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Friday, October 12, 2007

first to post, suckas!

The basement smells of freshly airpopped popcorn. It's 7:00pm and in just one hour I'll be out with my friends on a search to find an unsupervised home, a place to drink in peace. I can hear the captain's log, a safe warm place where no one can see my skin problems, I'm melting away in Picard's "British-esque" accent.
I close my eyes, I am home.

I don't think I can take another bastardization of my childhood. I kept my chin up when Disney bought the Muppets, I was "OK" with Star Wars Special Edition in 1997, I attended the premier of Episode 1 and watched in horror as it crashed and burned within the first 8 1/2 minutes. It was like when I directed my first short video in school - I had final cut, full control and it turned out the choices I made, well, they were just wrong. Don't get me wrong, I still have toys and little trinkets not acutally from my personal youth but related to my experience. I get this pre-teen clothing magazine (don't ask) and it amazes me how many "vintage" tees they sell that feature 70's and 80's characters and references. What does it mean to them? I guess I am troubled that the icons of my youth are being donned ironically by the next generation. That is just so not cool. In closing and now a bit off-topic, I just don't think J.J. Abrams is going to make a good Star Trek is all.