The One Where I Finally Write Something

Where have I been lately? I can't remember anything big happening that would keep me away from my little blog. Well, it has been cold. And the G4 channel started showing Star Trek: The Next Generation two hours every night, so I guess it's all about priorities.
Speaking of ST:TNG (the Napoleon Dynamite way of referring to the best show of my adolescence). I became a Trekker in 1987 when ST:TNG debuted. Every Saturday night at 10:30, I camped out in the living room and absorbed the aliens and advanced technologies and struggles of humankind in spandex. There were times when I opted out of social situations because they overlapped a new episode. I had quite a zeal for my favorite show, recounting the latest dramatic scene during suppers and driving my family nuts. My Aunt Brenda sewed a real first-season command uniform for me. (It still fits--AND I have a commbadge!) I watched every Saturday, all the way up to the very last week of my high school career. The last episode of ST:TNG aired the week I graduated. It was rather apt, I felt. Eight wonderful years. And I saw every single episode, save one.

It was just one episode, one hour of sci-fi fluff to most people, but that one little hole in my complete Trek experience always bugged me. I knew what the show was about from my Star Trek Encyclopedia. It was called "When The Bough Breaks"--some Wesley Crusher episode which didn't usually interest me as I was a Riker girl, but it was from the first season, and it was missing from my list of episodes. Now, the G4 gamers channel on cable advertises they are running the series from the beginning. And almost 19 years after it originally aired, I would catch the last new episode of my all time favorite show.
Sweetie and I decided to make a date of it. We got our hamburger helper and settled down in front of the TV and closed the loop on the Star Trek saga. It wasn't the best episode but we enjoyed it. Plus since we both grew into X-Files fanatics it was really cool to see the guest star turn out to be the orginal Deep Throat. The best part of all, though, was that for all those Saturday nights that I daydreamed about being an astronaut or just having a date, I finally spent my very last night of spacey bliss with the love of my life. I like when things come full circle. Makes for a much better story.