In which Data finds his brother, you can’t choose your family, and I become a SJW, much to my own chagrin.
In which Troi is a cunning linguist, Paramount gets some new sets, and nobody thinks of the easy way.
In which we get an interpersonal episode, Riker is a big pouty face, and I think Netflix heard me complain.
In which Q loves war, Riker loves power, and Worf loves women in fishnet shirts and scale armor. (But really, who doesn’t?)
In which headaches are rare enough to be worrying, Picard meets an old friend, and the visual effects are wrong, damn it!
In which Star Trek does Skinemax, Wesley steps on the grass, and Picard gets told.
In which I experience technical difficulties, the peace process is a long and slow-roasted one, and we learn a little more about transporters.
In which I get back to my roots of speculating way too much about the use of a single model for eight seconds of screen time, I do some math, and we meet the Kwisatz Haderach.
In which I go off-topic a lot, the center of the galaxy is where religion lives again, and a race of energy beings has a rowdy black sheep with an unhealthy obsession over humanity.
In which we meet a new expy, User Interface Design is not intuitive across humanoid species, and the Enterprise sends a box of tribbles to the Klingons.