In which I spend most of the article writing about the implications of time travel, nothing much important happens, and there’s a cat.
In which I open a bottle of Scapa 16, parallel evolution is observed, and I’m pretty sure those shields are painted hubcaps.
In which a new computer is tested, things go predictably wrong, and exactly the counter you think will be incremented is incremented.
In which expectations are reversed, a herring is red, and Gene Roddenberry takes it too far.
In which continuity is preserved, a cultural victory is won, and an invasion is postponed.
In which Nazis are bad, the Prime Directive is good, and Spock recommends that a fascist state join the Federation.
In which Vulcans are better than humans, robots are not as good as humans, and we meet something I’ve been hoping to meet since the first five episodes.
In which a brush war is declared, a folk song is played, and a biblical references is inserted very clumsily. Continue reading
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?