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I spent all day with Bob yesterday. He and his wife are huge Trekkies. That's awesome. And it followed upon Confession and Mass in the early afternoon. And then we ate meat. I stayed until late in the night. We watched the TOS episode, "The City On The Edge Of Forever." I love you, "Edith Keeler." Even if you are a humanist hippie. [Dude, she's like 75 now.--ed.] Don't you kill my dreams. [Your dreams are stupid.--ed.] I grant that it would be better if she were 25, Catholic, and actually real. [Duh.--ed.]

Most of the time, I mock either Captain Kirk or the writers for subjecting us to their amorous whims. Not this time. Dark black hair, eyes to light up a city...sheesh. Well played, Kirk, well played. [But...--ed.] Shhhh. There might be people who haven't seen it. But of course, it won't work out. We all know that Kirk's true love is the Enterprise. Remember Elaan of Troyius? She literally chemically addicted him, and he just quit her. Cold turkey. If you don't get who Kirk's true love is, you don't get Star Trek. That's why Mr. Wise included the shuttle-pod scene in The Motion Picture. Many people were critical of that scene, and the pacing of the whole film, but they are wrong. It is quintessential Star Trek, and we Trekkies don't need explanations. I understand that for our culture to persist, we must appeal to the casual fan. I support that effort. But we just get it, and that's it.

But the new movie is great. I love what they have done, almost without reservation. Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto just get it. They have nailed the two most important roles in the whole canon: Kirk and Spock. I have more to say about this later.

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