Dome Trek: TNG
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bloodyrosemccoyDAD: Off to work, then?
ME: Yup! Dome shows today.
DAD: I don't know if I ever told you this, but when I was about eleven or twelve, we came down to visit Salt Lake City, and I got to go to the old planetarium.
ME: Did they have the dome running?
DAD: Oh, YEAH. Now, remember, this was the time when I was really into model rockets and had written a letter to NASA requesting information about spaceflight.* So then I get to this theater, and--you know how it feels like you're moving?
ME: I have to assure people they aren't actually moving in all my intros.
DAD: Well, it was like that. And it just--BLEW. ME. AWAY.
ME: No kidding! I always try to get that feeling for the kids in my shows!
DAD: They even let me take the remote that drove to different stars! I WAS LIKE CAPTAIN KIRK!
ME: That's cool! I wonder how they did that with the old projectors. It's all computers now.
DAD: It was absolutely AMAZING. ... Of course, it turned out later that day that my leg was septic from a scrape I had and I had to go to the hospital, so I could have just been delirious, but it was still life-changing.
ME: Hey, don't knock it. I am pretty sure most of the kids oohing and ahhing in my dome aren't battling blood infections.
DAD: Anyway, MY POINT IS, and now you're doing these shows. It's like I have a legacy.
ME: Oh, man, so I'm like Dome Trek: The Next Generation? I'm like Picard? I'LL TAKE IT.
*You'd think that NASA would've had some sort of ready-made information package available for kids at that point, what with the Space Race and how they were insisting to kids (well, boys) across the nation that they had to bone up on science and math and engineering in order to beat those darn commies into space, but apparently whoever got Dad's letter at NASA was taken totally by surprise that a kid actually WANTED any information. He got back a package consisting of a whole bunch of random rocket specs and technical information that seemed to be cobbled together from whatever copies they had lying around.
ME: Yup! Dome shows today.
DAD: I don't know if I ever told you this, but when I was about eleven or twelve, we came down to visit Salt Lake City, and I got to go to the old planetarium.
ME: Did they have the dome running?
DAD: Oh, YEAH. Now, remember, this was the time when I was really into model rockets and had written a letter to NASA requesting information about spaceflight.* So then I get to this theater, and--you know how it feels like you're moving?
ME: I have to assure people they aren't actually moving in all my intros.
DAD: Well, it was like that. And it just--BLEW. ME. AWAY.
ME: No kidding! I always try to get that feeling for the kids in my shows!
DAD: They even let me take the remote that drove to different stars! I WAS LIKE CAPTAIN KIRK!
ME: That's cool! I wonder how they did that with the old projectors. It's all computers now.
DAD: It was absolutely AMAZING. ... Of course, it turned out later that day that my leg was septic from a scrape I had and I had to go to the hospital, so I could have just been delirious, but it was still life-changing.
ME: Hey, don't knock it. I am pretty sure most of the kids oohing and ahhing in my dome aren't battling blood infections.
DAD: Anyway, MY POINT IS, and now you're doing these shows. It's like I have a legacy.
ME: Oh, man, so I'm like Dome Trek: The Next Generation? I'm like Picard? I'LL TAKE IT.
*You'd think that NASA would've had some sort of ready-made information package available for kids at that point, what with the Space Race and how they were insisting to kids (well, boys) across the nation that they had to bone up on science and math and engineering in order to beat those darn commies into space, but apparently whoever got Dad's letter at NASA was taken totally by surprise that a kid actually WANTED any information. He got back a package consisting of a whole bunch of random rocket specs and technical information that seemed to be cobbled together from whatever copies they had lying around.
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Date: 2015-02-06 04:34 am (UTC)