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This weekend, I’m completely geeking out. I know this confession will come as a huge surprise to absolutely
everyone no one.
Friday: John Taylor
So… I’ve written before about my John Taylor Problem. The short version is that when I was in high school, JT — bass player and founder of Duran Duran — was supposed to marry me and whisk me away to Paris. That didn’t happen, but I did meet him once, about ten years later.
Anyway… he’s coming to Austin to do a reading and signing of his book In the Pleasure Groove: Love, Death, and Duran Duran. And I’ll be there… duh. Everyone, and I mean everyone… all of you… cross your fingers that they don’t ban us from taking photos because I would love to have an updated portrait of JT and I. You know, just for old times’ sake.
Saturday: Star Trek: The Next Generation 25th Anniversary Reunion
Unlike my Duran Duran obsession, which I can chart practically to the day it began, I’m not quite sure when I became hooked on Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was definitely after the series was off the air, so I’m really late to the party. But at this point, I’ve seen almost every episode (at least once), and I even dragged a friend to one of those one-night-only events in a movie theater where they showed two episodes of the show on the big screen. It was nerdtastically awesome.
This weekend is Austin Comic Con, and yeah, we’re going. And on Saturday night, I’ll be somewhere in the first 10 rows of the Star Trek: The Next Generation 25th Anniversary Reunion panel discussion. (Quick, somebody punch me twice for being a dork!)
Holy sh*t, you guys. The entire cast is going to be there:
Patrick Stewart (Captain Picard)
Jonathan Frakes (Commander William T. Riker)
LeVar Burton (Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge)
Michael Dorn (Lieutenant Worf)
Marina Sirtis (Counselor Deanna Troi)
Brent Spiner (Lieutenant Commander Data)
Gates McFadden (Dr. Beverly Crusher)
“Wil” Wheaton (Wesley Crusher)
Here’s the thing: I know my driver’s license says I’m 44, but clearly there’s been some kind of space-time mix-up, ’cause I’m pretty sure I’m only 17.
OK. I’ve geeked out. What’s your guilty pleasure?