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Climbed into bed with dad, who was watching (in the way that he was unconscious and it was on) that episode of DS9 that's a James Bond parody, complete with Dr. Noah. Now, I love me the Bond, and I heart me the DS9. But if this episode was like any particular Bond film, it would sadly be Moonraker. I hate holosuite Star Trek episodes with the firm exception of the ST:TNG Sherlock Holmes eps w/ Holmes!Data and Watson!Geordi. Those rock. Seriously.
Plus, this is heavy on the Bashir/Garrak, and that slash always just bugged me because I didn’t care.
The VHS tape is from the year Independence Day came out, and I blearily watch old commercials, fully feeling a freaky time-warp effect. New! Domino's Roma Crust Pizza. This is back when sun-dried tomatoes were the culinary it-girl and Rockabilly was charming.
Plus, this is followed by (as it used to be) the new Voyager. DS9 and Voyager ran simultaneously for a little bit, and as the first episode of Voyager ran after the last episode of ST:TNG (I should know, I begged special permission to watch the finale, but it was so late I fell asleep midway and was so distraught at having missed it I cried- give me a break, I was little and in love with Q/John Delancey. Fuck it, still in love w/ Q/John Delancey.) this represents a Golden Age of ST. Verily, it is as when the Titans reigned, for yea TWO new eps weekly.
But oh, what was The New Voyager that week? Sad-Ass!Q attempting to impregnate the blushing Kathy. I fucking despise Voyager!Q. So unmotivated. So falteringly bad-camp, like a drag queen with her roots showing, so... straight. So horribly, horribly straight. Have a baby with me, Janeway! Where's Piccard? Oh, I don't know, somewhere else, blissfully unaware I'm playing him, and to the disruption of my fabulous plot arc, no less. Not even this ep's Gone With The Wind parody can heal it.
...gonna go finish watching it anyway. Commercial break should be done now.
...Honk if you love ST:TNG Q.
Plus, this is heavy on the Bashir/Garrak, and that slash always just bugged me because I didn’t care.
The VHS tape is from the year Independence Day came out, and I blearily watch old commercials, fully feeling a freaky time-warp effect. New! Domino's Roma Crust Pizza. This is back when sun-dried tomatoes were the culinary it-girl and Rockabilly was charming.
Plus, this is followed by (as it used to be) the new Voyager. DS9 and Voyager ran simultaneously for a little bit, and as the first episode of Voyager ran after the last episode of ST:TNG (I should know, I begged special permission to watch the finale, but it was so late I fell asleep midway and was so distraught at having missed it I cried- give me a break, I was little and in love with Q/John Delancey. Fuck it, still in love w/ Q/John Delancey.) this represents a Golden Age of ST. Verily, it is as when the Titans reigned, for yea TWO new eps weekly.
But oh, what was The New Voyager that week? Sad-Ass!Q attempting to impregnate the blushing Kathy. I fucking despise Voyager!Q. So unmotivated. So falteringly bad-camp, like a drag queen with her roots showing, so... straight. So horribly, horribly straight. Have a baby with me, Janeway! Where's Piccard? Oh, I don't know, somewhere else, blissfully unaware I'm playing him, and to the disruption of my fabulous plot arc, no less. Not even this ep's Gone With The Wind parody can heal it.
...gonna go finish watching it anyway. Commercial break should be done now.
...Honk if you love ST:TNG Q.
