In which I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.
In which I wanted to hear Leonard Nimoy’s voice again, so you get an animated episode.
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 plants are smarter than people, I have no idea what Walter Koenig was on at the time of writing this, and a thing we’ve already seen is foreshadowed. Hindshadowed?
In which I propose a game, Space Warren Buffet is rescued, and I do drunken metaphysics.
In which the Klingons are bad at stress testing, genetic engineering is a fun fad, and Kirk gets buried in his work.
In which Starfleet is terrible at mission prioritization, three episodes I didn’t particularly like are condensed into one, and a new counter is inaugurated.
In which I contemplate the sensors, Spock preaches the vegetarianism he practices, and James Kirk Doesn’t Care About Cloud People!
In which a bird has a tricorder, a bear is a dog, and time travel paradoxes continue to be loads of fun.
In which I cave to deadline pressure, the most useful invention ever appears for a single franchise and never again, and conspiracy theories are fun.