In an attempt to pivot the blog away from being just Star Trek stuff, I’m aiming for a minimum of one post a week on what I’ve been reading. But to ease us into the change … what I read yesterday was the Star Trek: Discovery Annual 2018.
In which matters are brought to a conclusion, and I need to find out if I can sue CBS for these whiplash injuries.
In which there are many women, and everyone is making bad decisions for what they hope are the right reasons. Also known as MY JAM.
I am broken. You’re all just lucky I regained the ability to form words, or else … well:
Okay, first of all, hands up everyone who’s relieved this didn’t turn out to be a prequel to “Wolf in the Fold”, the TOS episode where Scotty is possessed by a non-corporeal serial killer and brutally murders a bunch of women? This was a lighthearted romp by comparison.
We kick off 2018 with some things which made me laugh out loud, some things which gave me so much secondhand embarrassment I attempted to become one with the Force, and some things which … well. “Ill-considered” might be the nicest way to put it.
All this, and Jason Isaacs in leather. Happy new year.