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I, Trekker
Alright, I admit it. I'm a Star Trek geek. Have been pretty much since the first episode aired back in September of 1966.
It's not something I brag about, or wear on my sleeve, like some of those crazy folks out there who have shelves filled to overflowing with every single book that's ever been published with the words Star Trek on the cover, or who make pilgrimages to local conventions adorned in full costume regalia; you know, the sort of geeks that "normal" people make fun of. No, none of that for me.
But, I most certainly DO have the disease, generally known as "Fanboy Syndrome", albeit in a decidedly milder form than the examples cited above. Perhaps the more onerous symptoms diminish over time. I haven't actually attended a Star Trek conference since 1978, and the only time I can recall wearing a costume was for Halloween about 10 years ago. Still, I've got my share of Star Trek memorabilia: a couple of boxes of books and magazines (some of which date back to the early 1970's), a small collection of replica props (as seen in my recent TV featurette), videos or DVD's of most of the films, etc., etc. I'm not all OCD about it, but at the same time, I can't deny the fact of my latent geekism either.
Part of the reason for this acknowledgement is that lately I've found myself relapsing. For anyone who cares, the show's 40th Anniversary is coming up on September 8th, and in conjunction, there will be a major celebration here in Seattle that weekend. I was even prompted to pen a little paean to the show for the event's official blog site, which you can read here
To answer the hanging question: yes, I'm going.
And no, I am certainly NOT wearing a costume!
Actually, I'm limiting myself to attending the two major functions of the weekend: a gala celebration on Friday the 8th to be held at the Space Needle, coinciding with the anniversary of the series' television premiere, and a formal banquet the following evening at some rich guy's Science Fiction Museum. I figure, as a long-time fan of the show, I'm entitled, and furthermore as a local representative of the film/TV/theatre industry, I've got creds above-and-beyond just being a fawning Fanboy (at least it's a plausible rationalization, right?). I don't plan on drooling over the actors - simple professional courtesy precludes such base obsequies - but, that doesn't mean I can't bask in their collective celebrity.
Astronauts, particularly moon-walkers, however, are a different story entirely: I probably won't be able to help myself in their presence.
Hm, better stuff an extra hankie into my tux jacket, just in case...
Posted byCOMTE
on 9:51 AM
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