A preamble, in which I gush dorkily about things you all know by now: my parents are geeks. We were never taught any particular religion. So the two stories central to my conscious childhood relationship with fiction and metaphor were The Lord of the Rings, and Star Trek. And... they stuck. I have, in essence, been a Trekkie for my entire life. Few phrases resonate more deeply in my geekling soul than these ones: "Space. The final frontier." It is well-rooted. It is occasionally very slightly embarrassing.
I tell you this (and mostly for the benefit of the, uh, thirty-something new people? who have friended me in the last three months *waves* who may never have read my long rambles about the germ-line geekery that is my heritage) so that you can properly understand the magnitude to which my little fannish heart just EXPLODED WITH GLEE.
Except - as I have been reminding myself since this damned thing was announced - the last one sucked. We do not speak its name. This one might suck, too. Especially with J.J. Abrams talking about how he's "re-envisioning" the franchise, and ask me some other time how those words are starting to give me a migraine out of pure pre-emptive necessity. It might suck a lot, if "re-envisioning" means doing what the Trek franchise gave up on the first time in the mid-nineties, and that is Making Space Shows For Ordinary Folk. They forgot they'd given up on it again when they made... well, that other show. The one with the blue jumpsuits. I don't want to talk about it. You know.
So I keep telling myself, it could really, really suck. It could suck a lot.
I was all prepared, I was jaded, I was ready. And then, and then... "Space. The final frontier." I have no defences.
I really, really don't want it to suck.
Please, please don't let it suck?
It's probably going to suck.