Wednesday, May 6, 2009

To Boldy Go


We have turned our 8 year old into a Trekkie. Or Trekker depending on what you view as the politically correct Trek terminology.

Last summer we watched the original Star Wars trilogy with him (Episodes 4, 5, and 6 for the purists). Then we moved on to Episodes 1, 2, and the animated Clone Wars. He opted out of watching Episode 3. He knew what Anakin's final outcome would be and I guess he just wasn't willing to watch the carnage. Not that watching the Clone Wars seemed to bother him.
What is it with boys and carnage?
For Christmas, the original Trekkie in the household requested the original series on DVD. Santa delivered, and we've worked our way through season one. Junior really likes it and is already on a first-name basis with the primary characters.
He likes to sit in the bathroom and say things like "I canna hold her together, cap'n", followed up by "that's Scottie."

He also refers to the Enterprise at NC-1701.

I think we may have created a monster. We were hoping for more of a thoughtful outcome. As in "let's solve our problems with ideas" rather than photon torpedos. He likes the ideas. He also likes the torpedos.

I didn't watch the original Star Trek. I was a Lost In Space kinda girl. And Bewitched. Who needs technology when you can just wiggle your nose to get what or want, or talk into the air to communicate, or say a little rhyme to summon someone. Calling Dr. Bombay!

I belatedly discovered Star Trek via the Motion Picture(s) and, of course, Star Trek: TNG, and subsequent iterations. So seeing the original series, mostly for the first time, with my Junior Trekker, is pretty damn cool.

He's already planning a line of costumes. And a life size model of NCC-1701.
I don't think the yard is big enough.

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