Monday, May 18, 2009

Boldly Going

Rob and I went to see Star Trek on Sunday. Having been warned by Ellie that the beginning was a bit of a tear jerker, I was prepared. This is good, because I have been known to cry at less intense programming, such as Juno or any number of random telephone commercials.

Let us pause for a moment to appreciate the fact that even when Ellie and I don't talk for a week or so, we can just read each other's blogs and feel connected. Is that a poor excuse for actual interaction or is it a brilliant way to stay in touch even when life gets very busy? I choose the latter. Hi, El.

One hour and 8 minutes into the movie, I started checking the time. I might have played a quick game of Solitaire on my cell phone. But the attention deficit was brief and I got back into the story somewhere around the time that Leonard Nimoy made his appearance and all the nerds in the back row started clapping. I'm not making fun of them. I love nerds. I have friends who are nerds. Hi, Joe.

The greatest thing about going to see Star Trek at the theater is what happens after the movie. You go to the women's room line. That's right. Meanwhile the men's room line was out the door.

It was like some kind of alternate reality.

And it reminded me of this:

Yes, I know Star Wars and Star Trek are not the same.