In which an ink cloud blots out the stars, the visual designers of the episode were clearly high, and I waste a Star Wars joke.
In which the Prime Directive is there for a reason, my hatred of monoculture is well justified, and if youse mugs don’t share my blog, I’m gonna scrag ya, see?
In which Kirk wears a collar, Kirk donkey-punches a girl, and an episode is wasted.
In which we watch the original ‘fluff’ episode, the seeds for two ubiquitous technologies are sown, and I really want a tribble.
In which we meet the most reasonable planetary governer of all time, a locked room mystery is invalidated, and Jack the Ripper is done much less well than Babylon 5 will doin the ’90s.
In which Kirk hunts his white whale, the sanctity of life is completely ignored, and I fantasize about the greatest crossover of all time.
In which the entire senior staff gets old, nobody is as good as fucking with Romulans as Kirk, and Chekov stays forever young, I wanna be forever young. Continue reading
In which we run afoul of culture shock, razor frisbees, and upsetting bodysuits.
In which there is a medical emergency, a military emergency, and family therapy.
In which the Shuttlecraft Galileo is earning a fearsome reputation, some interesting facts about the timeline are revealed only to be ignored, and someone tried to shoehorn a bodice-ripper into a Star Trek episode and failed, badly.