I love the original Star Trek.* With a name like mine, I suppose I was obligated from the get-go. I never really minded when kids would taunt me, “Oh look! It’s captain KIRK of the STARRship Enterprise! Har-de-har-har!” I took it as a compliment. Captain Kirk was larger than life to me. He was nothing short of Distilled Awesomeness. He was so manly he built homemade cannons, yet had the self-security to sport copious amounts of eyeliner. He bedded green women, for crying out loud! He even mastered the drop-kick without so much as a single Hap Ki Do lesson! Captain Kirk was a stud.
And to this very day, I use the Star Trek intro as my go-to answer whenever someone asks me (their token English Major friend) what a “split infinitive” is.
Of course, all I want to do now is think up new ones.
*So does my woman (sort of). I’m a lucky guy.