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“Don’t confuse style with intent.”
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Blogging the Next Generation: “The Emissary”
“Looks like it’s just us, handsome.” I mentioned the Next Generation poker game’s influence on my life in my post about “The Measure of a Man,” but if there’s a single scene that probably taught me more about how to…
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Blogging the Next Generation: “Manhunt”
“Last time I saw something like that it was being served on a plate.” I’m stupidly fond of this episode even though I realize that it’s not very good; Lwaxana Troi going on a post-menopausal sex jag across the Enterprise…
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Blogging the Next Generation: “Up the Long Ladder”
“Antidote. If we’re going to share, let’s share. Now quote me a little of that poetry.” A weird smashup of what seems like three different episodes, “Up the Long Ladder” is charming in parts but can’t escape the vague stupidity…
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Blogging the Next Generation: “Samaritan Snare”
“I’m just not overly thrilled at the prospect of my innards being made the subject of Starfleet gossip.” “Samaritan Snare” is one of those rare instances of a premise so oddball it actually works, or at least, is really memorable:…
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The stars in your eyes
Auckland – The fellowship is broken. Dave has taken Chris II overland to Auckland, while Demetre and I have chosen to attack it from the sea, which worked so well for us in Wellington. The ferry runs from Coromandel to…
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Cathedral cove
Coromandel – As we moved through the North Island we found a more and more commercialized, tourist-ized New Zealand; I must admit that this did not leave me in any great hope for the remainder of our last week here,…
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Blogging the Next Generation: “Q Who”
“The hall is rented, the orchestra engaged. It’s now time to see if you can dance.” What is there left to say about “Q Who,” that hasn’t already been said? It’s a great fuckin’ episode. It deserves its place in…
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Running with blood on our knees
Rotorua – We’re clattering down towards the end of the road, and every cell in my body can feel it; that juuuuuust-pre-exhaustion of a well timed marathon. We’re ticking the last of the boxes in the North Island, but nowadays…
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In a hole in the ground
Napier – We have found ourselves in a bizarre town (to be fair, on a Sunday afternoon) which seems to shut down completely a couple of hours before sunset. Napier is all decorated in an Art Deco style which only…
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