So if you don’t follow my tweets, you might not know that I was on a journey to watch all seven seasons of Star Trek: Voyager this past semester. I finished up
a little over a week ago several weeks ago, though. It was bittersweet.
In all reality, I’m not a Trekkie… but I did enjoy Voyager! See, Voyager has a special place in my heart. My parents used to watch it when I was young (1995-2001… man I’m on a ’90s/Millennial kick), so rewatching it (slash probably watching many episodes for the first time) was a quaint little trip down memory lane for me.
I loved watching Harry & Tom’s bromance in holodeck adventures. I got to see Seven of Nine’s** transformation from Borg to human again. I laughed along with the Doctor’s sarcastic heckling. I admired Janeway’s command of the ship and her awesome elegant long hair in the first few seasons. I liked sassy young Kes. I smiled with Neelix’s care for Naomi Wildman (Naomi Wildman, state your purpose!).
And I had all these grand plans to write some posts over the course of the last semester about how Captain Janeway is a prime example of good leadership, and how Harry Kim deserves a promotion from ensign, among other deeply profound reflections on this TV show… but now that I’ve finished and moved on to Felicity, it seems silly. (It was always silly… I realize this. But just go with me on this.)
Anyway. It’s a great show. And you can watch it on Netflix. Do it.
Live long and prosper.