There's No Intelligent Life Down Here

Long posts are in the works, most notably bashing Sex and the City sycophants, rhapsodizing about Cuban sammiches, and once again sticking up for my imaginary literary boyfriend Chuck Klosterman, but for now, I merely have this to offer you. I am awash in nerdy glee, as a fan of both Monty Python and any incarnation of Star Trek. The "pram-a-lot" line is the best part.

That's right, I said it. I love Star Trek. There are few things I love more. The only thing that has stopped me from going to a convention - in costume, even - thus far has been lack of opportunity. This is all changing in November. My sewing machine is fired up and ready for action. And you'd better frickin' believe I'm paying $60 for a photo with Shatner.