All I have to say is, how far we’ve come.
One beep “Yes”. Two beeps "No. Three beeps “Come back to my quarters, sweetie.”
Ouch. That hurt my spleen.
Yes, those are the role models to which all women aspire.
So, 11:15?
baltar’s dad
I’d aspire to be some combination of Laura Roslin, Kara Thrace, and Number Six. Plus some Baltar (for the edumakation). But that’s just me.
I’m confused. What do plastic dolls have to do with girl power? I don’t understand your dude logic.:rolleyes:
Yeah, times sure have changed since the olden days.
Quickly, I’d like to hear what casilda and Kim think so far.
I heart you right now.
Plastic dolls? Is that some kind of bach handed remark about my collection of Marie Osmond dolls hidden in my sock drawer?
Bad 'talos. Bad.
I’m aspiring to be like Baltar’s dad. Says alot
It’s interesting. I definitely find myself laughing at things (it’s so… sixties. And I was born in the eighties…), but I like it. It’s entertaining.
And it is very different from TNG and DS9, much more so than I was expecting, if that makes any sense.
ok I pressed play on part 2
I understand. You are suffering from doctorate work. Your brain must be like mush by now.
It’s good. Spock clearly has a deep loyalty for Pike and Kirk, so much so that he’s willing to lay his career and life on the line. Except for the underhanded way he’s going about this, seems to me that it’s pretty consistant with Spock’s character.
He’s very aware of the “human failings” of his friends and has planned to use them to his advantage, but this whole Talos thing has me completely bumfuzzled. He’s not a liar, but he’s hiding things, so it’s almost the same thing.
Love the stage play beginning.
This is an interesting episode of Trek TOS, but it’s really not a representative one. IMO
LOL. My brain is a little mushy, perfect fodder for the hulu aliens
I’m not saying it’s bad or that I dislike it. It’s just different. And very much not of my time.
and 'talos, it’s made me think that I’ll watch the ones I’ve missed (from the Trek Tuesdays), so all is not lost