I’ve always been a bit of a science fiction/fantasy fan. When I was young, I dreamed of the day that a friendly alien ship would swoop down over my house and transport me away to live with their friendly and much more advanced society. I loved books that had elements of science fiction or fantasy. And, when Star Trek, the original series, went into syndication in the 70’s, I rushed home from school so that I could see every episode. I had a bit of a crush on Captain James T. Kirk, I secretly yearned to be Yeoman Janice Rand, and I couldn’t understand why everyone on the show thought tribbles were such a pain (because, let’s face it – they are cuddly and adorable!)
One of the highlights of my early teens was going to Salt Lake City with my older sister to attend a Star Trek convention. To explain for you young ‘uns, Star Trek conventions were the Comic Cons of the time. People dressed up as their favorite characters and there were vendors where you could buy your very own, communicator, tricorder, or phaser. Actors and writers from the show would speak to the captivated crowd and the highlight of the day was the blooper reel! I still vividly remember a blooper scene where the Enterprise had been fired on and as the ship rocked violently to and fro, Dr. McCoy grabbed Nurse Chapel to keep her from falling – and ended up grabbing her boobs instead. As a relatively innocent Mormon girl, I was delightfully shocked.
When I was 15-years-old, I had spent the summer working for the government, mucking out campsites and building trails. When I arrived back in Utah after my adventure, my sister came to pick me up. I was in dire need of some civilized entertainment, so she suggested we go to see this new, fabulous movie that had just been released – Star Wars. If you’ve read older posts on my blog, you know what an impact Star Wars made on me (especially when I was on drugs at the time. I should clarify that I wasn’t on drugs THIS time I saw the film — unless you count the sex-crazed hormones that ran amok whenever that dreamy Luke Skywalker appeared on-screen). I saw that first Star Wars movie fifteen times within three months, so great was my love for Luke, Han, and all things not of this world.
In the interim 47-years, that love has not dwindled. In fact, I am a tad embarrassed to say, it has intensified. I love reading books that are set in different worlds and have a bit of magic and/or paranormal involved (which is one of the reasons I’m dying to read Order of Seven by Beth Teliho).
I still go to and love movies like Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Thor, and Guardians of the Galaxy (seriously, how good is Guardians of the Galaxy? And the soundtrack! That Awesome Mix is just…awesome!)
I don’t see things changing in the next 30 or so years (or however long I have left). I am, and always will be, a geek. Not to the point where I want to send my ashes to space when I die (because I have other plans for them) but a geek nonetheless.
On the other hand…my ashes in space! That sounds kind of cool (and let’s face it, at this point it’s probably the only way I’ll ever make it to space – I have to accept the fact that the friendly aliens are probably not going to whisk me away anytime soon).
Do you like science fiction and fantasy? Did you ever want to be abducted by (friendly) aliens? If you could have a magical power – what would it be?