by the gray worlds pulsing in front of me.

So I saw Kirk, Spock, and McCoy more than I did any uncles, aunts, or cousins, most of whom lived in faraway lands called Chicago and Ponce. Kirk, Spock, and McCoy became, like so many TV characters to so many TV watchers, family. Better than family, in fact, because they didn’t come over without calling and drink the last of your Yoo-hoo.

But even after watching them for years like that, I still would not have called myself a Trekkie.

When The Motion Picture came out, I didn’t even see it in theaters. Well, that might have been because I had no money to go by myself, and there was no friggin’ way my brother was going to take me to see Star Blechh. (Though he did take me to see Raiders of the Lost Ark, for which I am ever grateful.)

But then Wrath of Khan came out just as I finished high school. In fact, if memory serves, I went with my friends Phil Lee, Henry Yee, and Frank Kugler to see it in theaters. There was something about that movie, and something about seeing those family members again, that brought me closer to being a Trekkie. I still wasn’t there yet. That would take a few more movies. And some bad TV spinoffs.

Beam Up Alice 18.09.2009

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Red Shirt Alert 02.09.2009

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It's easier to hide the blood stains. Unless of course you're a Vulcan. But Vulcans would be smart enough not to put on a red shirt.

Red must make it easier to hide the blood stains. Unless of course you're a Vulcan. But Vulcans would never be dumb smart enough to put on a red shirt.

Red shirts never make it back. How many letters to red shirts’ family members did Captain Kirk have to dictate? Sadly, and with a sigh. Anyway, we all know that if you’ve got a red shirt on, you’re not coming back. And now Matt Bailey has proved it statistically in his analysis of the Red Shirt Phenomenon.

Captain Python 20.06.2009

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Bad Spock Drawings 02.06.2009

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I need to get bombed and send these people some sketches from my bar napkin.

Swedish? Icelandic? Talosian? 16.05.2009

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