The making of a Trekkie...

It would seem I'm a lazy, lazy blogger, but I think I have firmly established that fact already.

Anyway, I have a story to tell so you get to hear it you the 3 of you that will come over from my link. Last week The Boy and I went to the National Western Stock Show, but not to the Rodeo, that shit is just too loud anymore. We went during the school day and so got to call it school, hey learning to shear a sheep is learning, not useful in his life right now but learning. Also we went with another homeschooler so hey he got socialized also. (Stepping away from that now)

While there the boys were talking about various SF shows/video games, okay my son was talking about them our friend was soaking it all in, maybe to his mother's horror, we'll see if we are invited to another outing. At one point The Boy came up to me and asked if there were any Star Trek movies, hey don't judge I'm slowly introducing him to the world starting with ST:TNG because he loves Wil Wheaton and I, well... Captain Picard... *swoon*. I told him yes there were many.

Mom friend looks at me and asks with a bit of amazement  "Are you a trekkie?" and without a moments hesitation I said "Why yes I am, second generation actually." and that got me thinking, I really am a second generation SF nerd. Some of my fondest memories as a child are of watching Star Trek reruns with my dad, the Horta, the flying fried eggs (I can't find the name of the episode who can help me), and of course Tribbles.

I can remember when I was in my 20's, you know in the dark ages, when I cared if I was called a Trekkie or a Trekker, and for the life of me I can't even remember why I cared.

Anyway all this to say I am passing Star Trek onto the next generation as my father passed it onto me. With love and joy and enthusiasm.

Live Long and Prosper my friends.