Star Fleet, Please Take Note of this Duly Registered Complaint

I'm labouring under the crushed ego that no one left a comment on my bread post on my cooking blog. I even (I hope) fixed its technical difficulties, so it should all show up now. But, like the pioneers of old, I shall forge ahead, despite my faltering self esteem.

Let's talk about a pet peeve I have.

As I have mentioned before, Avram and I have taken up Start Trek watching. We're two thirds of the way through the first season, and although in the main I quite enjoy it, there is one aspect I cannot abide. It's important, and all pervasive - the lack of seatbelts.

It's killing me. Sure, I understand that they're cruising through space, known for it's wide open spaces. And that they are one a peaceful mission, so they shouldn't need them in case of war. But nary an episode passes when somewhere, somehow, they are violently thrown out of their seats. In the movies, people died from this activity. In the TV show, the death allowance of 2 men per show is saved for the landing parties, so they cannot waste mortality to let you know just how dangerous a work it is to be on the bridge - without a seatbelt.

It has reached the point when, yet again, Kirk and his gang fall to the floor Avram tells me he doesn't want to hear it, before I even get my mouth open. I cannot resist commenting on it every single time. Even when Avram tells me that he's already heard this gripe the last 2,038 times it happened. I just have keep saying my piece, and hope that eventually the Star Trek designers will hear me, and install some seat belts already.

There is a point in the movie Generations when the Enterprise is crash landing on a planet - a function it was never meant to perform, since it was built and operates in space only. As they are burning through the atmosphere one of the crew, Geordi perhaps, yells out, "Brace yourselves!" And they do, they brace themselves by madly grabbing a hold of whatever dashboard or chair handles they can find. While crash landing. From the sky. In what is definitely not a plane. And most, minus the obligatory two dead, survive, by only bracing themselves. Although, they are thrown around quite a bite, and one person, probably one marked to die, did an impressive flip over a console. If the Star Fleet had only learned from their historical records the number of men they had killed by their neglect, perhaps more lives could have been saved.

Avram and I are going to see the new Start Trek this Saturday - we'll see if in this alternate history Star Fleet listened to me.

Phew, I feel better now with that out of my system. And if you really love me, just pretend to look at my bread recipe, ok? It took me forever to post it, and my entire construct of adult homemaking self is built upon this recipe I invented. If at least one people doesn't falsely promise to try it out, or at least say something meaningless like, "Hey! You posted! A bread recipe!" then I may have to give up blogging, and start watching Star Trek full time. And then where would we all be? Wearing seat belts, I can only hope.

P.S. What are your pet peeves of the movie/TV show variety?

P.P.S. All this talk about buckling up makes me sound like a Mom. Next I'm going to be telling Star Trek to keep their hands to themselves, and if they can't stop poking (or in Kirk's case, ogling) their neighbor, to sit on their hands.