Star Trek

I am having trouble with my thoughts coalescing into one cohesive opinion.

Worth seeing? Absolutely.
Will I go to again? Maybe.
Will it take watching it again to wrap my head around it? Probably.
Did I love it? Emphatically yes! I think so?

O.K. Remember that with the exception of TOS, I watched Star Trek first hand, first run. And my youth wasn't so far removed from TOS really. I was in Jr. High for The Motion Picture and high school for The New Generation. I've seen canon first hand. Canon is important to me.

This movie is so far removed from canon that you can't even describe it. Further more, certain story line choices with Vulcan and Amanda bother me to no end. I do not like those decisions. Emphatically. Strongly.

Additionally, the concept that the universe is so changed due to Nero's i. . (wait, if you haven't watched the movie, stop reading. Right now. Seriously.) . . . due to Nero's interaction is predicated on his entry (re-entry?) into the time line at a certain point. However, visual effects would indicate that technology, etc. was vastly changed before (? ~ oh time discussions can be so difficult) Nero's reentry.

Changes in the Vulcan time line, hence Spock's time line, should not have been so drastic, either, as they were outside the established (canon) course of events. But anyway -

the movie could not have existed without Spock. Original Spock. And truly, the Kirk character esconsed in our minds with Shatner would not have been appropriate. Besides, Kirk's arch nemesis being the foil gets old plus Kirk died in that wretched power ribbon movie. Ugh.

Anyway. Nimoy did a fabulous job with Original Spock and made it all possible. And for that reason, it works.

The writing is excellent and the action scenes great. But I am still having trouble wrapping my mind around continuity questions.

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I think maybe I wish that instead of reimagining the universe of TOS, that they had taken the script and modified it to be an addition on the existing universe, i.e., a ship and crew after TNG, Voyager, DSN, etc. Pop it forward another 50 years and somehow write characters with the same depth and breadth, and give them a fresh start. With the new look of the technology and the excellent writers, it would not have been hard to do.

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You know, Battlestar Galactica reimagined themselves, but they were in a totally different situation. There had been no "real" or canon continuity since the original show. So you could and you should reimagine it and get it going. But Star Trek's not like that ~ fans have had an entire universe to build on since the early 80's, or at least since '87 when TNG came out.

I applaud the ability to capture a new audience. And genuinely I love the new movie. It just deviates so far from canon. Vulcan and Amanda just break my heart! I probably could have gotten over everything else but Vulcan and Amanda.

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Love, love, love Ben Cross. Always have. Since he reprised Barnabas so many years ago. He did a wonderful job as Sarek.

Love, love, love Wynona Rider as Amanda. I'm not sure her make up covered up her youth, hard as they tried. But still, I loved her. I dislike their choices with her. But that's that.

Uh, anyone who loves the new Kirk should take a good look at Nero. Total burly hottie.

And oh, way to downplay Karl Urban's total hottiness. Completely forgot that I want him as a possession.

And what the'ell did they say Uhura's first name is?

Best

Best t-shirt seen today? "Future trophy wife"

Best songs heard at the Malco? 80's favorites "Dancing in the Sheets" and "I wear my sunglasses at night."

You're doing it now, aren't you, humming in your head "so I can, so I can . . . " and then wondering what the'ell those next words are.

Star Trek

Gosh, I love that man of mine! This t-shirt was waiting for me in the mail today, courtesy Bad Fly T-shirt gurus.

MyFella sure knows how to sweet talk me.

Suntrust

Just for the record, I am so annoyed with the banking institution going by the name of Suntrust.

As mentioned in the previous post, MyFella and I opened up a joint account together. When we logged on later, we realized it was set up as the wrong type of account. i.e. checking versus savings, etc.

So on Monday, I emailed the banker and said, "I noticed the account is set up as an one, not the other. Go ahead and leave it that way, please."

You know what she does? She emails me back and tells me she has changed it to what I originally requested, and I'll have to call the toll free number if I want anything different.

Uh- hello? Yoo hooo?

So I called the toll free number, whose best suggestion was "You can open an account the other way if you want me to do that for you."

Uh - you can't get my money right in the first account and the option offered was for me to give them MORE money in a different account?

I hate them more and more as each minute passes. I'm in serious need of a Diet Coke.

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P.S. Sometime after lunch and a cold, carbonated diet beverage, I felt much better about the whole thing.

P.P.S. The following day when I got an email from the lady who messed up the account asking if I wanted to open another account, I clicked delete. And told MyFella I was so over his banker it's not even funny. The emotion has passed, but my tolerance for incompetence has not.

One step at a time. . .

MyFella and I opened a bank account together. We finished 3 years of dating in January (well, 3 years since the day we met) and I decided to push it. It didn't take but a nudge. He called the bank to see if someone would be there Saturday to open an account.

I've been wanting a little account for us to put money for our "together" things. We're talking about a couple of summer trips, we're looking at promise rings (wedding bands sansa ceremony), and sometimes when the mood is right, we talk about buying a square of land. (I have dreams of a white picket fence, but I'll take what I can get.)

So we're sitting in the bank and I realized that he was gossiping 90 to nothing with the lady, and I realized she was referring to checking accounts when I had clearly said savings. So during a break in his practically non stop litany I said in a real nice voice with a smile "Why don't you stop gossiping so she can work." When she left the room I said, "What I mean is I'm tired of being here, can you stop gossiping?"

Sure enough, we get home and she's messed the account up. He's admitted to having been nervous opening a joint account with some feller, and it's just about all funny by then.

So the biggest thing to know is he loves me enough to sit in his bank branch in his hometown and open an account with me. The next thing to know is, when doing banking with him, try to hit the drive-through. It'll be a lot faster.

G Day

Just a short post. Had a wonderful morning with my bestest friend G. The first text said "Get up. I'm hungry" so we headed off to Barksdale's for a cheeseburger and fries at 9a.m. Really, is there any bad time to eat a cheeseburger?

Then spent the morning wandering around the C-Y neighborhood for their first annual neighborhood yard sale. We started at my old apartment and borrowed a map from them, and hit a-many-a yard sale. My biggest score is one of those outdoor new HD antennae. You know MyFella lives way out in the country and we've been pricing them at $100. It's our only hope of receiving a signal way-tha-f out there. It looked like all the pieces were there, with a price of $20. I asked the guy about it and he said, "If you're thinking about it, I'll slash it to half that." Oh, well, if you'll slash it, I'll buy it. Now MyFella and I have to figure out how to climb a pole or something to install it. 'course, he works for the local utility company. Surely he knows someone who can climb a pole. (no dirty thoughts there)

G bought some clothes, and we wandered up to Cafe Ole for a little patio time. I love me some Rose, and lucky for me she was there. So I got a Rose hug before she had to go back to waiting tables in her section.

My neck is sunburned. I can feel it. Oh well.

A.I. from Arkansas

Arkansas sho does know how to grow some good looking guys. I'm not sure that even in my high school days I was as cute as Kris. And I'm as Arkansas-guy as they come. I'm voting for him just because I'm a fellow Arkansan.

"I wuz jus tryin to eat my dinner"

Backwoods white trash.
So I'm in the elevator today at work, two maintenance men get in. One is older, has a pony tail sticking out from his baseball cap and some leather knife holder on his belt with a skull and crossbones on it. The other is young, early to mid 20's, and cute in a not-super-cute redneck sorta way. So the younger one starts telling the other one some bizarre story.

Basicly, he's married and has a girlfriend. His girlfriend and his wife know each other. He's had to tell the girlfriend to quit coming around so often because the wife will figure it out. Then he says "We were all out together. How fucked up is that? My old lady and my girl."

HELLO - You're what? 25? Old lady? Geeze.

But the story gets better. Where are they? The Huddle House. The Huddle House. OK. Whatever.

His wife is sitting next to him saying "Hold me" and his girlfriend is across the table rubbing his leg with her foot. Then he says in the most-country-azz accent imagineable "I was jus wantin to enjoy my meal." You're at the Huddle House. Come on.

Then he goes on about (we're walking down the hall by now, I'm all of 3 feet ahead and I will admit I have paced myself slowly. It was like listening to a train wreck). . . how "I wish I could get them to touch each other. I mean, if it's all about me, right, that's what I want." OhMyGawd, how incredibly mundane. There's not a unique bone in your body. You're 25, cheating on your wife, your idea of eating a good meal is the Huddle House. And you've absolutely got to wonder what it would be like for them to "touch each other."

Common as pig tracks.

10:30a.m.

Slept til 10:30 this morning. Don't hate me. It was after midnight when we got in from the rodeo at U.T.-Martin and the bedroom window was up, so the air was cool and the sound of rain kept falling.

So he says to me "You're not talking very much."
I said, "I'm not a morning person."
He said, "It's 10:30a.m."

OK. It's the philosophy, the concept, not the actual time. geeesh.

Outhouse

I found an old outhouse in MyFella's backyard. OK, ok, to be honest, I found it in his next door neighbor's back yard. And to be really honest, she owns like 20 acres. But yeah, the outhouse is like 100 feet back maybe and pretty much on the property line.

I had walked over to kind of look at the land, trying to just get a feel of the land around us. When I said, "Uh, is this"and he said, "yea." It's an outhouse. He said it had probably been there 70 years. It was old from his memory and he's 40 plus. Looks like the current land owner had thrown some old trash and what-not in there, but when I opened the door, no denying, it's an outhouse. Complete with a lid. MyFella said you have to put the lid down "to keep the snakes from coming up."

"To keep the snakes from coming up" ~ ? ? ! ! WhatTha? "and if you hear a popping noise beneath you, it's just the frogs." They get stuck in the muck and it makes a popping sound when they pull free. Who knew?

I'm gonna label this post "adventure" because, well, surely finding an outhouse all of 100 feet from your boyfriend's back door counts as an adventure, right?