Danger Danger

Just as I am confirming that I was right about John Paragon being in the "Prodigal Daughter" episode of Deep Space Nine, the "Frame of Mind" episode of The Next Generation comes on. I haven't seen this one in a long time. And it's one of the reasons I sickened at the sight of Riker for many years. Jonathan Frakes didn't win me over until First Contact. And even though I still think it's gross when there's some sort of innuendo in the dialogue that wants to make me picture him doing it, I don't hate him anymore. I just can't get over the idea that he was ever intended to be the formulaic surrogate for the Kirk archetype. As if. What actor has ever spent more onscreen time sucking it in? Well, other than Shatner, maybe. But he was way cuter.

I shouldn't be paying attention anyway. Nor should I be emailing friends. Or researching cast lists on trekpulse.com. But that's what happens when I have a mountain of work to do and shoes on with very poor traction. I slept for two hours. I'm tired. No scientist is likely going to want to write a paper about this fact. There are plenty of real mysteries to solve. Like the sudden popularity of vanilla.

Vanilla sure is chic these days. Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. Vanilla Frosted Wheat Thins. Any number of candles and scented room sprays. I like the idea of vanilla more than I like the actual presence of it. I'm one of those people who doesn't really think that Diet Dr. Pepper needed to be improved. Nor do I think that Wheat Thins are meant to be a dessert. I don't mind that these product lines are burgeoning. I just don't want to wake up one day and find that products I already like have been phased out by their vanilla-enhanced counterparts. This is a favor the marketing world need not do me. But it always happens. Especially with my preferred brand of mascara. Which necessarily must change every year or two as the one I choose invariably gets discontinued. My eyelashes are not evolving at all. Who needs all this improvement.

It's almost amusing to me the bald ways I choose to procrastinate.