Yes, it was this bad! --J, member in good standing of O-C.D., Not So Anonymous.
Every Saturday at 5 o’clock
we wait
for the last pitch
with tight jaws and
knotted guts,
reality bearing down
with an iron hand—
Will The Game
end in time?
When that ship scuds into view,
these geeks
can breathe again!
For one hour--
--Temporal Displacement--
we watch small screen Sci Fi--
Twilight Zone in
big hair drag,
in serious
Spocked-out bliss...
I was of the same club particularly ca. 1973 or so and even remembered some of the original '66 or '67 debut shows (kid on the floor in front of TV) - the sequels over the years have steadily gone down in story quality! It'll never be the same.
Love that bg hair drag, Juliet, but somehow I missed out on
the Star Trek craze. Can't recall what I was doing at the time,
but I doubt that I was getting cozy with Dionysius. More's the
pity. This I like. -gene.
Juliet, I never watched Star Trek but I get the idea of what we value at certain times doesn't seem so important later, and the sense of diversion/displacement is strong.
John
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Edwin
the Star Trek craze. Can't recall what I was doing at the time,
but I doubt that I was getting cozy with Dionysius. More's the
pity. This I like. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
John
Be always safe,
Karen