Hot Space Love

I seem to be in a state of arousal.

This is because I’ve caught sight of true beauty, something so perfect, so right, it’s like it was meant for me and me alone. Oh, am I feeling the love. And the heat, too, yes I am.

This week, this showed up in stores: It’s Star Trek: The Complete Comic Book Collection, all on DVD. Seriously. It’s so hot. Some monster geeks at some company sat down and scanned every single Star Trek comic book – going back to the Gold Key classics of the 1960s, the ones I started off on – and kept scanning right up to the modern stuff I haven’t read. The Marvel runs are in there, as is the absolutely spot-on Peter David stuff DC put out in the ’80s – the series that told the story of what happened between Star Trek III and Star Trek IV, when Kirk commanded the Excelsior and … sorry, it’s complicated. Page by page, ads included, the scanner folks painstakingly created this monster DVD. Each comic is its own PDF. You pop the disc in your computer and you’re reading Star Trek comics onscreen. It’s a beautiful thing and only 40 bucks or so.

I want this. I want to go to the store, sweet-talk it into my shopping bag and get it out to the minivan. I want to strap it in to keep it safe, then drive carefully home. I want to slowly, lovingly, peel the tight-fitting plastic shrink-wrap and gently nudge the box open, and then I want to make sweet space love to it.

And why not? This is, quite simply, the hottest thing ever made. It’s comics about Star Trek with a nice tasty piece of digital technology ass, and it’s gotten me all wah-wah. I know people are going to say it’s wrong to feel this way, but I don’t give a shit. Our love goes to Warp 10. Maybe even 10.1.

I’m going to go buy it. You may not hear from me for a while. We want to be alone.