The Horrible History of Brother K'Bob
It occurs to me that I have'n't really explained to the readers of Meet the Geeks how I came to have the name Brother K'Bob. Are you interested dear reader? Can you handle the truth? Strange and terrifying as it may be? I hope you can. Here we go. It all started in November 1996. It was the opening weekend for Star Trek: First Contact and I had been invited by a friend (at the time) to go meet up with the KAG group that was on hand for the premier. It was at this time that I met the Captain of that ship, Kull of House Jev, later known as Doug, who little did I know would become my nearest and dearest friend and would stand as my best man at my wedding 19 years later. But that is a dark tale for another time. It was the last of the truly interactive premiers that I would attend where the audience was totally immersed in the film. It was probably also the last of the truly great Star Trek movies (sorry J.J.). After a few meetings and my eve...