But my time is finally near
While driving home from our last expected major vacation for the year (you'll read about it in crushing detail soon, don't worry), bunny_hugger and I got to talking about, among other things, the most ridiculous episodes of Star Trek: Voyager. It's a fine topic, since there are so many ridiculous episodes, and it only got dangerous when she started to laugh so hard I worried she might be distracted from driving. I was describing as best I could the episode ``Threshold'' when that particular peak happened.
Here I'm at a little disadvantage in describing Dumb Modern Trek Episodes, because I do have a slight tendency towards hyperbole and to seizing on a snarky but potentially apt description and in a really outrageously dumb episode that might sound like the thing that actually gets put in, eg, over in bad Next Generation stories, ``Dr Crusher's grandmother dies so they go to her funeral on Deep Space Scotland''. I don't think the planet there was actually named Deep Space Scotland, but after I introduced it as such, I realized that I was facing an uphill struggle explaining that the Sex Ghost was actually part of the episode.
It's left me thinking, though, how much I watched Next Generation and how I did catch Deep Space Nine or Voyager sometimes, after their disappointing openings convinced me it wasn't worth the effort of catching them often (weren't the first two years of Deep Space Nine, that Holocaust-Movie-One excepted, pretty much, ``space disease or quirky alien annoys the station and audience while Bajorans need Sisko to settle an argument about fishing rights''?), and yet, I still feel this affection for the shows. I'm delighted when I have some reason to watch a really good episode, but somehow I have an even better time when it's the Next Generation that spends two freaking acts on Data trying to train his cat not to jump on the desk before getting to a wheezy, badly-composed Warp Drive Is Creating Ozone Holes In Space plot that I hated when it was first on, and that's got no merit whatsoever besides an earnestness that makes the first season of Next Generation look cynical and world-weary. But it's also an incredibly bad 44 minutes of TV that you should not watch, and I should not either.
Trivia: An early cricket-derived, baseball-like game, ``wicket'', originated in Bristol, Connecticut around 1830, and was popular in the state for about half a century. Among other features it could accommodate up to thirty players on each team. Source: But Didn't We Have Fun? An Informal History Of Baseball's Pioneer Era, 1843 - 1870, Peter Morris.
Currently Reading: Astounding Days, Arthur C Clarke.