Trek in the Park!

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This is a crazy wonderful thing that a theater group in Portland called Atomic Arts has been putting on for five years running; it went from tiny in the first year to just huuuuuuuge these days, with probably a couple thousand people showing up yesterday at Cathedral Park for one of the final performances.

I went with my wife and staked out some decent watching space early in the day so we could see it with a bunch of Metafilter friends, and it was a lovely time. I took a bunch of photos of the performance and the crowd; here’s a few below, but you can check out all of the Trek in the Park photos on my flickr account.

Trouble.

Trouble.

Call the Enterprise a garbage scow, will ye.

Call the Enterprise a garbage scow, will ye.

Kirk gets fuzzy.

Kirk gets fuzzy.

Also, Garrett “Ensign Kim from Voyager” Wang flew in from DragonCon for a one-line cameo.

Garrett Wang, everybody.

Garrett Wang, everybody.

Whole Lotta Fakin’ Goin’ On

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I also considered “Frakes, Frakes, Frakes Senora, Frakes it all the time” but that seemed like a bit of a stretch.

Anyway, some clever internet person a while back took the time to de-shake a few seconds of the Enterprise-D under attack, and the result is simultaneously predictable and delightful:

The Way Riker Sits

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The entire internet appears to have noticed this great little supercut expose of Riker’s occasional crotch-over-the-top approach to sitting. Someone should really do a thorough video essay on his various postures and leans and such. But, yes:

Alright, Frakes, we get it.

One Eighth Gates Blog

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Gates McFadden has a tumblr. On this she posts posed pictures of a 1/8 scale (give or take, but the rhyme is good) Dr. Beverly Crusher action figure grappling with post-Star Trek emotional baggage and the challenges of being a tiny action figure.

It is weird and wonderful and I don’t know, just go there.

Wil Wheaton on being a kid on Star Trek

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There’s a nice short little reflection that Wil just posted on his blog, about looking back at TNG as an adult who remembers being a kid out of his depth at the time. You should go read it, it won’t take long.

But there’s a key bit in particular that resonates with me, both as someone writing his own take on Wesley Crusher in this odd comic and as just a thirty-something dude who spends some time looking back with complicated feelings about being a sometimes scared and arrogant and full-of-shit kid trying to figure out adult life:

I wish I could go back in time and tell that kid to relax and enjoy what was a pretty awesome job, but I know that he wouldn’t listen to me any more than he’d have listened to anyone else. He was a confused, weird, awkward nerd trying so hard to be an adult, and failing spectacularly.

Maybe it’s odd but I’m kind of enjoying giving Wes a little bit more of a chance to be a dumb joyful kid and just goof off, even if only while the holodeck’s busted.