Netflix can be a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you can watch an entire series, from start to finish, at your own convenience. I’ve learned though, that after you devote so much time to a certain series, it can be emotionally gut wrenching to deal with the loss of a show after it’s complete. You’ve watched 100+ episodes in a span of a few weeks/months. And suddenly.. it’s done.. they’re gone.. I know I’m a dramtic sort, but it feels like I’ve lost some very dear friends. 😦
I finished Star Trek: The Next Generation. It stirred up a lot of childhood emotions, because it’s something I remember vividly watching with my dad on a tiny 8 inch screen in bed. I remember the characters, and vividly Worf’s son who actually didn’t turn out to be in a lot of episodes.
It was a show that I could let my kids sneak a peak at, and pass on the Star Trek geekiness. At our local movie theatre they had a Star Treck pin ball machine and my kids nerded out big time when they saw it. I was absolutely delighted and proud that my kids found it before I did.
And imagine my delight when I found that they had turned our new water heater box into the USS Enterprise:
Meet Captain Miss of the USS and Enterprise and her First Officer.