I Like Space.

It might be my main neurosis. Tell me a story. I might like it or I might not. Tell me the same story but set it on a spaceship and I will like it at least 30% better. I do not know why this is. My imagination, from a very very young age, has always been captured by the expansiveness and possibility implied by the sheer infinity of the universe.

When I was in elementary school, I wrote a comic series called "Space Brat" about a kid who flew a space fighter and fought evil robots led by a robot named Rusty. I produced issues continuously for about four years before quitting, constantly promising my readership that I would one day produce a Space Brat film. That film never came (although I started it at least three times, and once tried to start shooting it) but it was read by most of the kids in my classes through those years, and had its share of loyal readers.

Anyways, the following is a terrible, overlong, overly sentimental scene from Star Trek: The Motion Picture that I happen to absolutely love.