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This is seriously the oddest Trekkish find, I have seen on the internet.

I just spent the morning watching this guy's feature-length Phantom Menace review.

Waaaay better than the movie, I tell ya'. Yes, I know that's not much of an accomplishment, but it was worth the look, at least for me. It's funny and surreal.

...Then I find out he's done long mocking reviews for all of the Next Gen Trek movies as well, and I figured you guys might want to see them.

( Watch them. )

EDIT: So, I thought the grapevine for these videos began with Damon Lindelof's tweet (third one down), the executive producer of LOST and frequent collaborator w/ JJ Abrams.

Which made me exited, because although the monotone is mind-numbing, his points about Trek being about character and story first and foremost and not having to be "dark" are on point IMO. It pleased me to know that he was a fan enough to have tweeted.

*But* I did some digging and found out it was tweeted from a fake account, who is being followed by the real Damon Lindelof, which means he still might have seen it and taken some of things to heart for sequel-producing purposes!

please, have seen this and be sharing with Trek sequel makers and be taking to heart what was said

*crosses fingers*

I knew and anticipated this moment all too well. This was the moment I feared from the second I accepted my husband’s marriage proposal. This moment, this sorrow, this heart-wrenching, soul-breaking moment in time was unavoidable, a train wreck that I couldn’t stop, no matter how desperately I wanted to.

She sat in my lap, sobbing, crying, blubbering. I rubbed her back feebly as her tears poured down my shoulder. Her whole body shook with confusion and frustration. And I was rendered helpless by her tears. A better mother would know what to do, but me? Well, I simply was not.

I had convinced my adult self that they were really, truly watching out for my soul, her soul. That they wanted us to genuinely be accepted in whatever comes next. We would be condemned to hell, but these people around us were charged with trying to save our souls and save our lives.

When I was younger, I would have brushed it off quickly and dismissively. I thought it was their problem. I thought it was all about “them.” I thought that they were simple and short-sighted. I was, deep down, a good person. A decent person. But this wouldn’t be enough.

And oh, how she sobbed. Her body wracked with tears and anger. I could recognize the signs. How could people who didn’t know her think such terrible things of her? How could her grandparents, who loved her so unconditionally, sit there and listen to it? How could she not be good enough? How could, as she saw it, one simple difference mean eternal happiness or eternal damnation?

We lived a happy, joyful life. This December, we celebrated Chanukah as a family. We recounted the bravery of the Macabees, the miracle of the oil. We got dirty and grungy and messy making latkes. Soon thereafter, we put up the Christmas tree. We hung ornaments with care and threw tinsel at each other. Her father and I stood back and laughed as she tried to put reindeer antlers on the dog, Latke.

But that didn’t stop the preacher this morning. That didn’t stop him from charging the congregation to seek out the non-believer, to tell him of the joys and love and happiness of Jesus. For those who didn’t believe didn’t truly know love. They couldn’t know real happiness. For who wouldn’t want to know the joys of eternal happiness, of eternal life? Who would knowingly choose an eternity of darkness?

She looked at me, her eyes wide. Her lower lids brimmed with tears. She was swiftly adept and perceptive – a trait she inherited from her father. She looked to me for answers, and all I could do was hold her hand and kiss her forehead.

The tears started to silently fall down her cheeks. When her shoulders shook, I knew it was time. I picked her up and escorted her to the back room. I took her to the women’s restroom and sat her down with me on the toilet seat.

Her tears and crying should have torn down the building. As smart as she was, she knew. She knew and understood what the preacher had said. That she wasn’t good enough. That she wasn’t enough. That she wasn’t right.

So desperately did I want her to be older. For a second, I wanted her to abandon the childlike wonder she so perfectly possessed so I could talk to her, so I could explain to her. So I could… rationalize what appeared to be hate. I wanted to tell her that no, they truly did love her. If there was any sense of a loving whomever on the other side, it didn’t matter that she didn’t believe. That wouldn’t condemn her to an eternity of pain, suffering, torture.

And how could I, her mother, bring her into a place where on a very basic, fundamental level, she wasn’t enough? How could I expose her to this? I did so knowingly – for I had sat through these services before – and still I brought her. For all of her life, I sheltered her from pain and hurt. I cleaned off her skinned knees. I dressed her in warm coats so she wouldn’t be cold. I was charged with doing better, doing more, and still… I exposed her to this.

Soon her tears mixed with mine. Together we cried for her soul and hoped for better.

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Brought to you for Week 8, LJ Idol: http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/281845.html

THE SUNDAY SCREENING!

Here is the weekly post for the community to rewatch The Original Series of Star Trek and discuss it in the comments. This week's episode is...


The Galileo Seven

Feel free to watch the episode today, or if you have already watched it, discuss it with other community members. If you're not sure what to write, but want to comment, perhaps consider questions such as:

What was your favourite part of the episode? Why?
What was your least favourite part? Why?
Who was your favourite character in the episode? Why?
Who was your least favourite character in the episode? Why?
What issues did you find interesting? Why?
What did you find completely ridiculous/worthy of lulz? Why?

As we are following Memory Alpha's episode order, next Sunday we will be watching Court Martial.

As a reminder, all three series are available to download in this community.

One
Two
Three

Have fun! ♥

PS - Don't forget, if you were out last night and missed the Party Post, it's still going on. Let's try and max it out by the end of the weekend, yeah? :D

SNL Season 1 Star Trek spoof. John Belushi is Shatner. Chevy Chase is Nimoy. Aykroyd is Kelley. Priceless.

I really hope this hasn't been posted already. Anyway, Linkara is one of many hilarious nerds on That Guy With The Glasses.com, and he reviews bad comics.



Now, I know absolutely zip about comics, but even I can understand his disgust at this crappy comic which shamelessly rips apart the continuity we Star Trek fans are famously obsessive over.

He's just looking for an excuse to geek out. And show off his Shatner!voice, which is pretty damn good.