Father Malone's Weekly Roundup - Stranger Things (Season 5), Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Welcome back midnight viewers to Father Malone's weekly round up. I am Father Malone. The goofy dog at my right is Ripley Jean. You're still mad at me? It's okay if you are.

I had to put miss Ripley Jean out of the room so I could watch a werewolf flick last night. Yeah, you missed out Joe Dante John Sales or on Bouteen. It's a classic. Talking about the Howling, I'm gonna be reviewing that with my pal Paul Waller from a year and horror? Am I plugging straight out of the gate after like three weeks of loafing?

You bet you? Speaking of Rob Boteine, I finally saw that twelve inch cloth garbed action figure of Captain Blake from The Fog. Christmas is fast approaching. In case any of you love me, how was your Thanksgiving? Was it front with the usual interpersonal weirdo dynamics?

Was it pleasant? Did you put the black olives on your fingertips as you're supposed to? I hope so mine was super low key? How low key? Me and the dog and a plate a glumky my late wife and my late stepdad Jesus, everyone was late for dinner this year.

They were both of Polish persuasion, and it seemed a fitting way to spend the holiday. Shout out to Perogi Village here in Las Vegas had the best Polish restaurant I've ever had the good fortune of attending. I've frequented Potolanka in Chicago. I gloried in Nice Polonaise in Minneapolis back when it was a real restaurant, not a fucking bar with fingerfoodsf ah, But Perogi Village the best Polish food. I will certainly sated on the day of feasting, So in that way, the holiday was a success.

Oh and I went to work too, so not much of a joyous celebratory situation. But that does not mean I'm not thankful. Actually, I am incredibly thankful, and I'd say a good seventy five percent of what I'm thankful for is actually who I'm thankful for. And that's all of you. Yes, all of you you, yes, you too.

Don't think I forgot about you. I know you need reminding. But to that end, I have a couple of folks I'm going to single out, single out. Remember that show, what a creep fest from the top on down. It's time for pen Pals Pals from a row.

Also, speaking of Polish, Hello Trish. Midnight viewers, say hi to Trish. She has become this show's first top tier patron over on the Patreon channel, and she has taken to her new status like a fucking beast, requesting not one, but three themed episodes and as such, those are in the works currently. They'll start going up on the Patreon page in the new year. I don't know if they'll filter down to the regular feed.

I suppose that's up to Trish, But those topics are Kurt Vonnegut's series Monkey House, also the anthology flick Night on Earth, which I'm definitely going to be pulling HP onto that episode as it is a clear crossover with his show Night Mister Walters. Night on Earth is a flick from nineteen ninety one. It's five stories, all taking place on New Year's Eve around the globe during different taxi rides. Maybe I'll try and get it done before New Year's Eve, that would make sense. I actually showed that movie as a projectionist.

It was one of the very first films I threaded through a projector and here's a hot take. It's the movie that made me realize that perhaps my crush on Winona Rider had blinded me to the fact that she's not that great a performer. Oh no, now, Winoda Rider will never go out with me, not that she ever would, because I don't plan the instruments. No wait, I do I play the theremin? That counts kind of Should I do something like Mark Maron hang out folks, then go to commercial and come back and make you listen to me dick around with a sci fi contraption for ten minutes.

Van Go Lives Marbles is an angry ghost cat. Lastly, Trish has requested an episode about the cinematic efforts of mister David Bowie Bowie Bowie. I've heard both, though not in connection with David Bowie. That's Bowie, but Jim Bowie Bowie, Booe Bowie Balbo Booe, Charleston Chewy. I love that, Candy bar Okay.

Next, Dallas, our longtime listener friend to the podcast. Dallas has checked in and he had some very nice things to say about this show, which, believe me, is way more welcome than you can fathom. Dallas lost a member of his family his cat of thirteen years. You had a wizened old senior citizen living with you. I can only imagine your lost Dallas.

You have my total heart winging your way. Dallas also had a question, a fucking good question, which I'm going to read here, was the gruesomeness of the transporter scene from Star Trek. The motion picture, to your knowledge, dialed back during the restoration and effects pass. I remember it being so shocking as a kid, and I just got up super close and watched it a couple of times, and it doesn't seem that bad anymore. Like I feel like I can sort of see the original gruesome effects in there, but not really.

Okay, this fired my imagination. I too remembered that sequence as particularly horrid, so I pulled out the Blu ray and I pulled out my old vhs and they're identical. No trickery, no dialing it back, just your young mind twisting itself into knots long after the film had ended. Same here. If you want to write to us, it is Fondemalone seven to one at gmail dot com.

That's in the show notes. Hit me up, I'll hit you back, and the hits just keep on coming. We could be kid. We're really starting to lose it being stuck in here, no end in sight. Maybe tonight is our break.

Fine facta we end this once and for all together. This isn't like one of your campaigns. You don't get to write the ending. Not this time. It's planning to end our world.

And he's not gonna stop until we're trained of every last ounce of suffery. Sounds, sweet. Sounds. We stay true to ourselves, stay true. To our friends, don't matter the cost, William, you are going to help me.

One last tome. That's Queen's song, who wants to Live Forever? Over that trailer, trying to do here what they did for Kate Bush. But that Queen song already had its spotlight moment in that fucking horrendous Queen biopic you remember Freddie Mercury writes it in response to his AIDS diagnosis right before the Live AID concert in nineteen eighty five, Except he was diagnosed in eighty six, and that song was written by Brian May for the film Highlander in nineteen eighty five. But if any track on that album deserves a special spotlight, it's the one from Bassis John Deacon, his song just one Year of Love is superior to Maye, a bit of Maudlin pining in every way, it is so so good.

It's a strange week here on the Roundup. Not us, We're always strange, but this week's entertainment just can't wait for you to know that there are strange things afoot. I have watched the first couple of episodes of Stranger Things season five. Here's my take on it, and here's my take on it, and on Stranger Things overall. Winona Ryder again as will Byer's mom, got the lion's share of coverage when the series premiered, and I would say, you should be looking over at the Wheeler household and the mom there, played by Carabuono, different kind of sexy and she can act.

That's it. That's my take on Stranger Things. Actually, that's my take on mad Men as well. Carabuono was on arguably the two best seasons of mad Men. I know, I keep coming back to mad Men, but fucking AMC just keeps streaming.

Man. They have a channel that used to cycle through their most popular shows, and now it's just stuck on mad Men and I can't stop watching. It's always on. I need help now. Actually, this is my take on Stranger Things this season.

Season five starts with a look at the events in the pilot for the show from a different perspective. Basically, it shows what happened to Will Byers when he was abducted that episode. The pilot was so long ago that current child actor Noah Schnapp needed a younger actor to play him. This series has had five seasons in nine years. I'll take away two for COVID complications, and it still had five seasons in seven years.

A show about children, The show starts in nineteen eighty three November, so basically nineteen eighty four, and ends in nineteen eighty seven. And the kids on the show now look old enough to be nostalgic for that bygone era of three years ago. And what exactly is taking so long? These are ten episode seasons and ultimately the series is just a Stephen King salad bar, a spoonful of Carrie, a pinch of stand by Me, and a broth simmering with low men and yellow coats, which is fine, but the anthology has gotten so labyrinthine that I was not only loathed to press the skip a recap button for fear of being irretrievably lost. But it seemed to make every conversation in the first hour of season five into a big old exposition dump.

Luckily, Maya Hawk has a radio station now, so we get a full narration for the first twenty minutes. So fucking clumsy and worse, it thoroughly conjured up images of Millennium Season three. I've spoken a little bit about Millennium. That was Chris Carter's follow up to The X Files. Frank Black, played by Lance Hendrickson, is an FBI profiler who has gifts.

In the first season, he can see through the eyes of the killer. There seemed to be a dozen shows with that premise at that exact moment, but only Millennium in the waning days of the twentieth century was connecting the dots that there might be some bigger forces at play, coordinating all of these hideous people and they're terrible acts. The second season, he began seeing full blown supernatural visions and it moved away from serial killer of the week and into a more philosophical area. Will Die on the Hill? That Season two of Millennium is one of the best television seasons of all time, easily in the top five, and a big part of that admiration came from how that season ended, which I will not spoil, but let's just say whoever inherited season three had a huge fucking job to do.

But whatever corners they'd been painted into, the possibilities, the fucking endless possibilities they were presented with, were staggering. And in the end they who shot jr ad At basically, oh, that didn't happen. Not really ask me if I finished watching The X Files after that or any Chris Carter property, since it's not as egregious and stranger things, but it is kind of the same thing. How much weight are you going to give a high school bully after you've been to another dimension? I don't know how many pep rallies I'm going to attend after my girlfriend was broken by invisible forces and is now in a coma.

This is worse than clumsy. It's lazy. It wants to continue to operate on a g whiz Goonies meets Poltergeist level. For surely, if there's a second parent here with Stephen King, it's even Spielberg, and those are the perfect examples Goonies and Poltergeist, not only thematically, but for the fact that Steven Spielberg was only the producer on those and ultimately they don't feel up to his technical skill. Maybe those long years between seasons have worked at lulling us into the same brain fog as the characters, because as they're running around doing teen shit, I kept thinking things like, there was a secret Soviet base under the mall.

You remember the mall that had a giant flesh tarantula rampaging through it a parantola, that's a shadow to Larry Fine. Hey, guys, remember when Mike's mom had the hots for Max's brother. That was hilarious. Yeah, and then he got possessed by the mind Flayer in a bid to turn our reality into a hellscape. Oh and he's dead Max's brother.

I've no doubt mentioned. I was a tour guide at the Haunted Museum here in Las Vegas. I once watched a door knob slowly creak on its own, and a door swing purposefully open. There was no one in the hallway beyond. It wasn't a vacuum situation where one room door was being closed in another portion of the house.

And that pulled this one open. I had closed the door myself, I had turned the knob and felt it catch. It was the slightest of interactions, a passing breeze of a supernatural encounter. But it was nine years ago, which is about the same amount of time they've been making this show. And I think about it a lot because it made me question some aspects of our existence that I still struggle with.

Their pal Barb was killed by a bipedal beast from an alternate reality. It was less than two years ago. Now that alone would fuck me up. Just the existence of the upside down would fuck me up. The joy of streaming this golden age of television where serialization can finally occur is a double edged sword.

Like it as not. You can now dispense with standalones and focus on plot and character and consequence. But the thing is now you have to focus on plot in character and consequence. And maybe it's unfair to blame how fucking astonishingly magnified those faults become because of the clear passage of time with our actors. Nevertheless, if the characters on a straight up sitcom like Brooklyn nine nine can evolve, so can these kids find in new ways to have a rollicking good time.

It's possible to do that and not sacrifice meaningful development. That is my take on Stranger Thinks. The one area that show has consistently excelled that, however, is as an incubator for talented redheads. Hit it hbi K because it's dang you HP and now this is the top ten signs you're at a Bad Star Trek Convention. Top ten signs Bad Star Trek Convention.

The top ten signs you're at a Bad Star Trek convention. That's right, Red alerts if you will, shields up, mister HB. Number ten, it's being held at a rest area off the interstate. Number nine. When you count the fake spot years in the room, you come up with an odd number.

Number eight. Ben and Jerry's unveil is a weird taste new flavor called Roddenberry. Number seven. Dorks with mow haircuts keep wandering in from the Three Stooges convention down the hall. Number six, so called Starship Enterprise looks a lot like an RV wrapped in tinfoil.

Number five. Lack of restrooms forces you to go where no man has gone before. Number four instead of the vulcan sign for livelong and prosper. Everybody's giving you the finger. Number three keynote speaker is William Shatner's hair piece.

Number two someone yells beam me up, Skippy, and the number one sign you're at a bad to Star Trek convention. The hookers all look like Klingons, although I don't think that's a bad one. Actually, I should note all of these Letterman gangs I do here give it up for HP, by the way, dropping in to make this a way too elaborate bit. Anyway, all the Letterman related jokes are pulled straight from the book of top ten lists that I scored for fifty cents at a thrift store. It is pretty great, and it comes with instructions on how to build an end table.

That whole list of Star Trek related material is a appropriate, as is HP's appearance too, because we are talking star Trek or Star Trek Fest over on the other show. We're at full impulse power there taken in the cinematic offerings of Starfleet. In fact, we've got Search for Spot coming out this Friday for fans of Resurrection. But those are movies, and those and as I said, those are on the other show. But because I've been neck deep in what was once a childhood obsession childhood into my teens and then after college, I had to have a break.

I kept watching Star Trek, I kept reading it, kept listening, but not with the insane fervor of my youth. Here's how fucking mental I was. I don't think even HP knows this, and he knew me then. I was a member of Starfleet. I was an ensign, but I was part of the organization.

Goddamn, this is so dorky. I was assigned to a ship. Oh my god, I was working my way up to running tactical aboard the US as farragut. Oh yeah, okay. Every conversation now seems to necessitate this, but this was pre internet.

This was mid to late eighties, and if you wanted to connect with other fans in any area, you had to be in a fan club. As dorky as it is, the organizational skills of Star Trek fans were impressive even then. Looking back now, with the ease with which you can put together an army of like minded people in minutes, it's kind of staggering, not kind of it is, and I belonged to a fan club, a Star Trek fan club that was nationwide, and every regional group had their own starship, and each hip had its own hierarchy. This particular version of Starfleet took most of its cues from the role playing games, which at the time there were basically two. There was adventure gaming in the Final Frontier, which was okay, and Star Trek, the role playing game, which everyone swore by and I also thought was kind of okay.

We used Starfleet Voyages, which was a custom game you could only really get at conventions and by word of mouth. I think it was superior to the official role playing game in every way. The official one drew way too heavily from a bunch of novels. Fuck that, keep it pure, keep it the series. Thank god.

That was such a long time ago. I was so addicted to it, right except I just caught myself in the mirror and I'm wearing a Star Trek shirt right now, And I found myself looking up prices for admiralty uniforms the other day. That's really bad. I'm spending too much time thinking about Orion's slave girls. I mean more than usual, but I'm glad because it made me watch Strange New Worlds, a show I've been avoiding for the first time in my life.

I think i'd felt burned out enough by Star Trek. Then I wasn't even sampling the wares. I've now seen every series. I was gonna say I've seen most of each one, but I looked it up and I've actually seen every bit of episodic Star Trek up until a point. I didn't draw a line in the sand with Strange New Worlds.

It was just another body on the Okay, you've ground me down fucking far enough, then I'll take my battered old Gorn action figure and go home pile. But so far, I've watched Star Trek, Star Trek, the animated series Next Gen DS nine, Voyager and Enterprise, which was surprisingly good given that fucking song, and it was crewed by a bunch of indistinguishable white dudes. That was in two thousand and four. We wouldn't get another series of Star Trek until twenty seventeen, and that was Discovery, and Discovery broke my heart because I loved that first season. I thought it was innovative and fun.

I particularly liked the lead character Michael Burnham and her backstory as a human raised on Vulcan, raised by Sarah in the shadow of her accomplished adopted older brother Spock. And here's the blessing and cursive. Discovery Season two gave us Captain Pike and Spock and Number One and the Enterprise, and it derailed everything Discovery had going for it. All the original series stuff were just echoes or melodies really that Discovery was improvising around and doing it very well. You could feel the tie to the original series without it intruding.

And then hey, gang, here's all your favorites. And as right as they were at getting those characters, much has been made of Ethan packas Spock, and it's well deserved. I thoroughly enjoy both the characterization and his portrayal of the character. He has the benefit of being younger than the one we're used to and given to his human side more often, and thus maybe a little more nuanced in the spot we've been getting since nineteen seventy. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Discovery ended up kind of sucking, honestly, And I know Picard has its defenders, but that was not for me. Those characters had a satisfying conclusion. I'm not averse to revisiting them, but not this way. I hear it improved after the first season, but that season seemed so downright opposite of everything I love about Star Trek, dour and mean spirited, and I'm no fucking choir boy, although I was. I have not one motherfucking problem with profanity, except with Trek.

They used it as a shorthand for character, and it's just as lazy as everything else with the Kiva Goldsman's name on it. If Gene Roddenberg was the great bird of the galaxy, Goldman is the great mediocrity, aided and abedded by fellow medium talent Alex Kurtzman. I'll have way more to say about both of them in the Star Trek fest to come, so I'll spare the redundancy, but I'll just say it's a miracle that's strange New Worlds bears their name, or maybe it's just the exception that proves the rule, or maybe they finally did one good thing and hire Henry Alonso Myers to run the show. I'm going to assume he's the secret ingredient, because after percard I wasn't coming back. I watched this show as a fluke just because of Star Trek Fest, and holy fuck, I am so glad I did.

I'm obsessed. This is strange new worlds. Hi, sorry to interrupt. This is your captain, our Russia. To chart the stars, push the boundaries of what is known.

And what is possible. I'm standing on the surface of a commet. I love this job, these people, this crew. I believe we can do anything. We want to seek out new life, go where the aliens are.

Your presence is blasphemy. Let's talk about this, find some comfort. I think that went well. Perhaps we should kiss. That seems logical.

Maybe we don't touch anything else, just a suggestion. The whole future hangs in the balance. No one can know the future. One can only follow one's instincts. You the best of Starflas, our ability to work together, that's our greatest tracks.

Let's show him what you got. I get it. I get anson Mount finally put him in a star Fleet uniform with a silver pompador, and even I want to fuck him. Christopher Pike is the most boring character in Star Trek history, and now I fucking love him. And he's just one legacy character that they've managed to enliven or reinvigorate.

I've already mentioned Gregory Peck's grandson fucking killing it as our beloved Vulcan human mashup. But the audience proxy here is Ensign Nyota Uhura and her training aboard the star Fleet flagship Enterprise, and that character is finally getting her fucking nuanced do. But the fucking revelation here is Nurse Christine Chapel. Jesus fucking Christ, whoever did this? Bravo.

On the original series, Nurse Chapel was a fucking dummy. She joined Starfleet to find a husband. I mean, she technically followed her fiance into enlistment, But what's the fucking difference. Not so here, baby, This Chapel is a Klingon war veteran doing fucking triage on the front lines and having to defend yourself against Klingon warriors alongside the Enterprises. Doctor em Benga.

Chapel is my new hero, y'all. As far as how they're invigorating old favorites, I expect at least her own comic book series. I'm not gonna mention all the actors on the show. Other than to say they are uniformly great, although I might single out a few, I do want to say that this cast is so well put together. It features actors I do not like, but I don't like them in that not rational way.

It's just somebody turns you off, and yet on this series I do not like them, and yet they are so fucking appropriate for their characters that I'm on board. Should I just say Rebecca remains stamos it's her, but she's great here, like Sharon Stone was in Casino, suddenly unassailable, and I like her character. She's one of a new wrinkle being woven into Star Trek about the Illyrians, a group that constantly genetically alters themselves to survive in new environments. They had an episode of Enterprise dedicated to them, and were created back in eighty eight by DC Fontana, who was one of the original writers. Oh my god, I have too much Star Trek information.

Illyrians are outlawed by Starfleet, so automatically Number one is an interesting character. And that's the thing down to the last background player. The characters here are great. The security chief is a descendant of Khan Nonian Singh. Their engineer is an aged blind and Dorian, I know he's technically an anar.

Don't come from me, Nerds, you cannot best me. Doctor am Benga has his dead Dondor's pattern locked in a transporter loop. In fact, the Enterprise hasn't updated its transporters for that very reason. And because it's the Enterprise, you have an officer named Kirk. Sam Kirk, that's James Kirk's less ambitious older brother.

He's the Enterprise's zenoanthropologist, and he's got that mustache that Shatner wore when he played Sam back in Operation Annihilate. I said not to come for me, and Sam Kirk is a dufus and I love him, but not as much as I love James Tiberius Kirk. We get a couple of parallel universe appearances of him before it settles in the second season, and we get original series canonized Kirk. He's played by Paul Wellesley, and this motherfucker has reinvigorated my adoration for that character. There isn't a whiff of imitation here, No Shantner at all, no Chris Pine for that matter, who had a fine interpretation of his own for those movies.

Those wildly misguided movies made by a bunch of Star Wars fans. This is James T. Kirk Man. I fucking love this portrayal. I love what they're doing with the character.

I love his interactions with Pike and Uhura, but mostly I love his interactions with Sam. We've never had family man, Jim Kirk Jimmy, as Sam calls him, and every time they're together it's either fascinating or hilarious. Seriously, give him the enterprise. Let's go, because it's not just the characters they're getting right. They're getting Star Trek right in a way it hasn't felt since Next Generation third season Next Generation.

Not that the first two seasons were bad, but anyway, this series does in ten episodes everything the other series were doing in over twice that fantastic, thoughtful, standalone episodes of science fiction with characters we've come to know and love, And on top of that, we get true serialization and forward momentum and overall goals for our characters. In some cases, those plots are multi season arcs, the main and most tragic being of Captain Pike himself, thanks to a vision while on Discovery. This Captain Pike is well aware of his future, talking in beeps, and time after time he has to face the reality that that's what has to occur. It's really heartbreaking. The show isn't perfect, Don't get me wrong.

The shoulder pads are a problem every once in a while. It seems like a galactic designing women. But that's a quibble. Let's talk the go on. You know him, you love him, Sure you do.

Shantner tangled with the Gorn once in the California Desert. That giant lizardman is the reason I started watching Star Trek in the first place, so horrified and fascinated simultaneously by this seemingly brutish opponent, who in fact had a pretty good grasp of English. The Gorn appeared in that episode Arena. There was one briefly seen in a crowd scene in an episode of the animated series, and that was it. For thirty fucking years, no Gorn, And when we finally get another one on Enterprise, it was a cig embarrassment.

The rendering was fucking horrible. But worse, they replicated the body to a t but swapped out his head with a dinosaurs Evidently in the film Star Trek Nemesis Wharf was supposed to have a buddy who was a Gorn. What the fuck? Why wasn't that filmed? Oh right, because Brent Spiner needed another musical number, another runtime swallowing musical number by command of data Gorn.

Who needs that? Me? I'm the one who needs the They are hands down my favorite thing about Star Trek. I used to work with this girl who had an enormous Gorn tattoo. Sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen.

Man. Has anyone done a sexy Gorn cosplay? I will at least have you on the show. If you have, I'll probably marry you. Though Strange New Worlds in its infinite wisdom, has chosen as its overall villains, not the Romulans or the Klingons Ortholians, though they all make appearances, this series does not skimp on Aliens for its main villain.

However, it has chosen the Gorn hegemony. I did not know this when I began watching. And here's where I have to swallow some crow, because if you make any deviation from that original design, mine mind reels in abject horror. But at the same time, I recall young Ensign Wallace of the uss Farragut arguing with an older tricker to get over it. The way the Klingons look now was way cooler.

So what they've given us here, a fully cgi character in some scene somewhere between a lizard and a xenomorph, is a Gorn that I have to accept. It isn't terrible. It's actually executed pretty fucking spectacularly. And they've added some wrinkles to our Gorn friend's behavior, like using humans to host Gorn hatchlings that eventually eat their way out of you. The xenomorph comparison extends way more beyond the physical, and I'm cool with all of it so far.

It's just that they seem to have them behaving almost exclusively like xenomorphs as well, and that's really got to change. Because the Gorn pilot's spaceships, they conquer worlds. They're not dumb animals. So I say to you, Akiva Goldsman and Alex Kurtzman and Areli Henry Alonzo Meyers. I grew weary of the chase.

Wait for me. I shall be merciful and quick. Oh all right, one last thing, and this will be my last mention of madmen there's a scene halfway through the final season with three lead characters who've been pinballing off of each other for nearly a decade are brought together and sit down for a meal. It's for a client. They're working up a campaign for a burger chain, but that doesn't matter.

It's a simple shot slowly zooming out from a table where they're enjoying each other's company over a meal. It's really a culmination of these characters' lives, the final realization that they've been family all along, and it's probably the last time it's ever going to happen, and it's pretty fucking glorious. Halfway through the second season of Strange New Worlds, with a jazz combo playing and the libations flowing, Nayota Uhura introduces Smock to James T. Kirk and they sit around a table and it feels just as powerful as Mad Men did, but so much more hopeful. Not just an inevitability, but a promise, an optimistic promise, And that's what Star Trek is all about, and I think we need that more than ever.

That's it, Nerds. Check out Midnight Viewing Friday for more Star Trek. That's Star Trek's for Spock. The week after is the start of a whole new horror anthology podcast season. We are tackling Hammer House of Horrors, the British horror show from nineteen eighty I'll put a link in the show notes to that series if you want to get a jump on things, it is well worth your time.

As it turns out, so far we are loving Hammer House of Horrors, and I think you will too. The projection booths Mike White will be joining me to discuss all things Hammer for this next season, so tune in then too. As for me and Ripley, we're gonna go relax and watch Strange New Worlds again. Gonna do this obsessive thing right. Have a great week.

Thank you everyone. I said it at the beginning. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for all of you. Here is some really helpful advice from Lieutenant James T.

Kirk. Look, I could tell you some comforting fairy tale, but. We both know the truth. Our job puts us up against death more than is fair, and we might not like it, but we do have to face it. And right now death is winning.

The claim your family, They claim your friend. It convince you to forget them because it's less painful than holding onto their memories. Now, you can let death win, or you can fight back. H