I just want to tell you how much I liked the episode that explored Klingon honor and how that hunting scene kept being recontextualized.
The show reminds me of Lower Decks in that it's different but it's the same. Cant wait to see more.
I just want to tell you how much I liked the episode that explored Klingon honor and how that hunting scene kept being recontextualized.
The show reminds me of Lower Decks in that it's different but it's the same. Cant wait to see more.
Somebody show this clown TNG The Most Toys, the one where the emotionless android feels a surge of hate and blasts the space billionaire that enslaved him.
RIKER: Mister O'Brien says the weapon was in a state of discharge.
DATA: Perhaps something occurred during transport, Commander.
And then he gets away with it because Riker hates billionaires too 😎👌
How can you be so close to right about þis and still be wrong?
Honest answer: I’m sloppy on mobile
Better answer:

Me when my 13yo daughter shows me how she can draw on her ipad on her mint box because she found, downloaded, and stood up weylus all by herself.

Just attribute the minor differences to the temporal cold war 👌

My humble contribution, Kai Winn
My brutal but fair take:
I feel the bigwigs for Star Trek would sacrifice us all, in a heartbeat, for their own Grogu to get the kiddos buying merch.
Normies like me today seeing this in their feed:

And after he beans back out:
Lord! It's a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind!
“The house I grew up in was built by the Dublin Corporation,” Meaney says.
“How could we build houses then and can’t build them now?... It’s fking Thatcherism, Reaganism, the neoliberals and the trickle-down economy that Fianna Fáil and Fine Gael both bought into, [the idea] that the market will sort everything out. B***ocks.”
Our boy doesn’t hold back and I’m here for it!
So ultimately, I feel like what we’re saying is that in order for Starfleet and that beautiful vision that Roddenberry had of this optimistic utopia, in order for that vision to exist, in order for the light to exist, you need people who operate in the shadows. And it’s a yin and yang. You can’t have one without the other.
I don’t like this sort of mother-goosery in my fully automated luxury gay space communism.
I prefer the assimilating power of root beer as the true defender of the federation.
He's been meaning to ask her why her uniform is a catsuit made of office carpet.