Geek Alert

After pulling carpet all day we finally limped back home about eight this evening after a low-key dinner at the in-laws. We're both exhausted and ready to pass out but alas, duty still calls.

My wife, after a hot shower, spent some time wrapping some things up in the office while I sat and baby-sat the puppies, both manic after spending all day and half the evening without mom and dad. As is customary, the boob tube came on. It's perfectly suited for such duty, especially on a night where my mental exhaustion matches the physical.

A few minutes of channel surfing brought me to the local CBS affiliate who was airing not the network's prime-time offering but the still-venerable Star Trek. And not just any Star Trek...

The remastered digital episodes are amazing. Having seen every episode about 100 times since I was about eight years old, I know where each shows it's age and it's 60's sensibilities and technological limitations. These remastered episodes may still show their age but the digital imagery rivals anything that Paramount has done in the last twenty years since launching ST:TNG.

Now I understand just how fully bitter and upset I should have been when my wife refused to buy me the boxed set of the original series for Christmas.