A month or two ago, I asked my library to purchase Star Trek: The Annimated Series. I didn't think they would--they have this nasty habit of writing nasty notes about my purchase requests, and they'd already rejected my request for seasons three through seven of Star Trek: The Next Generation (they already have seasons one and two, which aren't that great).
They bought it. It came in one week ago. I picked it up. Since then, I've been plagued by them. They are really neat. I keep watching bits of them in my spare time, which I don't have. I keep putting off grading, class prep., personal hygiene, et cetera so that I can watch them.
I suppose I have become a Trekkie. Yay.
You should, by the way, get your library to buy these. There are twenty-two episodes with the voices of most of the original cast. Poor Checkov got left out for some reason, though he did write one episode.
They're perfect. They're lovely. I'm going to show them to the kids, though Amanda is probably going to kill me. I'll wait until she's napping! Hee, hee.
A giddy Trekkie who is not entirely embarrassed . . . or entirely comfortable . . . with that label,
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