They're out to get me, but they won't catch me, I'm fucking innocent, so you can suck me

Saw Star Trek last night. The best and simplest way to sum it up is that it was fun. Formulaic? Yes. Cerebral like previous Star Trek films? No. Still, it was done well and I can see why hordes of people, many who ordinarily would have stayed away from all things Star Trek, are flocking to see this movie.

Star Trek, in it's latest guise, is the movie equivalent of a day at Six Flags. You don't leave Six Flags discussing the design or predictability of the rides. Well, I suppose you might, but you'd be missing the point. No, you share stories about the thrills you experienced, the surge of adrenaline.

When I left the movie, I found myself discussing it in a way that was missing the point. I was critiquing it from the head and not from the gut, which recalls the simile about dancing about architecture.

Prior to seeing the movie, I'd been watching a ton of The Wire, a dense, multi-layered show with a sprawling story arc. Going from that to a compact, in-your-face, movie that assaults your senses from start to finish with barely any let up, took some adjustment.

So, despite it's flaws, which won't be divulged here, Star Trek was a good movie that, and this is a testament to it's construction, caters to a wide range of people. Yes, it lacked the brain power and some of the meat of other Star Trek offerings, but I suspect that was never the intention. Remember, this is Six Flags.

Understanding now that judging this movie from an intellectual perspective is coming at it from the wrong angle and perhaps a little unfair, I can allow myself to revel in the fun like most everyone else who has seen it.

As we were preparing to leave the house before the movie, a cop pulled up to it and started snooping around our driveway. Then he made his way to the back door. For at least a couple of reasons, one of which had to do with not wanting to be late for the movie, we scooted out the front door.

Outside, we saw the cop at the back door. Janelle saw him test the door knob. Hmmm. Though we didn't really have anything to feel guilty about, I, at least, felt a little like I was on the lamb, that the cop was looking for me. As we walked, we puzzled over the cop's intentions. It set a dark cloud over the beginning of the night.

I offered to circle around the block and see if the cop was still at the house. I left the group and walked near enough the house to see what was going on, but far enough way not to be seen. Remember, I felt like I was a perp. That's what happens when you watch too much of The Wire.

The cop was at our front door now. When no one answered his knocks, he went back to his car. A kid further up the street from me had been watching the cop from the curb. As soon as the cop returned to his car, the kid left his spot and headed toward me. When he reached me, he headed up the steps to a house. That was when the cop zipped around the corner and pulled up to it.

I was certain he was going to question me, and pretended as if I was on the cell phone, without a care in the world, in order to prevent such an occurence. Instead, the cop called out to the kid.

"You live here?"

"Yeah. Want to see my I.D.?"

That was all I heard. I kept walking. I called Craig and he told me the cop had just passed them. I joined back up with the group and we headed to Davis, still puzzled as ever as to why the cop was at our place.