Slowly Trekkerizing my Kids

I got Season One of TOS (The Original Series of Star Trek, for you younguns) for my birthday earlier this year. The series was made before the studios cheaped out and invented “Reality TV” so there are a glorious 29 episodes instead of the modern less-than-20 studios make nowadays, if they even bother to make dramatic series instead of home redecorating shows.

I like to stick one on in the kitchen while we make supper. Lately the kids have come running when they hear the Enterprise bridge noises from the DVD menu, and they sit enthralled by the adventures of Kirk, Spock and McCoy (and Mr Scott of course). It’s fun to see them enjoying one of the things I really got into when I was a kid. It’s also fun re-living the excitement I felt watching these shows the first time.

Last night we watched “This Side of Paradise” where everyone is hypnotized by the alien plant spores and mutinies and abandons Enterprise except Kirk. Spock gets to express repressed love for a woman he knew. Jenn got to roll her eyes when the woman asked Spock if he had any other name, and I said, right on cue, “You couldn’t pronounce it.” Yeah, I’m a geek, get over it.