Day 78 — hey! It’s William Shatner’s birthday

Someone posted that little fact on FB this morning. The man is 87 today.  Happy birthday Mr. Shatner!

Thinking of him brings back some great memories. It’s not just about Star Trek – it’s about a time and the places I was in, and how those times shaped me.

There was always a certain sense of innocence, hope and belief in the inherent goodness of people/life that the Star Trek movies featuring Captain Kirk embodied. I loved that he was so much bigger than life, that his character was so incredibly over-the-top, it was like watching a manic boy scout save the world. You knew that it was all going to work out, the good guys would survive – the only casualty would be the hapless, nameless ensign in the red suit who got chosen for the away team at the last moment.

Entertainment is so different these days. Our heroes are always flawed (realistic), characters we love are constantly being killed (viewer investment) and the outcome is never guaranteed (spinoffs).

I’m not saying I don’t enjoy movies and television as they are now.  I’m just saying it’s different.

And  when I think of those lost times I feel my whole being smile. It was an event to go stand in line for a movie with your friends and family. Entertaining each other, talking, laughing and joking. Begging the staff to let you in so you could go to the bathroom. Rushing to get the best seats. Hurrying to get popcorn so that you didn’t miss any of the trailers or the short before the actual movie.  When the movie finally started you were READY. You were invested.

That doesn’t happen anymore. We pre-purchase tickets for all the big releases. Sometimes our seats are already pre-chosen. We meet moments before the movie theatre doors open, get our popcorn, file into an already dark theatre, sit in our seats and barely say a word to one another. We check our phones to avoid watching commercials and barely pay attention to the trailers because we’ve already seen them on television. There is no such thing as a short anymore, which puzzles me because they are always a category at the Oscars. Who gets to see them?

Going to the movies is just business now. I find myself leaving the theatre feeling empty no matter how good the film was. It’s just something to do. You can say you saw it. But there’s no connection. So sad.

I’m sitting here this morning, writing this while I listen to a Bruce Springsteen music station. It’s my way-back machine. I guess I’m just feeling nostalgic and a little bit yearny today. Wishing for simpler times, simpler pleasures, and, as Bruce sings – a little of that Human Touch.

8:55 P.M. Sunday — 21240 words!

Twenty one thousand, two hundred forty words!  Holy crap I can’t believe I’ve written that much!

I’m a few hundred words behind where I ought to be, but I’m still feeling awesomely good about this.

Yesterday and today were not very productive  as far as writing goes.  In fact, I deliberately took yesterday off to get out of the house for a while.  Much needed, let me tell you.

I bought a miniature pre-lit tree to put all of Tim’s Star Trek and Star Wars ornaments on.  I’ve been wanting to do that for a few years, so, now I have no reason not to create a special ‘space’ tree.  Think it will be fun.

Today, my son and his children came for supper.  I had to do some housecleaning before they got here because this writing thing, well, it takes up a lot of time, especially when you’re not used to writing a novel.

Speaking of novel writing I got to listen to an interview of Stephen King on CBC on Thursday.  It was fantastic.  I hope, someday, to be able to see, or even better, meet him.  Can’t wait to get his newest book:  11/22/63.  Sounds like a brute of a novel — 850 some odd pages — but that’s what I like about King, he can write these giant books, that when they’re done you’re still left wishing it hadn’t ended.

But back to my son and grandchildren’s visit — I baked cookies and we had a pork picnic roast with sauerkraut and potatoes, and carrots, cauliflower and snap peas.  Hailey didn’t care for the sauerkraut, but Timothy actually liked it.  Ethan, well, he ate the meat with applesauce, but being two he has a mind of his own, and it wasn’t on eating supper tonight.   It was a nice visit.  Tim and Landon watched parts of the football game and then the hockey game.  The kids and I did puzzles, coloured and generally had a wonderful time.

I’ve had four glorious days off work, and tomorrow it’s back into the trenches.  It was lovely while it lasted.

Have a good week everyone.