Plot a course for my living room TV, maximum warp. Engage.
I was up pretty early today, hours before I needed to punch in to work. The first episode of Picard is out, and we actually have access to it. I had the time and the means to watch the whole episode but I couldn’t do it. My step son and I were talking about it last night. He’s not that much of a Star Trek TNG fan, but he was definitely interested in the new show. I said we’d watch it together. That means I either had to drag him out of bed at a shockingly early hour on a day where he has two brutal mid-term exams, or I have to wait until tonight when he comes home.
Oh the waiting is killing me!
Jen and I watched some clips of Sir Patrick on a talk show and… well… he’s really old now. He’s 79. I have to admit that when I first saw him play Jean Luc Picard back in 1987 I thought he was old. Captain Kirk was my Star Trek reference, and here is this middle aged bald dude… he’s just too old! Well, Sir Patrick was 46 years old when TNG debuted… and that’s two years younger than I am today. Damn it.
Anyway, he was on this talk show and he looked every second of his 79 years. It kind of scared me. They are already talking about a second season. Is he going to be able to keep doing it? (this next sentence is definitely colored by the passing of Neil Peart) Is he going to be alive a year from now? It gave me this totally irrational need… if we are going to lose Sir Patrick, I have to make sure I see every episode of this new show before he goes. That makes ZERO sense, but what can you do, right?
Step One: The clock needs to hit 5:30 so I can punch out.
Step Two: Harry needs to get himself home!
Make it so!