Still kinda reeling from today's stats, so I scoped myself out on a search engine to see how I'm doing out there.
WebMii says I'm doing pretty good out of a possible 10 total.
I've got a silver reputation with traity, flipboard makes me look cool, socialmention currently has me at 100% strength with a mention averaging every 29 seconds across the medias (see? I told you I have to mute my phone), still over 60 on klout, and I'm already bored with this.
Basically, I'm good at linking all my stuff together, I'm set up well for visibility, I'm verified as an owner on the webs, and I touch base on at least 3 main medias just about every single day.
If I could link my mojang account into my medias, you guys would never see me again, ha.
Things people are asking me to do-
live facebook shares (um, no)
youtube vlogs (that cracks me up, you'd get like 2 or 3 minutes and that's it)
shared hangouts and skype vid calls (that's a maybe on hold for a few years already)
actually finish books (working on it)
share live minecraft play (I do die pretty spectacularly quite often)
meet up if I do start traveling once published (I have invitations in several countries, sweet)
Anyway, lotta no on all that. I'm not a natural socialite, I don't talk (out loud, outside of family) easily or very well (that's what the psychologist is for), and I honestly would need staff or at least a team or at the very least another talker to bounce off, and I have yet to settle in with anyone who wants to make that kind of commitment to my content output. It would be funny to record me and @bonenado yapping away because it gets so cartoony, but I always forget. His brain is seriously the closest thing I've ever seen in real life to a Homer Simpson / Philip J. Fry mashup. It's like I live with Homer Fry in real life.
And I know this looks like I care, but I think obsessing over underground caverns and giant mushrooms and flailing the skeleton apocalypse to death with my bare hands because I'm sick of lag killing me over and over before I can get my weapons back pretty much proves I really don't. I'm more irked at Google for NOT MAKING IT EASY to locate and retrieve anything on what the heck happened to their analytics (it is now Universal Analytics, and no, they didn't migrate our site verification IDs, thank you very much) than anything. I'm getting really used to not knowing what's going on with Pinky blog though because statcounter sucks for just about everything now unless someone doesn't have a clue, and blogger is lame for actual info beyond the barest Oh, here's what's going on today kinda of gossip, so I really don't pay attention any more. Probably best I don't know anyway, right? Stuff happens, and I minecraft.
lol, discovering an international search service for finding free MP3s to download, apparently my entire youtube collection of personal vids is available for people in Malaysia, Korea, Japan, and India. That's funny. Wo, just found my pinterest entirely in Swedish. Hold the phone. Just ran into a an imgur page titled 'easy photoer for facebook' that apparently swiped my linkedin bio to throw into their jumbly spam. I'm loling, I wrote in a post why I used that pic as a joke, and here I am an example of how a professional photographer could have helped me out.
I know, right? That stuff cracks me up. You can see why I'd like to find out where all those hits today came from. I've had plenty of times in the past, especially with Lexx stuff, where 800 hits in a week on one post was kinda normal, 3000 in a week on the whole blog was cool, but I've never had 1000+ hits in one day before on *anything*. I can usually see bot swarms and web crawlers, but today is a mystery. If someone shared my dotcom to another site, even if it was to hate on me somewhere, thanks, that was pretty awesome.
Ok, now I'm laughing, my linkedin bio got grabbed for an alumnus photo/bio for my college. Doi, do they even background check? I'm using a pen name, I didn't attend under this name. How funny. So anyone could say they went to this or that college and get pulled into an alumnus page even if they didn't.
I FOUND THE SURGE FROM LAST SUMMER. O_O Check this page out. Ceremonija otvaranja Igara u Riju: Novak, Ana, Velja i veslači propuštaju defile
That's my twitter pic that went viral. Sweet. The paragraph just above it translates to "The biggest applause of those present in the stands of the legendary stadium received a team of refugees from South Sudan, Syria, Ethiopia and the Democratic Republic of Congo, who will compete under the flag of the International Olympic Committee. Some of the athletes were so impressed with the event opening ceremony, they could not hide the tears of joy."
I'm exhausted. I need sleep so bad. I'm craving everything right now- chocolate, coffee, vicodin (how many years has it been?), and especially pizza. I want pizza. But it's an illusion. I'm craving anything that would distract me from this weird brain buzz headache and the loud tinnitus. My earballs seem especially aggrieved at the lingering withdrawal. Maybe I'll try some hot milk.
Oh, while I'm looking for a youtube vid and ran across original Kirk stuff, I'll tell you now because I'll forget later- William Shatner is coming to Branson in October to the Welk Theater. The snip clicks to the article if you want to read it all.
Ok, where'd I put my fave Spirk vid? This song over and over will get my brain hypnotized to sleep.
"Whiskas: a milk specially made for lactose-intolerant cats sells for $1.29 for a 6.75 oz box. A barrel would retail for $1,027."
Second post that year.
It hit right at noon on the dot here at my house. Freezing rain. Twinkles called on her way back to her place from college and said it was really bad up there, sleet and rain and snow mix. Radio is already reporting dozens of wrecks.
Poor Jaizzy was huddled under the deck waiting for me, and acted thrilled when I stepped out the door. Wasn't crazy about the camera...
I talked to her while she followed me down to her house, boy was she glad to get back in there. She acted like her feet were about to freeze off, and even though the bare patches are starting to fluff up, I'm sure she still feels a bit of the wind.
I'm huddled back in my house, too. Maybe I can snuggle up and get a nap in, like a bear in a cave.
2008- no post on this day because I was busy elfing Scott's coworkers, but this one two days before- "the edge of the coin, xmas lights"
Crappy pix of lights up. My camera has 'night vision', so I can't get it to show you how we see it with our own eyes. It was really dark out, not light, as you see in some of these, but the only way to make it dark was to use the flash, which obliterated how the lights really looked. I'm gonna have to dig the book out and see what I can do about that.
I have no idea where the red dots across the side of the house came from. Like I said, it was pitch black, I wasn't using a flash, and I never saw those for 'real'. Makes you wonder about infrared reflections we don't see or something.
The freakiest thing was that this was taken in pitch blackness, and I couldn't even see where Scott was, had no idea he was even in the picture, yet you can clearly see the color of his jeans, his hands, etc. Makes you wonder how much animals can see when their eyes are made to see in the dark. Makes you wonder how truly blind we humans are.
And this is 2 days after- "the weekly fluff"
Houston, we have a problem.
At night with the flash.
Without the flash.
We left it dangling for two days like that. Thought you'd appreciate that one, Sploit.
Whew, narrowly averted Scott having to trank me and drag me out into the woods. After I got all freaky about his totally ADD impulse to get the last red (apple wreath) votive candle out of the closet and randomly just set it any old where without mentioning it or lighting it and then him trying to tell me we were on the same brain wave when I went looking for it and finding it had totally disappeared for no reason (my obsession with knowing where something is and his impulse to move it randomly around the house is FAR from being on the same brain wave, and not communicating at all about it further away still, but he doesn't get *that* part), I realized I had to get us both on track with something or we were going to have a *very* bad day together.
So in a desperate attempt to 'make up' in the hopeless face of me wanting to rip his skin off with my short nails and him feeling indignant that I'm Mr. Spock on an acid trip, (and remembering that all our worst days have somehow magically resolved through rabid angry housecleaning together), I asked him if he'd be willing to clean the bathroom floors if I cleaned the rest of the bathrooms.
I hit that happy button perfectly. That guy is going to town. He's got the vacuum out dusting things all over the house, cleaning out drawers off the beaten path, and when he eventually gets to the bathroom floors, I have stamped my approval on him unnecessarily dragging out a bucket of water and the Armstrong, because there is nothing this man loves more than being mindlessly busy with a lot of noise going and big odory powerful cleaners, and the more unnecessary work involved, the better. I've been done with the bathrooms for a half hour already, and I even deep cleaned what I was doing. Now I've got the cornish hen in the pot with a bunch of herbs and my onion-carrot-celery combo, and the house is smelling quite lovely between that, the candle, and the cleaners. And I have a pine tealight going in the master bathroom.
Skip a bunch of stuff.
Hanging by my fingertips for the last hour on the fantasy football scoreboard. It's not helping that I caught Scott red handed last Thursday add/dropping my players around without telling me. I was having a great season, he got excited and jumped in last week and screwed me, then thought he could fix me back up this week and just plain took over my team, and now he's pacing like a nervous wreck because I've barely kept up neck and neck with my opponent, and he just passed me, and there are only a couple of minutes left in all the games. So he's feeling guilty that he screwed me again...
@ 6 p.m.
Game over. I lost. I asked Scott if he learned his lesson. He said yes. I said Good, because it would be a shame if I had to change my password behind your back...
So depending on the other chick in the league, I *might* still be in the playoffs if she loses tonight. Really iffy.
Scott's on the couch watching the Brothers Grimm thing on SciFi and feeling crummy and guilty. Guess I should go hang out with him so he'll know I don't have a stone knife hidden on my person.
2009- "knowledge is power"
Watched "Watchmen" on PPV this morning. Weird, riveting enough to actually hold my attention, somewhat ridiculous to the point of wondering how in the world they managed to get the thing filmed and whether they lost any money on it, and why in the world they wasted so much unnecessary time in some scenes and compressed so much latent info in others. My fave was Rorschach, my second fave was Dr. Manhattan. On a Mystery Men scale of entertainment, though, I give it just a two. I will probably never, ever watch it again. I was really glad to find out online that Keanu Reeves and Tom Cruise never got the chance to make it worse with their presence.
2010- "time keeps on falling on banana peels into the future"
Endo doc said my primary care dr. hadn't checked my thyroid in over a year before she even left. That means it was about 2 years ago that I started asking her if I could raise the dose, and she kept telling me the blood work was fine until I finally talked her into letting me see this guy a few months later and he verified what I was saying, then she rechecked about 6 weeks after I saw him. He couldn't believe all the other blood work she was doing after that and never once checked my TSH again, even when I had asked about it. Told this guy I'd rather bypass the other doctors from now on and let him do my yearly thyroid check, he said ok. He also said in all his years, he's known of only one other doctor completely closing down their practice and just leaving all his patients like that. It's just basically unheard of. Keep getting the feeling from the clinic doctors that they have no respect for that. He asked if I knew why she did that, and I told him I thought it was the only way she could escape from the Nurse of the Corn running the office. Told him a few things, and he asked for her name, said he sure wouldn't want to accidentally hire her.
2011 "Feliz Festivus"
Hit me awhile ago that maybe it's not about me being the target. Occurred to me that I'm given the opportunity every time I get a call to turn it into something evil, or at the very least say something rude or mean. ... All these years, all these opportunities, maybe it's about getting me to cave in to my anger with them, not about them ruining my day. No matter how black my day gets or how fast and completely I crumble, I have never used a scathing word to any of Scott's family.
That kinda blew me away. Maybe it's not about shooting me down with their nidiocy, but about me not destroying them back at every opportunity. I can only imagine the living hell Scott's life would have been if I had. So many people do that, get into fights and stuff.
2012 "we have our own manhunt now, falalalala"
Man leads Taney County authorities on chase(link removed) (details replaced by xxx for privacy)
They've already got some of the info wrong in that, it's supposed to be Circle, not Court, and 6 miles away would be xxx or xxx, not xxx, and on tv they're saying he followed xxx Creek, but the creek that cuts through here is xxx Creek. (They might correct it next time they update the page.) The only thing they're getting right is xxx and xxx, wow. Anyway, Scott and I think this guy is related to someone in one of the rich houses over there, and probably hunts around here and knows the woods real good. I'm almost betting someone is hiding him in a house. It's like xxx and xxx, their last name is different from family around here, it's not your first thought to check a house with a different last name. Anyway, they've got bloodhounds and those big rifles, gonna be really interesting to see if they've caught him by the noon news.
(they never caught him)
2013- Nothing on this day, but this was close by.
I bet I've written several million words just in the last 5 years. (the rest is too sad)
2014- Nothing on this day, but this public post was the day after. Click the title to see it.
That's today! I think my brain slipped out in the night, I've been pretty deep in and barely talking all day. I think I'm just doing this for busy work. Scott's outside doing last month's yard work. In years past we have pretty nasty weather by now, today is pretty gorgeous for winter. Made an awesome thick rich enchilada soup, and I'm this close to curling up in a ball and hibernating. I just don't sleep in after #latenightmovie like some of the others do. I was still bouncing up at 4 a.m. for coffee. You can click these to get to the tweets and then click the pix to make them bigger if you want to read what people were saying in chat. I can't think of a finer bunch of people I'd want to ruin my brain with. It's like an acid trip without acid, the movie was that bad.
You know the rest of the month I'll be thinking of the Ice Cream Bunny. Speaking of Bunnies, we had one over here last night.
Yep, Christmas is finally on at my house. We're keeping it super simple.
click for the full collection of cool
Alejandro Sabella faint and fall memes
It actually all started with this post on facebook (which I'm guessing sent out a tag alert when I shared her 3 year old picture with Betty White after I got a Timehop notification), which linked over to this post from yesterday, and apparently a quick verification check about the twitter mention. Or, it could've simply been a polite fav back after I shared one of her tweets yesterday, but that's never happened before in the 3 years I've been following, so who knows, right?
For my psychologist and everyone else who thinks this is one of my narcissistic brag posts, while technically, yes, you are right, I'm going to layer that with *cough*posterity posting in case my glitchy brain goes off*cough*. (Special note for my readers in particular- as Gerald Webb is to the Snarkalecs, Jessica is to Hollywood wives and moms. Yeah, she's there in the middle of it.)
Moving on. I finally made it into chat for #latenightmovie last night at SyfyDesigns and had such a great time that I totally forgot to screen grab a keepsake.
the origin for this (click pic) was an app convo
that went horribly awry
as far as I can tell
*click for boring*
This was the funniest dumbest funniest #latenightmovie I've seen this whole year. The snark was off the wall. This snip will click to youtube if you're desperate for a questionable dude movie.
Felt really good to touch base with the gang. Kinda paying for it this morning, will hafta get on my big athletic ball and do a couple of backward traveling crab walks off it, stuff like that.
The view out my front window this morning.
The view out the back. Yes, I know it's out of season, we're actually still getting hummers migrating through.
Holy cow, just ran into Police say 1 killed, 4 injured in shooting at ZombiCon. What the hell, people, you know we're only practicing for the apocalypse, right? Geez. It's things like that that'll ruin it for everyone and get cons shut down. I try to stay away from news feeds. I usually get everything I need off twitter.
Now I need stress relief from the news. And something motivating while I move around getting busy. Kinda still have this in my head from last night, so I'm going with it. (Save yourselves, stop scrolling down after this vid. God, I want someone to make a KhanGa vid...)
OH. You guys thought I was going to do an Alejandro tribute. You know it's one of my faves. Sure, why not. You guys know I absolutely adore this song, however darkly suggestive it may be of Hessian-esqe-ish Illuminati takeover of Vatican power (quick, cover your eye) and the hint that special ops robots are going around disguised as pop stars (Mulder wants to *believe*), and the haunting hint that there will be hell to pay (get it? hell to pay) for anyone who was remotely involved on either side of the Spanish Inquisition (which is *cough* still going on now *cough*). It's those dang Mason forefathers. Are they Christian or not? At any rate, j'adore these excellent fan tributes. I'm actually quite torn, you guys know I'm a hardcore Lady GaGa fan AND a hardcore fan of the fans in all the fandoms.
I'm not a safe person, but I will do everything in my power to stand between the dark and the people I love. I still make mistakes. I still say stupid things and do stupid stuff, but never out of malice. Some of my friends find me dragging them out of their holes and get a little scared. That's ok. I'm learning not to spotlight and make the world suddenly look at you. But y'all know it's important, right, to be seen. That people know you're there. I hope Holly won't mind me using her as an example. The first two snips were private, but hella cool.
I couldn't help pointing it out. SPOTLIGHT.
I've been saying for the last three years how important fans and fandoms are to me, helping me hang on through the long dark nights, helping me feel like I'm part of something and not alone. Even when I want to be alone, I'm lurking in the dark, watching the webs, finding cool stuffs, enjoying other people's wit and creativity and enthusiasm and love for something. So are you.
I've tried sitting in a dark hole. God knows I love my cave. But even in my cave I can't help starting trouble. It's in my nature to stand up and speak knowing I could be shot. It's in my nature to be real and draw fire, and it's deeply rooted in my nature to love it.
But I know the social discomfort I'm working through is nothing compared to what some of my lurkers are going through. Fandoms know no borders, and I feel like I have a worldwide family out there. Not all my lurkers are aware what's going on or what it's even like to live so close to the kinds of political stress I see people coming from in my trackers, but *I* see you, and I do not and never will take you for granted. I once got after another blogger for blowing her outside views off as spambots. Unless you haven't turned on your spam filters, those dots are PEOPLE.
I think the last big politically incorrect hurdle above all others that we need to overcome is the them vs us mentality, them being anyone who is not us. In the last couple of weeks my blogs have been hit hard by several areas dealing with military incursions and law/justice policies flipping over like pancakes. I can't even tell you how it blows my mind and how honored I feel seeing lurkers regularly coming from dire straits, because fandoms have no borders.
I'm a big leap person. All my life I've been the one in trouble, the one leading the pack into trouble, the one being kicked out of the pack because I'm trouble. Behind all of my leaping has been a solid belief that my all or nothing leaps are important, even when they were utterly wrong. They were important because I learned so much from them.
Some of you know I'm a Jim Kirk fan. Saying it like that is about as understating as it gets, but blogger doesn't allow 30 foot letters glowing into space. I'm not a mommy blogger. I'm not an entertainment journalist. I'm a fan who believes that what we're seeing in our favorite shows mirrors our fears, hopes, and dreams for our own futures. I believe it's important for fans to find each other and keep holding the world together in our hearts and souls while real life keeps blowing it up. I see you out there. You guys are my rock. I especially like that Holly isn't afraid to push me back out of my hole and challenge me. We used to make a game of it, and rock twitter apart, and maybe we will again.
The dark and I are not strangers. You guys know I wanna start bigger trouble than that. I'm not sure if me and Holly could ever break twitter, but there's something going on in this world I want to break really bad, and I see you guys that are watching and I know you'll know when to duck. #aspienado
So I've been running this experiment for awhile, took this pinky blog link off my twitter bio months ago so I could gauge incoming based on other than people clicking the bio link, right? The 55% excludes my own visits (me working), the referring websites are mostly links I set up myself on my other blogs, social networks is mostly me direct linking to posts from twitter-facebook-G+-linkedin-tumblr-wordpress, and you can clearly see very little of my traffic here by comparison comes from search engines. I get more direct hits to the entire blog than any posts on any given day, so I'm pretty sure we've got some solid bookmarking going. THANK YOU, mysterious visitors, three of whom I know personally, actually, but the rest of you are mysterious.
Why am I bringing this up? Simple. I haven't seen this kind of response on a personal blog since the old Bluejacky stalking days. Why is this important? Because my publisher thinks I'm going into a cold sell (whenever I get my homework turned in), and I don't believe I am. What does this mean? My book might flop slightly less spectacularly than original projections projected on a virtual projector in my head. (Thank you, weekly projection meetings in a big retail and food chains, the only meetings I ever actually enjoyed.)
This is also a test run of how long I can actually sit in a chair today. I'm maxing out hard at 20-30 min now, but that's outstanding compared to yesterday, so there's hope.
I raise my coffee cup to all the people in my past who didn't survive me. I'm calling it a learning curve. Salut.
Last night was one of those long can't get comfortable and wake up every two minutes nights that finally got so bad I made myself sit up so I'd stop doing that. I'm an insomnia expert, have tried everything from pills to 'sleep hygiene' to writing to watching TV to cleaning my house at 2 a.m., but sometimes the easiest way through it is to just get lost on the internet. This is a sample of me handling severe insomnia last night.
Dug up celebrity hair shrines, devoted fans do the rest, easy 10-15 minute distractions. I've been doing this for years, amazing how many hair shrines there are out there.
Click to see way more awesome
Withdrawal Symptoms of Sex Addiction
Skidded right off my search on symptoms of a med taper into sexland. O_O *wo* Right off the bat I was falling off the couch over the user who named him/herself "Banjo". I mean, not to mock, I'm sure this is a very real problem for some people, but my curiosity is so piqued over whether some of that guilt has anything to do with kids, pets, bodies... 30 minutes flew right by before I remembered I had a weird headache and was worried I would die from prednisone withdrawal.
Sorry no clicky, comes from restricted site.
And then I remembered I'm getting obsessed all over again with Khan backstory and decided I was too flippant on my the wrath of the search for spirk post a couple of days ago just throwing a wikipedia link out there, so I apologize to everyone who seriously wants to know more and really don't have the kind of time on their hands to do deeper research like I do (evidently @bonenado missed a whole buncha stuff in the movie, too). Here's your link trail through all things Khan/alt Khan in the Memory Alpha and Star Trek Wiki.
Original Khan history dates back to the 1950s genetics experiments in the story line and back to 1967 in our Star Trek viewer history. Please note that in the original (prime) timeline, Kirk's crew are the ones to wake up Khan's entire crew.
The Eugenics Wars are a series of novels that fill in Khan's backstory before he met Kirk, much of which happens during the 1990s. There is also much more to read on the wiki about the Eugenics Wars so you can shortcut the novels. You also find out why and how Khan and his crew wound up in cryostasis.
Arik Soong is a geneticist in the Enterprise series who comes after the Eugenics Wars but before the waking of Khan. We learn more about Augments (genetically enhanced humans) and what happened to the embryos after the wars.
Alt Khan was awakened earlier than prime Khan by Admiral Marcus due to changes in the timeline precipitated by Nero blowing up Vulcan. Marcus knew exactly who Khan was and had him surgically altered to be unrecognizable, had some of his memories wiped, and put him to work as John Harrison. When 'John' regained some of his memories, Marcus forced him to continue working in exchange for the lives of his Augment crew, who were all still frozen. Before the film came out, all of this was explained in comic books.
If you are really super hardcore into the alt ST verse, you can also pick up on the Kronos moon Praxis history being changed, since you see a glimpse of it in STID.
Here you go, Benedict having his hair washed, in case you actually do have a celebrity hair fetish.
I also looked up Terminator Salvation because for some reason @bonenado doesn't remember seeing it, and even though we saw it during one of my super sickie years, I do remember it because I was so ticked off about Christian Bale being John Connor. Now, you've gotta understand, I adore Christian Bale. But not as John Connor. Plus the continuity was so screwed that I was lividly frothing my way through it on a med cocktail that brings out my darker side, so maybe Scott just blocked it all out out of sheer survival, who knows. It's safe to say I'm possibly an even bigger Terminator fan than I am a Star Trek fan, plus I super dig explosion movies and will sometimes frame by frame them just to see all the effects (who of us has NOT yet ever slow advanced Darth Vadar throwing the Emperor over the railing and seeing his skull, raise your hands) (do this for all Darth scenes in all Star Wars movies where special effects are going on). That being said, I desperately need to see Terminator Salvation again to psyche up for Terminator Genisys (click that to see awesome trailer O.M.G.), which starts showing on July 1st, and guess what, Salvation is showing on Wednesday June 17 at 7 p.m. central on AMC. You're welcome.
And you guys thought all I did was blog and babysit and whine about my book not being done yet.
Side note- it's always comforting to find lengthy med forums filled with fear-crazed people going through more suffering that you are, and it turns out I'm not actually dying, but at least I know what to watch for now. The internet is awesome in its shared wisdom.
I'm actually bouncing around my house again, even though the pred is over now. Hoping I get a nap later today, because this is unreal, although I have to admit I'm loving it. Maybe a little too much. Crossing my fingers I'm not jaunting into a euphoria. Dang it.
So yeah, my head is all over the place today. In the middle of watching STID for the 4th time this week, catching all the background stuff. I need to find something silly so I can wrap this up and get off here. I love fans.
Call me slow, but I'm just now discovering that alt Trek tried to migrate us from Spirk to Khirk.
I know, what's all this starting right off with a video thing, am I ~*nuts*~? I've been so caught up in Johnlock and Sheriarty while I work that two months just slipped right by me. Time to get back to some roots here. Don't know if the Khan/Spock name merge was just too much. I mean Khack, Khock, Sphan, Span, Spon, none of it works. Khspack, how's that? I keep waiting for this gen to pick Trek up and really run with it, but this was the only one I found for these two. I hope this isn't indicative of future success.
And in case anyone points out that was awhile back already, I really hope I don't hafta remind everyone that original Spirk thrived once youtube showed up. You know. THROVE.
Wait, finding menages.
Not sure where this one was even going, but someone put a LOT of work into it. Maybe working through some relationship issues or something.
I'm just sad that Khan was put back in the box not even knowing his people are still alive. Anybody out there who's way lost between decades old Khan that drifted more backstory into novels and comics and where alt Khan fits in all this new alt timeline stuff, someone at wikipedia actually did a decent job catching us up. Khan Noonien Singh
So far Abrams has gotten away with blowing up Vulcan and crashing a mega ship practically on Star Fleet. Will alt Trek survive at all??? Tune in next year...
Star Trek 3 is still hopefully tentatively scheduled for summer 2016 release. Last week an interview with the new director Justin Lin came out. I have a feeling I'm going to like him. Keeping my eye on trekmovie.com for more news. Until then I have a feeling I'll dig up every fan video on youtube just out of nerves. I'm finally getting on board with alt Trek, and you guys know that once I'm on board with anything, I'm ON BOARD.
Maybe I can snuggle up and get a nap in, like a bear in a cave.
