The last thing on earth I want to be known for is another girl trying to fake it in a time when it's hip to be geeky, when the pretty blonde girl next-door suddenly sports black thick rimmed glasses and Converse like she was born that way. Don't get me wrong, to each their own. I just know who I am and where I came from, you won't get any shenanigans here.
And so it begins...
I grew up watching Star Trek with my parents on Friday night. I played with a plastic phaser (set to stun) and Geordi La Forge action figure in the basement while my dad made wine in the cellar. Our dogs had a stuffed tribble to play with. Sheldon Cooper would have approved.
I don't know if this early Trekki exposure was what made me the way I am, or the fact that I was the only 9 year old I knew with an email account (babyblueeyes12 represent) surfing the newsgroups about hamsters and baseball. Do you know what a newsgroup is? Maybe not, but I did before I finished the 3rd grade.
I'll leave you with this, the epicness that was Patrick Stewart pre-X-Men. Until next time...