I'll be the first to admit: I have no dedication to Star Trek.
The world of Star Trek has always kind of hovered a just little to the left, skipping out of the corner of my eye. I grew up surrounded by superpowers and alternate mythologies, where characters faced the same problems as us, thus making those problems universal despite our differences in reality, not futuristic Earth, where characters faced the same problems as us, thus making those problems universal despite the evolution of time.
People usually assume that I know all about Star Trek, though, because of my massive, nuclear, damn-near-radiation-inducing geekosity. Seriously, it's so stereotypical sometimes it's overwhelming. I can feel it leaking over my shoes, making squishy noises when I walk, leaving puddles of geek in my wake.
Yes, sometimes I watch shows in space and I read books about magic, and sometimes? Reverse it. I am obsessed with Time and all of the pertaining theories regarding traveling through it. I never really jumped on the vampire train, but that don't mean I'm not devoted to Buffy. I like stories about people who were chosen, people who were born special, who were different and stood apart in their heroic quest to save fucking everyone ever.
Because of course, I wanted to either (a) be the heroine, or (b) be the hero's equally heroic girlfriend.
Anyway, so tonight I'm going to see Star Trek. And my point is this: this is really less about Star Trek, and more about JJ Abrams.
I'm just afraid that I'm going to go all, "OMG STAR TREK YAR!" and become even geekier, and then I'm going to have to rent all the shows and horseshit.
Fuck it, I don't even care. How hot is this movie? And I'm not talking about buzz.
I'm talking about dick. Sigh. It's like I'm twelve or something. So dreamy.