1. I wrote a post today that hasn't gone up yet -- probably first thing in the morning -- about "Truman Show delusion," wherein people think they're being constantly surveilled, and everyone around them is an actor. Because of this, I have had "Private Eyes" by Hall & Oates stuck in my head all day, despite the fact that I never actually heard it.
2. Joe Biden's speech last night > John Edwards' four years ago.
3. It's amazing what you will forgive in the artifacts of your childhood. On a whim of nostalgia I rented a random disc of "Star Trek: The Next Generation," which I just started watching. My father didn't just love this show when I was younger, I'm pretty sure the VHSes he made of it are still in the entertainment center. That's right -- my mom and dad have an "entertainment center." They're old school like that. And while I'm on the subject, let me just say this -- I appreciate my own mother more and more every time I'm on the subway or in an elevator or standing in line next to some whiny 50-something New York woman who complains, complains, complains, and all in that horrible accent.
Back to Star Trek. Besides the corny special effects and occasionally forced dialog, a couple other things I never noticed when I was watching the show with my Dad. One, they have that feature on the enterprise where officers can ask the computer the location of a person on the ship, and it will just tell them. This has been the source of many great plot-lines involving shape-shifters. But don't they have any such thing as the goddamned right to privacy in the 24th century?
Second, what the hell does the transporter chief do all day? I mean, they're needed once a day, but when you see other people leaving the transporter bay, they just stay there. Do they stay all day, and just to future crosswords to pass the time? I mean, in the 24th century they're totally unnecessary anyway -- even when they're working, they just push a few buttons. When things go wrong, they usually can't fix it in time anyway. So isn't this a task that could be outsourced to the computer, or at the very least, an ensign? Plus, I don't think there's a chair in there. Which means the transporter chief stands around all day, doing nothing. What an awful life.
Third, "Star Trek: The Next Generation" is a terrible tacky name. It would've totally failed like other sequels if sci-fi fans had normal aesthetic considerations.
Yet, thought I may never be 12 and ignorant again, Star Trek will always get a pass from me, since I grew up with it.