Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Moonlight and Magic


Many of my high school weekends were spent at my friend Melissa's house, in her hot-tub located in the gameroom. The hot tub was shaped like the state of Texas and much of my time was spent slinking around the panhandle and then into what would be west Texas to get out when the water got too hot for comfort. Melissa, a huge Star Trek fan, insisted that pictures of Spock hang all around the tub. None of these bad boys were framed, however, and after a while, they all started to curl up from water damage. Even so, it was a little too much Spock for me, and I couldn't figure out that from all the dork-ass characters that populated the show (she'd forced me to watch one, much like I had to read one romance novel per her rule -- You can't criticize something you know nothing about!), she'd fixated on what had to be the absolute dorkiest. Being the close-minded Philip Roth-obsessed snot I was, I asked her, Why Star Trek? More importantly, why must I look at his Leonard Nimoy's teeny-tiny TV Guide picture next to the big posters of Tom Selleck and David Hasselhoff? She started in on the perfect world of Star Trek, no fighting, all peace, all the time, and how troubled Spock was because of his half-Vulcan background. He could express some emotions, but in a very limited way. That much made sense. At least, I thought, it would prepare her for dating in a more realistic way than the bodice-ripping Moonlight and Magic crap that littered her shelves, with men looking like Fabio holding women who looked troubled and beautiful.

Nonetheless, seeing Mr. Nimoy's vile little visage so often made me develop an irrational dislike for him. That was before I ever even saw his poetry book, You and Me, (his poetry is worse than even most celebrity offerings like Jimmy Carter or Ali Sheedy) or his angry pronouncement text, I Am Not Spock. Once those came into light, it was all over. But I thought a lot about what it must be like to be cast in a role that you couldn't shake, so much so that you had to write a book about it. I don't hear much about the show like I used once did. But I still see Spock, doing his little Vulcan gesture on a commercial against athritis pain. The money from the Aleve people must have gone a long way in taking the sting out of hands! He doesn't look much older than he did back in those long gone hot tub days, his face getting more and more wrinkled each day in the steamy garage/rec room, not quite fitting in with all the other stuff on the wall, which may have been the point all along.

Michelle's Spell of the Day

"The demons are innumerable, arrive at the most inappropriate times and create panic and terror... but I have learned that if I can master the negative forces and harness them to my chariot, then they can work to my advantage." Ingmar Bergman

Cocktail Hour

Drinking music suggestion: Live at Newport John Lee Hooker

Benedictions and Maledictions

Since we're at the start of October, any Halloween suggestions for the month are welcome!

13 comments:

AP said...

My college buddies partied with Leonard Nimoy. They said he was obsessed with sex. Just your regular guy, they said. Straight sex. Not Foleyesque sex.

John Lee Hooker said...

Boom, boom, boom.

John Lee Hooker redux said...

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.

Truman Capote said...

I think Ingmar Bergman is the white John Lee Hooker.

Al Pacino said...

My mother went to high school with Tom Selleck's father. She said he was much better looking than Tom.

The Quotist said...

When you're in a Texas hot tub, you're on your own.--MB(paraphrase)

Special said...

My Halloween suggestion is to soap all the windows on Snowflake car. Ha ha. So funny.

gossip girl said...

Just found your blog, very cool! Cant wait till halloween! ;)

paul said...

O Mighty Isis, Shazammmmm! I'm liking tht angle Rock On Foxy Lady
R2 C2! Hot steam risin'

r's musings said...

Dr. Spock was one of my favorites, but then I've been attracted to intelligent men with little to no emotional availability... How about a pumpkin carving contest? lol Cheers! --R

JR's Thumbprints said...

I'll be hot-tubbing it on the 18th of October at Royal Oak Beaumont Hospital. Yee-Haw. Now if they could just teleport those foreign objects, I'd be okay. Lastly, anything by William Shatner is ten-times better than Spock's shit. Does Shatner have a poetry book? I know he can sing. Good at spoken word too.

Golden Silence said...

AP, how the hell old are you that your college buddies "partied" with Nimoy? Uh-huh. Unless you were a non-trad.

And second, it's one thing to dislike something...but such virulent hatred? Dag.

John Ricci said...

Dear Michelle,
Another lovely post and view, as always. Charming as no one but you are. Halloween suggestions? Orange colored champagne with green gummy worms, a priest and vampire girl for protection from evil ones post-romantic dinner for two in Greektown. And cider and donuts at the apple orchards, you know. To your spellbinding magic at Halloween month, bravo!