Diminutive Friend is my best friend, and will likely always be my best friend. She’s just the best. In case anyone needed proof, here it is:
I used to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation with my dad all the time growing up, especially if mom was out of town on business. He would make chicken adobo (his ‘signature dish’), and we would sit down on the floor of the TV room and watch TNG until homework or bedtime. It was the best.
Last month, I discovered a Twitter feed called TNG_S8 that tweets the plot summaries of the fictitiously “unaired” season 8 episodes of TNG. HILARIOUS.
This show is so awesome. They worked so hard to stay close to scientific fact, even when discussing stuff like black holes and warp speeds. It’s pretty impressive. I just love it. I can’t believe a show about space exploration and scientific discovery lasted a whole seven seasons in prime time. It warms the cockles of my heart.
I spent a good chunk of the winter break while I was sick lying on the couch watching the entire series on Netflix; time well spent.