Egads! I just got weirder!

I have added yet another quirk to my laundry list of oddities. Now that I work as an optician, I have an eye-wear fetish.

I happened upon this revelation when I stumbled onto this picture-

Zachary Quinto plays Spock in the new Star Trek movie, and Sylar on Heroes. He is pictured to the right in big honkin' glasses. Nice big zyl frames, and, if I had to guess the prescription, I would say he's either plano or just a little near-sighted. And, the more I stare at those glasses, the more I think myopia makes me hawt. Oooh, talk astigmatism to me, baby. Yeah, just like that...

On a less disturbing note, check out his eyebrows. For the role of Spock, about three-quarters of ZQ's brows were sacrificed to the razor god. You can kind of see how slender they are behind the glasses. Clever disguise, no?

Blasphemy!

Erin has a confession to make-

She had a double standard for a little bit. I try not to let a bad experience bias me against something or someone, and I criticize others for doing it, but I let it happen.

Y'see, a few years ago, I dated this... person/creature/carbon-based THING. His name started with a "C," ended in a "d," and had "ha" in the middle. This... dating, I suppose you could call it, ended on a sour note when he replaced me with something that had smaller tits than his own, and could barely be identified as female. (Yes, I'm still bitter. Shut up.) The relationship was troubled, to say the least, even before it ended. There was lots of drinking, infidelity, verbal abuse, and crying, with his stalking for the next couple years to wash the whole thing down. This is what I qualify as a bad experience.

It's also my only experience with Star Trek up to this point.

This guy was an old school Trekkie. The way he described it was what first caught my attention. He confessed his obsession, I wounded him with my Olympic-gold-medal eyeroll, and he defended his adoration for the series. In the future, the aliens we may meet, and the race we may become, will still be... human, for lack of a better word. It's about the bar fights and the warm fuzzy group hugs, the epic screw-ups and the landslide victories, and everything in between.

So, I relented. I grew especially fond of the movie Undiscovered Country, The Next Generation (Patrick Stewart and Brent Spiner are fantastic actors!) and Voyager. (Yes, it's pretty much the match.com of the Star Trek franchise. I liked the captain. And #7. Bite me.) Needless to say, once the relationship was over I wanted nothing to do with Star Trek. Star Trek was associated with the worst of all evils, in my mind. And yet, I couldn't help but think of those moments that made me laugh or even smile just a tiny bit. I had been changed- whether or not the person who'd done the changing was a bastard was irrelevent.

Point of the ramble-
Two years later, I watch the Star Trek movie, and I come to a long overdue conclusion- I am really fond of this idea. I'm really fond of all these world's I've been to and the people I've met. Just as I won't let a bad memory keep me from moving forward, I won't let a bad experience keep me from enjoying something. So, this is me admitting it-

I like Star Trek. I've liked it for a few years now.
Still hate Chad.
But I really like Star Trek.