Trek: Deep Space Nine
), and Patrick Stewart (
Star Trek: The Next Generation
). Even Chris Pine, the latest incarnation of Kirk, sat down for a one-on-one.
During the filming, I flew to London to meet Patrick Stewart. For the flight I was seated in the quiet of the wonderful jet that my sponsors at Bombardier generously provided for me . . .
RULE: Never Forget a Plug—Especially One That Keeps You out of the Security Line at the Airport
. . . and in the luxurious quiet of the cabin (thank you again, Bombardier) I was studying my notes on this portrayer of Jean-Luc Picard.
Stewart and I had worked together before, on the film
Star Trek: Generations,
but I didn’t know him all that well. We had a scene together in that film where he and I were riding horses, and I gave him the handy tip of wearing panty hose under his clothes to prevent chafing in the saddle.
(NOTE: Tell British actors that they should wear panty hose under their pants while riding horses to prevent chafing. They often fall for it.)
Either way, I had a great epiphany with Stewart and with my place in the world as a guy forever associated with Captain Kirk. It was a total paradigm shift for me!
I had gotten in on the joke, but for Patrick Stewart there is no joke to be had with
Star Trek
.
Patrick is a marvelous Shakespearean actor. He spent his life doing the classics, and he said “yes” to being in
Star Trek: The Next Generation
. And I soon realized that he approached his performance with the same respect and reverence that he reserved for the Bard.
As I considered this wonderful actor taking
Star Trek
so seriously, I thought,
I haven’t done that in a long time
. There was a fullness of his pride in playing that role and doing it well. I wanted that pride back.
And I took it back.
Somewhere along the way I got lost and caught up in the derisive laughs of the haters.
RULE: Every So Often, Beam Up One of Your Grandkids to Help You Brush Up on the Modern Slang
My encounter with Stewart was a revelation for me. I’m proud of my work as Captain Kirk, and it helped carry the viewer into a fantastic faraway world often populated by creatures in rubber suits. No more laughing
at
for me. Sorry folks.
My three years of work on that show, and in the subsequent movies, is much more than the occasional “Beam me up, Scotty” hurled out of a car window. I have once more engaged my shields, and I carry my fictional rank of fictional captain with a great deal of REAL pride.
So go ahead and yell, “Beam me up, Scotty.” I have a thing I yell back nowadays, hopefully you’ll find it amusing, and it goes . . .
“Fuck
you!”
Set phasers on “Oh, Snap!”
CHAPTER 8
RULE: Always Have a Spare Set of Underwear on Hand
A nd keep your spare underwear in an undisclosed location.
Does this sound silly? Well, let me tell you something: It won’t sound silly when you’re negotiating with the kidnappers.
Did that wipe the smile off your face? I thought it would! Or did it at least replace your smile with a quizzical stare? Even better!
I was in Denver in the late 1970s, at one of that city’s finer hotels. There was a Star Trek convention being held nearby, and I decided to stay in the city for a few days after the event to see the sights. This was back in that dark age when people paid full price for airfare. I was traveling on someone else’s nickel, and I thought I would turn it into a mini vacation. So I packed a full bag.
I packed an outfit for my Q&A at the convention, a more formal look for the evenings, and a sportier ensemble for enjoying the many outdoor activities promised by the Mile High City. And since this was the 1970s, there was probably enough polyester in the collection to create a static electricity shock powerful enough to melt a glacier.
The afternoon had included my convention appearance and an autograph session that had to be cut short for a local news interview. Afterward, I got back to my hotel, showered, and then
), and Patrick Stewart (
Star Trek: The Next Generation
). Even Chris Pine, the latest incarnation of Kirk, sat down for a one-on-one.
During the filming, I flew to London to meet Patrick Stewart. For the flight I was seated in the quiet of the wonderful jet that my sponsors at Bombardier generously provided for me . . .
RULE: Never Forget a Plug—Especially One That Keeps You out of the Security Line at the Airport
. . . and in the luxurious quiet of the cabin (thank you again, Bombardier) I was studying my notes on this portrayer of Jean-Luc Picard.
Stewart and I had worked together before, on the film
Star Trek: Generations,
but I didn’t know him all that well. We had a scene together in that film where he and I were riding horses, and I gave him the handy tip of wearing panty hose under his clothes to prevent chafing in the saddle.
(NOTE: Tell British actors that they should wear panty hose under their pants while riding horses to prevent chafing. They often fall for it.)
Either way, I had a great epiphany with Stewart and with my place in the world as a guy forever associated with Captain Kirk. It was a total paradigm shift for me!
I had gotten in on the joke, but for Patrick Stewart there is no joke to be had with
Star Trek
.
Patrick is a marvelous Shakespearean actor. He spent his life doing the classics, and he said “yes” to being in
Star Trek: The Next Generation
. And I soon realized that he approached his performance with the same respect and reverence that he reserved for the Bard.
As I considered this wonderful actor taking
Star Trek
so seriously, I thought,
I haven’t done that in a long time
. There was a fullness of his pride in playing that role and doing it well. I wanted that pride back.
And I took it back.
Somewhere along the way I got lost and caught up in the derisive laughs of the haters.
RULE: Every So Often, Beam Up One of Your Grandkids to Help You Brush Up on the Modern Slang
My encounter with Stewart was a revelation for me. I’m proud of my work as Captain Kirk, and it helped carry the viewer into a fantastic faraway world often populated by creatures in rubber suits. No more laughing
at
for me. Sorry folks.
My three years of work on that show, and in the subsequent movies, is much more than the occasional “Beam me up, Scotty” hurled out of a car window. I have once more engaged my shields, and I carry my fictional rank of fictional captain with a great deal of REAL pride.
So go ahead and yell, “Beam me up, Scotty.” I have a thing I yell back nowadays, hopefully you’ll find it amusing, and it goes . . .
“Fuck
you!”
Set phasers on “Oh, Snap!”
CHAPTER 8
RULE: Always Have a Spare Set of Underwear on Hand
A nd keep your spare underwear in an undisclosed location.
Does this sound silly? Well, let me tell you something: It won’t sound silly when you’re negotiating with the kidnappers.
Did that wipe the smile off your face? I thought it would! Or did it at least replace your smile with a quizzical stare? Even better!
I was in Denver in the late 1970s, at one of that city’s finer hotels. There was a Star Trek convention being held nearby, and I decided to stay in the city for a few days after the event to see the sights. This was back in that dark age when people paid full price for airfare. I was traveling on someone else’s nickel, and I thought I would turn it into a mini vacation. So I packed a full bag.
I packed an outfit for my Q&A at the convention, a more formal look for the evenings, and a sportier ensemble for enjoying the many outdoor activities promised by the Mile High City. And since this was the 1970s, there was probably enough polyester in the collection to create a static electricity shock powerful enough to melt a glacier.
The afternoon had included my convention appearance and an autograph session that had to be cut short for a local news interview. Afterward, I got back to my hotel, showered, and then
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