This Star Trek Thingie
Well, I figured I'd chime in here about the whole Star Trek 40th Anniversary thingie and tell you how I found myself delving into the fine world of trek fandom.
My very first memory of Star Trek was when I was a little girl. I have a vague memory of sneaking out late at night due to a bout of insomnia. I was mildly curious what was on television in the wee hours of the morning. After channel surfing a bit, I came across this curious show that had this blond captain and his compadres: A tall, dark-haired man with funny eyebrows and pointed ears and a southern doctor that seemed to say, "Dammit, Jim!" and "Why, you green-blooded Vulcan!" more than anything else.
I'm sure that I don't have to tell you that I was enamored immediately. The first episode I saw was "The Menagerie II" I recall being quite disgusted with the aliens' pulsating heads, but the show was fascinating. I snuck out a few more times to try and catch the adventures of Kirk and crew.
I'll be honest, "Star Trek: The Next Generation" is by far my favorite series, which is only confirmed again as I watch it once more in syndication. I know that many are put off by its utopian ideals, arguing them to be unrealistic. But that is what I love most about the show: The hope that someday we can shake the chains of our intolerance, our apathy, our greed and pride to come together and recognize that despite our religions, our traditions, our cultures, our races that we are, underneath it all, humans.
I think that the Vulcan mantra of IDIC sums it up best: Infinite Diversity in Infinite Culture. Perhaps that is why the Vulcans are my favorite Trek aliens.
In closing, I'll add why I participate in fan fiction. It is because, despite Paramount holding the copyrights to Star Trek, it's the fans who keep it alive. There may be no plans to put a television series into production but I doubt it will be forever. 40 years is an incredible legacy for any television series in any genre and Paramount has less to do with that than the fans do.
~Randi
My very first memory of Star Trek was when I was a little girl. I have a vague memory of sneaking out late at night due to a bout of insomnia. I was mildly curious what was on television in the wee hours of the morning. After channel surfing a bit, I came across this curious show that had this blond captain and his compadres: A tall, dark-haired man with funny eyebrows and pointed ears and a southern doctor that seemed to say, "Dammit, Jim!" and "Why, you green-blooded Vulcan!" more than anything else.
I'm sure that I don't have to tell you that I was enamored immediately. The first episode I saw was "The Menagerie II" I recall being quite disgusted with the aliens' pulsating heads, but the show was fascinating. I snuck out a few more times to try and catch the adventures of Kirk and crew.
I'll be honest, "Star Trek: The Next Generation" is by far my favorite series, which is only confirmed again as I watch it once more in syndication. I know that many are put off by its utopian ideals, arguing them to be unrealistic. But that is what I love most about the show: The hope that someday we can shake the chains of our intolerance, our apathy, our greed and pride to come together and recognize that despite our religions, our traditions, our cultures, our races that we are, underneath it all, humans.
I think that the Vulcan mantra of IDIC sums it up best: Infinite Diversity in Infinite Culture. Perhaps that is why the Vulcans are my favorite Trek aliens.
In closing, I'll add why I participate in fan fiction. It is because, despite Paramount holding the copyrights to Star Trek, it's the fans who keep it alive. There may be no plans to put a television series into production but I doubt it will be forever. 40 years is an incredible legacy for any television series in any genre and Paramount has less to do with that than the fans do.
~Randi
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