My post about Alpha Centura got me feeling all warm and fuzzy about the early days of my Star Trek geekiness, so I figured I’d share a couple photos of one of my prized Trek items — the Command Communications Console.
I wish I could say this is the same one I owned as a kid, but to be quite honest, I have no recollection of what happened to the thing. This one was a Christmas gift a few years back. Here’s the TV commercial for it:
I also had the communicators, but my biggest problem was not having anybody to talk to on the things. Sometimes I could get my dad to tell me what he was watching on TV, but that meant walking into the living room, handing him a communicator, and telling him to wait till I contacted him. Then I’d hustle back to my room, get on either the Command Console or my other communicator, and fuzzily ask him what he was up to. This, as you might imagine, wasn’t very exciting for either of us.
Late one night, I discovered that I could listen in on a CB conversation — what seemed to be the prelude to an illicit affair: a woman who complained about her husband being at work all night, and a guy who very obviously had designs on keeping her company in her lonely hours. These two talked every weeknight, and it was apparent that they were headed for trouble. I lost interest in their sordid tale for some reason, though, so I can only guess at how it ended.
Another thing I used to do was push the “Transmit” button and say “Spock… Help me, Spock…” until one night someone responded, telling me to knock it off. That freaked me out so much that I seriously don’t remember ever playing with the Console anymore afterwards.
