regarding coffee shops, fonts, and hipster wives

Star Trek is a pretty big part of my life. I’ve been a fan since I was a kid, I still watch the original series, and there’s that whole Next Generation thing I was part of for a little while when I was a teenage sweater enthusiast.

It wasn’t always awesome, but for the most part, it didn’t suck. I did work I’m proud of, and got to be part of something that will endure long after I’ve turned into a ball of light and returned to my original dimension. I’ve met countless people over the last couple decades who have shared how important Star Trek was to them, from helping them maintain relationship with their families to inspiring them to pursue careers in science and engineering. I also have a bobble head of my teenage self on the bridge of the Enterprise, which makes me feel strange but also good.

All of that stuff is really awesome, and I’m grateful for all of it, but the best part of Star Trek, for me, is the relationships we all formed as a cast. We were and are a family, almost thirty years after we first met.

…which makes it possible for silly things like this to happen:

hashtag blessed, you guys.