SNYDERMANIA: Swine Flu! Star Trek!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Swine Flu! Star Trek!

SWINE FLU!

Are you a blogger? Would you like to attract readers to your blog? I’ve got two magic words for you: Swine Flu. My last two postings included Swine Flu in the title and my hit count seems to have quadrupled. I really don’t have anything else to say about the Swine Flu. Come to think of it, there are probably about a billion Trekkies trolling the internet since the release of the new Star Trek movie. Why not add Star Trek to my title?

If you stopped by to read about the Swine Flu or Star Trek and you’re still reading, welcome and I hope you aren’t so miffed that you won’t take a look around...

I did watch the original series as a kid. Never got into the later series'.

STAR TREK

The Trouble with Tribbles was probably the funniest episode in the original series.

Spectre of the Gun is my favorite episode. Kirk and the boys were imprisoned in a psychic illusion shaped from the recesses of Captain’s mind. The illusion took the form of Tombstone, Arizona, circa 1881.

My second grade classmate, Danny DiAngelo brought his lunch to Saint Joseph's Parish School in a lunch box excactly like the one above.

Lieutenant Uhura. Hot. Smoking hot.

7 comments:

Beth said...: Yeah, I've gotta admit...I like Star Trek...I finally admitted to my husband when he came into our bedroom late last night and caught me watching an old Star Trek show that I am a latent Trekkie. I wonder what I would have been in high school if Trekkies (sp?) were around then? Kinda scary...; May 9, 2009 at 11:04 AM
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GJ MR. CHICAGO said...: Yes my postings hits also doubled about the swine flu! And I love star trek; May 9, 2009 at 11:54 AM
James West said...: Im glad to see star trek on your blog, it also warms my heart to know that star trek has been given a new life from the new movie- i highly suggest you see it!; May 9, 2009 at 12:58 PM
Blues said...: I didn't watch that one (I'm a fan of The Next Generation) - what in the world are Tribbles???; May 11, 2009 at 10:55 AM
#167 Dad said...: Latent Trekkie Beth,
Thanks for stopping by. I thought I had a lot of kids with five. I checked out your blog. EIGHT KIDS??? Wow. I guess I should call you Super Mom Latent Trekkie Beth...

MR. Chi Town,
WHat ever it takes to build a readership, right?

JWEST,
Feel free to add your expertise on Tribbles.

Blues,
JWest is a Trekkie and knows his Tribbles much better that I do but I added a little infoon the next blog...; May 11, 2009 at 6:25 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: That lunchbox was something. I remember also someones that didn't use photos but some cool Star Trek ilustrations.; May 20, 2009 at 2:10 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?