The crew (including Spock) has been infected (via sweat) with emotions. Whatever emotions they were hiding — controlling — have come bubbling up to the surface and oh my goodness. Sulu is running around the ship shirtless, swinging a rapier, and quoting The Three Musketeers. Kirk goes… Read More »The Naked Time: Don’t Cry Out Loud
The Poet’s Log
Correct me if I’m wrong: Vulcans are a peaceful and noble race; Vulcans are super-respectful of all life and knowledge; and, a Vulcan would never suggest killing/murder/extermination except as a last resort when absolutely necessitated by the Greater Good. I’m… Read More »Where No Man Has Gone Before: If Mr. Spock Asks You to Kill a God, You Say Yes!
Holy Christmas. A mysterious creature sustains itself by sucking the salt out of people AND it requires love to survive by allowing it a sort of psychic camouflage? O! The tragic-fairy-tale-beauty of it all! There are a number of tales… Read More »The Man Trap: Dear As Salt