How My Father Semi-Endangered My Life For Star Trek: TNG

This blog post is supposed to be about my experience with science fiction up to this point. Therefore, I'll tell you a little about my very first experience with science fiction. And when I say "very first," I mean that literally.

It was June of 1991. My mom, who is pregnant with me at this point, and my dad are just hanging out at home. Nothing spectacular. Dad, of course, was intently watching the episode of TNG playing on the TV. As I said, nothing spectacular. Though I wasn't due until August, my mother's water broke (gross, I know, but bear with me here), and she knew she had to get to the hospital. Considering I had already caused some problems in the first seven months of my existence, I like to think it was a pretty urgent matter. So, she tells my dad, "John, I've got to go to the hospital." And you know what he says? "Can't we just wait until this episode of NexGen is over?" And THEY WAITED. He endangered my poor, innocent, infant life for Captain Jean-Luc Picard, Sir Patrick Stewart himself. Unbelievable, I know. It's surprising I didn't grow up with an innate hatred for all that is TNG... oh, wait.

Editor's note: Clearly, I turned out fine after this experience. Yes, I was born two months early, but no, nothing bad happened to me due to a late arrival at the hospital. :)