The title refers to how I’m slowly becoming more and more like my father.
Yesterday, my friend told me he was going to see Star Trek (an amazing film) with a girl. This is our conversation.
Him: I think I’m gonna go see Star Trek again with Julie.
Me: Cool, so it’s like a date or something?
Him: Yeah, I hope.
Me: Hmmm… Cool. So you’re got a star date?
If you didn’t get it, you’re just not a big enough nerd. Sorry (or congratulations, depends how you look at it). An explanation can be found here.