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My life is Trilling

question-marks-picture[1]Writing is hard, but it could be worse. I could be in charge of The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt.  I don’t envy Krista Stevens, Ben Huberman et al. It can’t be easy to come up with a word of the day (unless, of course, you use the “word of the day” app which is what I would do. Is it cheating if you don’t get caught?).

I have to admit that today’s prompt left me scratching my head. When I first saw today’s word, I misread it as thrill – and I started a post about how much of a thrill my daughter and I get when we scare people at Deadzone805 (complete with a link to Deadzone’s creator Nelson Cooper and his appearance on last season’s FaceOff).

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the little scaractor

It wasn’t the first time I’ve misread or misremembered a prompt. I could blame pre-coffee brain or the fact that I cannot see well enough to find my glasses without my glasses, but it’s irrevelant. Evidently I need to double-check triple-check the prompt before I start writing.

I’d like to think that I’m a fairly intelligent person (I’d like to think that – but, now that I’m suffering from Menopausal Brain, I might have to reconsider), but today’s prompt had me at a loss. Trill? Is that even a word?

Thank goodness for Google and the freeonlinedictionary.com.

trill

   (trĭl)

n.

  1. A fluttering or tremulous sound, as that made by certain birds; a warble.
  2. Music
  3. The rapid alternation of two tones either a whole or a half tone apart.
  4. A vibrato.
  5. Linguistics
  6. A rapid vibration of one speech organ against another, as of the tongue against the alveolar ridge in Spanish rr.
  7. A speech sound pronounced with such a vibration.

On second thought. The dictionary wasn’t much help. Who wants to read a post about songbirds or the fact that my daughter failed Spanish because she can’t trill her Rs?*

Urbandictionary.com was far more helpful. I learned that trill can be an adjective used in hip-hop culture to describe someone who is considered to be well respected, coming from a combination of the words “true’ and “real”.

But my inner nerdy sy-fy geek squealed with delight when they reminded me that Trill are also a species of alien from the famous “Star Trek” series of movies and television series. They look rather human with the exception of black spots going down the sides of their body, and along the sides of their head… 

For those of you who aren’t die hard Trekkies:

The Trill are a fictional species of symbiotic life forms, depicted in the Star Trek media franchise. First introduced in an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, the species became a major part of the spin-off series, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, which featured a Trill named Dax as one of its main characters.

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Trill are depicted as comprising a humanoid host, and a worm-shaped symbiont that is implanted in the host’s abdomen. Their personalities are a combination of the host and symbiont, with the symbiont’s memories providing continuity between hosts. Their home world, also named Trill, is a planet in the Alpha Quadrant, the primary setting of most of the Star Trek series.

You can learn more about Trill here or you can follow me to the dork side and discover your Trill name.

And now you know everything you could possibly know about trill (or at least, everything I know about trill), isn’t that thrilling?

And for those of you who were disappointed to find that this ISN’T a post about songbirds, here you go:

*I lied. My daughter didn’t fail Spanish, but it’s not because she can’t trill her Rs. I mean, she can’t, which is weird to me. It’s not hard, in fact, you can learn to roll them (contrary to popular belief it is not a genetic trait). She took French and ASL instead – because there are so many deaf French people living in California.

 

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I’m Batman*

wp-1456365441728.jpegOk, I’m not REALLY Batman. For one, I drive a Volvo, which is a Good Car, but it is nowhere close to being as cool as the Batmobile. Secondly, I tried saying “I’m Batman” in a gravely voice, but it sounded silly and made me cough. Lastly,  I don’t have a mask or any cool toys. Well, that’s not exactly true. In the spirit of full disclosure (and if I can’t tell strangers all my secrets, who can I tell?) I have toys, but I can’t talk about them on a family friendly blog 😉

I would like to be a superhero, but I am too old and broken to wear the costumes that female superheroes wear. Even if I were younger and in better shape, I find it highly unlikely that I would be able to run, jump, and battle bad guys without having some sort of costume issue (BTW, one of my favorite scenes in Deadpool was Colossus’ reaction to  Angel Dust’s costume malfunction during their battle).

When I was younger, I wanted to be Catwoman. More precisely, I wanted to be Earth Kitt as Catwoman.

 

My dream ended when my mother pointed out that, as a pasty pale blue eyed brunette, my chances of growing up to be a stunning African American woman were slim to none. I have, however, grown up to be a pasty pale redhead, which is almost as good.

Until recently, I thought I was Wonder Woman. I attempted to juggle work, marriage, motherhood,  and social obligations while working 1 1/2 jobs and volunteering as a soccer referee and at school functions. When I wasn’t able to get everything done the way my Inner Perfectionist wanted it done, she told me I’d failed as a human being.  I believed her for a while, but eventually I came to my senses, and decided that Wonder Woman needed a break, or a raise. I also realized that Cosmo magazine has it wrong. You may be able to do/have/be it all, but you can’t do it all at the same time, without giving up sleep, hiring support staff, cloning yourself  or being able to travel through space and time (preferably in the Tardis).

I thought my days of playing superhero were over – and they were, until two weeks ago, when I decided that Enough Was Enough, that ignoring the situation wasn’t making things any better, and that it was time for Someone to speak up. Evidently I am Someone.**

It backfired, of course. It always does. I should have remembered that the person who stands up against evildoers is often misidentified as a criminal (i.e.  Batman, Green Hornet,  or Spiderman). The good news is that, other than for me personally, things have changed for the better. The better news is that I was able to use the situation as a teachable moment for my daughter. I told her that it is important to speak up when injustice is being done, no matter what the repercussions – or that, as Spock told us, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one.

I would like to think that my daughter will learn that you don’t have to be bitten by a spider or doused in radioactive waste to be someone’s superhero. Or maybe she’ll be an antihero instead – they have better costumes and a more interesting backstory 😉

*I’d like to send a very special shout out to Suzie Speaks – she really IS Batman.

**I am intentionally being vague, to protect the other people involved in the situation. Names have been changed removed to protect the innocent (and the guilty)