Do they still have sandwiches there?

Man. You adapt one gesture from the Kohanim and the next thing you know, six billion of your people are dead and the rest in galactic diaspora. But why did you have to pick on us?

. . . by which you may understand that I just got back from Star Trek (2009) and I have an extraordinarily bad heachache, so this is not going to be a review. On the whole, my reaction is positive. Simon Pegg as Scotty: awesome. John Cho as Sulu: very awesome. Anton Yelchin as Chekov: adorable. It is quite likely I prefer Chris Pine to William Shatner. I do not prefer Zachary Quinto to Leonard Nimoy, but I did not expect to. And I really do not prefer Karl Urban to DeForest Kelley, which is unfortunate—McCoy is traditionally my favorite of the three principals, as problematic as he is, but there were places in this film he actively annoyed me. I would have liked more for Zoe Saldaña to do, because xenolinguistics: awesome. I have a wholly unwarranted fondness for Bruce Greenwood based on I'm Not There and having seen Chariots of Fire last summer, I am pleased to find Ben Cross still working; I can't explain anything to do with Spock's mother, at all. Any further discussion should probably go in the comments, if there's anyone left who hasn't talked the movie out weeks ago. It did make me want to rewatch the original series.

I wish the Omni theater at the Museum of Science still had Leonard Nimoy's voice.

Come down to the seashore and there I'll be waiting

I cannot imagine that anyone on my friendlist does not already have a subscription to greygirlbeast's Sirenia Digest, but should this be the strange case, you might want to consider picking one up: this month's issue will contain her story "Fish Bride" (with illustration by Vince Locke, which I am dying to see), the detailed synopsis for a never-written X-Files novel by her and docbrite, and my poem "A Hundred Years on the Eastern Shore." This last was written for greygirlbeast on her birthday and we can all be thankful it contains no sparkly vampires. And there you and I can take all our sleep . . .