Day 13: Super secret confession time

I'm a closet Trekkie.

Whew. Sure feels good to get THAT off my chest.

Oh, and just to clarify, I'm not talking about the old school, original, Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk era Star Trek. Nah, I'm talking about the oh-so-amazing, Whoopie Goldberg was even a cast member, I would vote Captain Picard for President, Star Trek: The Next Generation. Captain Picard could kick Captain Kirk's ass any day of the week. Actually...maybe not physically, but I bet he could beat him in a game of Risk. Or Jeopardy. Picard was brainy, Kirk was brawny.

Confession time: My brother, Jess, and I used to watch this show EVERY day after school from 4-5 pm on CBS (one of the sometimes two channels we got when I was growing up). This went on for a few years at least, until he went into high school and got too cool to watch Star Trek with his younger, and much nerdier, sister.

Admittedly, I don't watch it much anymore, but I totally plan on acquiring the seasons on DVD. And I can still pretty much pinpoint and full describe any episode by watching 15 seconds of it on TV. I somehow kept this guilty pleasure a secret from Clint until we were on our honeymoon and we had satellite in our cabin. Keep in mind, we don't have TV at home and we rarely watch it unless we're at my parents' house or something. So this was the first time we'd had a TV allllllll to ourselves in a long time. And what do I do? Oh yes, you guessed it. I discovered that Spike had a Star Trek: The Next Generation marathon going and forced my new husband to watch a few hours of it with me. I'm surprised he didn't just head for the hills or hightail it home at that point. He probably could have even had the marriage annulled, since it had only been around 48 hours since we were legally hitched. He handled it quite well, all things considered.

He's like my own Commander William T. Riker. And I'm his Deanna Troy.