I'm officially in the eleventh month of My Year Of Star Trek. I started this project because of a lifelong interest in a TV show and its various spinoffs. I hoped it would teach me something about writing and pop culture and bring me to a better understanding of why I and so many others feel such an attachment to Trek.
A few days ago I was talking to a friend (via the internet because I'm not a heathen) about how my interpretation of Star Trek has changed in subtle ways. My fandom may actually have cooled slightly but my appreciation for it has deepened. That seems like an oxymoron but it's not. It's sort of like a relationship. When you meet someone, you become BFF, you're excited about them--excited that they even exist. Even if you know them for years, you don't really appreciate them the same way that you would if they moved into your house and started eating your food and using up the hot water or, alternately, tucking you in at night and wiping your tears away after a bad day. Star Trek has always been something I knew I could rely upon to make me feel better but it seems, after all these months, that I know it better, that I appreciate it more for its good qualities and its failings. Sometimes it's brilliant (City on the Edge of Forever, The Inner Light, Tinker Tenor Doctor Spy) and sometimes it's goofy and lame (I'm lookin' at you Threshold) but it's always there and I appreciate that.