Thursday, April 30, 2026

Dave-El's Spinner Rack: Batman

Last Friday on the occasion of my birthday, I went to an antique store to purchase World War II memorabilia.

Well, I'm 63 years old and that's what I'm supposed to do.

Screw what I'm supposed to do.

I ventured forth to the best comic book store in the world (Acme Comics of Greensboro NC) and bought myself some comic books.

Let's take a look at a couple of them today.  



Batman#7  finds Matt Fraction and Jorge Jiménez kicking off a new story arc and still producing an amazing series.

Matt brings us the Joker.

Which should not be that big of a deal. Talk about overused and overexposed.  Anyone who writes the Bat has to take on the Clown Prince of Crime sooner or later.

Except the Joker is in a very unique position at the moment.

The Joker is floating in a vat of liquid, hooked up to tubes and wires, the latest subject of Dr. Zeller's experiments


We really want to like Dr. Zeller, especially after she and Bruce did (and did not) go on a date a few months back.  

But her efforts to cure Gotham's criminal class of their psychotic homicidal tendencies while laudable seem too close to eugenics, too lobotomizing these individuals.

Given how much hellish torment Gotham City has endured from these crazed killers, is Dr. Zeller simply doing what needs to be done to save the city from these criminals, to even save them from themselves? Is she a benevolent soul taking extreme measures to achieve her goals? Or does she have a darker intent we've yet to see?

Even though the Joker is floating in a vat of liquid, hooked up to tubes and wires, contained by a crap ton of security protocols, he has somehow gotten a message out: he wants to talk to Batman.  

Dr. Zeller reluctantly concedes to letting Batman into her lab under very exacting conditions.

Including Batman needing to take his boots off.

We get see Bat-tootsies! 😕

And so Batman and the Joker have a conversation. 

Or perhaps more to the point, a psychological battle.

Batman is suspicious of this uncharacteristically docile Joker an challenges him: "Is that the gag, Joker? You can't remember all the horrible things you've done anymore?"

The Joker calmly replies, "On the contrary, Batman.  I remember. I remember everything."

This exchange leads into an astonishing display, a 4 page fold out, a bold surreal display of the Joker's demented history by Jorge Jimenez with a vibrant palate by colorist Tomeu Morey.

Jimenez and Morey have been consistently amazing bringing Matt Fraction's stories to life.

SIDE BAR: a complaint.  The Joker's dialogue is presented in light green lettering in black boxes. It is near impossible to read in normal light. I had to shine a flashlight on those boxes to discern what Joker was saying.  

I've complained before about the overly clever use of color to convey text in a comic book to evoke some kind of mood or tone.  As much as enjoyed this issue of Batman, it kind of diminshed my good feeling about the issue to endure eye strain to freakin' read part of it. 

OK, back to the story. 

Joker claims he thinks of Batman as a friend and discerns that Batman is lonely.   

Batman thinks Joker is full of shit but does seem a little bit rattled that the Joker is trying is trying to peer into his soul.

The Joker warns Batman that someone is coming to kill him.

Batman dismissed this as an empty threat. He's Batman. Big deal. Someone is always coming to kill him.

Then the Joker delivers a more pointed warning.  


"Bruce"?  

(Holy podiatry, Batman! Look at those feet!)  

Now the idea that the Joker knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne is not the big revelation that you might think.  Previous writers like Scott Snyder, Joshua Williamson and Chip Zdarsky have played kind of fast and loose with the idea that the Joker knows way too much about Batman NOT to know who he is under that mask.

But Matt Fraction is the first writer to make that knowledge explicit, not just for the readers but for Batman as well.   

Whatever this revelation means for Batman will have to wait.

Batman#8 takes on different problems.


Dealing with the problem that Vandal Savage is Gotham's police commissioner, Batman seeks counsel from a long time Gotham resident, Alan Scott.

AKA Green Lantern.  

Specifically the Golden Age Green Lantern.  Back in the 1940's, the immortal Vandal Savage was a recurring threat for Green Lantern and his fellow members of the Justice Society.  

Yeah, it's another issue with another conversation but Matt writes these so well.  

Also engaged in dialogue is Vandal Savage with the new mayor of Gotham City, Pamela Isley.

Otherwise known as Poison Ivey.

Issue #8 is the first issue in this run not drawn by Jorge Jiminez but artist Ryan Sook steps up to provide a pretty good looking issue, even if most of it is Batman and Alan Scott drinking coffee in a diner.  


Next week from the Spinner Rack: What's up with the Justice League in a post King Omega world? 


Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Invasion of the Fortress of Ineptitude

 Last Friday was my birthday.

I had the day off from work and had a fairly pleasant day.

I watched a random movie on TCM which is always a nice way to pass some time.

I went to Acme Comics to buy some comic books which I read most of them that afternoon.

Nothing says that a man is 63 years old than going to the comic book store and whiling away the afternoon reading comic books.

Andrea took me out to dinner for steak at Logan's where my waitress and the staff clapped and cheered for my 63 years of not dying. Normally I find such displays to be awkward and uncomfortable but I was determined I was not going to be a stick in the mud about. I clapped along with them and cheered as well.  

Andrea and I shared a free slice of cheesecake with strawberries that was quite delicious. 

Then it was time to go back home to the Fortress of Ineptitude for my favorite activity: watching TV.  

Which is what we were doing when around 10:30 PM, I heard footsteps, a noise at the front door and the door handle rattled.

I found this quite alarming. 

I've had nightmares about home invasions that played out exactly as this sequence of events.

I reached for my phone.

Andrea: What are you doing?

Me: I'm calling 911! 

Andrea: What?

Me: I don't know who that is! I'm not taking any chances! I'm calling 911! 

Andrea: No! Don't do that! 

As I said, I found this quite alarming. 

Oddly enough, my wife did... not?

She's the one who panics and worries at the drop of the proverbial hat with this slightest provocation. 

There's a stranger rattling our door knob seeking entry to our home and she is the one telling me NOT to call 911?

Entry to the Fortress of Ineptitude was achieved by...

Our son Dean, friend Jan and Rosie the dog.

Dean had texted Andrea to tell her they were going to make a trip to Greensboro to surprise me on my birthday.

So Andrea kept a secret from me.

Which she is usually rather bad at.  

Well, there's nothing like the real life occurrence of my recurring nightmare of my home being invaded to get my 63 year old heart pumping.   

Once I recovered from that shock, I was very happy to welcome these visitors.  

And I was extremely happy to see what Dean had made for my present. 

You're looking at already: a new banner for I'm So Glad My Suffering Amuses You.

I'm going to miss this old guy that Dean drew for me a few years back.


But this new banner is... Wow! 

There's so much going on here.

Days since last typo: zero! 

Yeah, that sounds about right.

And there's references to Doctor Who, Star Trek, the blog's editorial board, bananas and other fiddly bits associated with this fershlugginer blog.

A veritable "this is your life" Easter Egg fest. 

And an excellent work of art, Dean and I'm proud to make it a part of this goofy online enterprise.  

Meanwhile, the blog goes on.

We've got a Spinner Rack post tomorrow with some of those new comics I read on my birthday.  

Last Saturday, we went to see Project Hail Mary and I'll have more about that on this Saturday's Movie Time post. 

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Gerry Conway

Well, dammit, the specter of death has claimed another part of my comic book reading youth.

Writer Gerry Conway has died.

A lot of the obituraries I've seen focused on his work for Marvel, creating The Punisher, Werewolf by Night, Ms. Marvel and...

His work on Spider-Man where he famously killed off Gwen Stacy.


I knew Gerry's work at DC Comics where he had long runs on Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman and very long stretch on Justice League of America.

One of Gerry's most outstanding issues of JLA was the super sized 200th issue with artist George Perez and assorted guest artists like Joe Kubert, Brian Bolland, Jim Aparo and more.


DC is releasing a facsimile edition of JLA#200 this summer.

I will be honest that Conway was not always a favorite writer. Particularly during DC's Implosion era where Conway did a lot of heavy lifting on titles as competent comic book writer person. 

Superboy & the Legion of Super Heroes comes to mind.

But even when merely being competent and not great, Conway still managed to deliver some good solid writing. 

He brought a sense of depth and maturity to DC characters who otherwise lacked nuanced characterization.  

And when Conway was truly inspired, the passion showed.

Like in his best known DC creation, Firestorm.


Mark Evanier described Gerry Conway as "
a good writer, a good guy and a good friend. "

I've never heard anyone say a negative word by the man.

He was a big part of my childhood comic book reading experience.  And he will be missed.  

Tuesday TV Touchbase: Scrubs and Malcolm In the Middle

Alas, parting is such sweet sorrow.

The remarkable run by Jamie Ding as Jeopardy champion has come to an end after 31 straight games and winning $882,605 in prize money.

I thought if anyone had a shot at challenging Ken Jennings' record, it would be Jamie.  

Jamie was fast on the buzzer and knew a LOT of stuff but he was also a gracious competitor.  We're going to miss you on the Alex Trebek stage and look forward to your return in the next Tournament of Champions.



Well, as the saying goes, "What's old is new again" and television certainly adheres to that axiom.  

Andrea and I followed the revival of Scrubs and for the most part, we were satisfied with this new serie.

J.D. is still prone to flights of fantasy even as he has moved from fledgling intern to Chief of Medicine at Sacred Heart Hospital.  

I know there was some opposition from fans to have J.D. and Elliot be divorced and I was one of them.  But I have to admit that having our "will they/won't they" couple from the original series land on the side of "won't" for the revival did open up some interesting challenges for our cast.

It's a bit ironic that for all the abuse she endured from Dr. Cox, Elliott has a propensity for sharply worded barbs directed at the new crop of interns.  It is to her credit that she recognized this trait and does take steps to mitigate this behavior.

Speaking of Dr. Cox, the season ended with the erascibly grumpy doctor being brought down low by a diagnosis of a terminal condition. And he wants J.D. to be the doctor to help him thought it.

If the new Scrubs struggled with anything, it was balancing the classic cast (J.D., Turk, Elliott and the recurring Carla and Cox) with the new gang of interns.  

As I write this, I am hard pressed to remember their names.

To Wikipedia? To Wikipedia!!

  • Dr. Samantha "Sam" Tosh, a medical intern who often uses social media to solve medical problems
  • Dr. Asher Green, an optimistic but weak-willed British medical intern.
  • Dr. Blake Lewis, a stoic, loner medical intern.
  • Dr. Amara Hadi, a surgical intern who has a romantic "thing" going on with Asher.
  • Dr. Dashana Trainor, a surgical intern who respects and admires Turk, and in whom Turk sees a younger version of himself
OK, now I remember them and I like them well enough, particularly Asher and Amara.  I expect I'll know them better in season 2 as I hope the show  handles the classic cast/new cast balance better.

Coming back for another go 'round is Malcolm In the Middle.




Malcolm in the Middle: Life's Still Unfair is a 4 episode mini-series bringing the cast back for the occasion of the 40th wedding anniversary party for Hal and Lois.

Malcolm attests to having a happy life with his daughter Leah and girlfriend Tristan. A Harvard graduate, Malcolm runs a charity food organization.  Malcolm credits his contentment to keeping the hell away from his birth family.  

His parents have NO idea he has a teenage daughter.

Leah has inherited Malcolm's intelligence, social awkwardness and his ability to break the fourth wall.  

With the 40th wedding anniversary coming up, Lois is demanding Malcolm's presence and he's running out of excuses.  When Lois and Hal show up on Malcolm's doorstep to demand he account for himself, the whole house of cards comes tumbling down.

Malcolm's secrets ran both ways.  Besides keeping his current life cut off from his birth family, Leah and Tristan had no idea this whole family even existed.   

Malcolm insists keeping this distance between these two parts of his life is necessary for this happiness and sanity but it seems that a lot of his stress is self-inflicted.  Yeah, his family's crazy but everybody's family is crazy.  

Side note: we watched episode 4 before we saw episode 3. We let a couple of weeks slide by after we watched episode 2 and we went back into the Hulu to watch the next episode, we did not realize it kicked us to episode 4 instead of 3.   

Some stuff didn't make sense. 
  1. When did Lois break her leg?
  2. How did Malcolm wind up at the anniversary party?
  3. What are Tristan's secrets she's talking about?
So we went back to episode 3 after we finished #4.
  1. Car accident at the end of episode 3.
  2. Leah and Tristan literally kidnapped Malcolm.
  3. Tristan confessed her secret past: she was once charged with attempted murder.  (What? Don't worry, it's all good.) 
Even with some stuff out of order, we very much enjoyed Malcolm in the Middle: Life's Still Unfair.  

For now, that is that for this week's Tuesday TV Touchbase.

Next week, season finales for Abbott Elementary and Happy's Place.  

Until next time, remember to be good to one another and try to keep it down in there, would ya? I'm trying to watch TV over here.   

Monday, April 27, 2026

Anyone For Tennis?

Before before we get into today's regularly scheduled post, a few words about yesterday's post about the attack on Saturday’s White House Correspondents’ Association dinner in Washington, D.C..

As I wrote in that post, "I'm worried about what will come after. I am already anticipating that Donald Trump's snivelling syncophants as well as the man himself will use this incident to fuel more anger and division."

Sadly and predictably, I have been proven right.

Long time Trump toady Rep. Jim Jordan said that it shouldn’t be “lost on anyone” that what he described as a third assassination attempt on the president happened the same week the Southern Poverty Law Center was hit with dubious fraud charges.  😟

Donald Trump seems to be criticizing the family of shooting suspect Cole Tomas Allen.... I think, if you can parse this sentence: "That family knew that he had difficulty, and his family seemed to be, I think, they spent a lot of time with his family, his family said he had big difficulty.  Maybe they should have reported him a little bit more strongly, probably, but it's a hard thing to do, I guess."  😕

Trump tried to pin an alleged anti-Christian bias to Allen's manifesto of grievances against the Trump administration. "When you read his manifesto, he hates Christians, that's one thing for sure.  It was a religious thing, it was strongly anti-Christian."  😲

OK, let's get on with today's regularly scheduled post about some Trump fuckery against women.

This should be ever so much fun.

___________________________________

Hooray for the players of the Georgia Bulldogs women's tennis team who won the NCAA Division 1 title in 2025! 

Cheers for the women who made this accomplishment possible:

  • Anastasiia Lopata
  • Mai Nirundorn
  • Aysegul Mert
  • Sarah Branicki
  • Alexandra Vecic
  • Tatum Buffington
  • Guillermina Grant
  • Haley Gaudette
  • Sofia Rojas
  • Mell Reasco
  • Hayden Mulberry

You amazing women deserve accolades for your remarkable achievement with a visit to the White House! 

C'mon out here, ladies and let's take a look at you!


Where is the Georgia Bulldogs women's tennis team?

Hold on, I think I can see them! 

Yep, there they are, in the background behind some dudes in suits.

Well, who are THOSE guys? 

Well, the one in the middle of the shot is Donald Trumop and the rest of those guys are coaches and support staff for the the Georgia Bulldogs women's tennis team.

Give it up y'all for...

  • Georgia deputy athletic director Ford Williams
  • Athletic director Josh Brooks
  • Head coach Drake Bernstein
  • Associate head coach Jarryd Chaplin
  • Assistant coach Will Reynolds

Because these MEN are the REAL heroes for winning the NCAA Division 1 title for WOMEN's tennis?

To quote Donald Trump, "No more Mister Nice Guy!"

What the FUCK is going on here? 

What kind of mysogonistic sexist BULLSHIT is this?

Has anyone ever seen a sport team photo that put coaches and support staff front and center in front of the actual team?

Can Li'l Donnie not rein in his ego mania for one single photo op in deference to his guests in the White House?

What is with this raging disrespect for this team? 

Which by the way goes beyond just the photo.

When Trump entered the room, he personally greeted and shook the hands of each of the men but only waved from a distance to the actual athletes who won the goddam title. 

Donald Trump's disdain for women made manifest in one event.

There's a reason most women's sport teams have declined invitations to the White House under Donald Trump.  

Trump's antagonism towards women is broadly evident.

In talking to the press, der Führer is frequently hostile to female journalists, insulting their intelligence, their appearance, telling them to shut up.  

And going back to sports for a moment, consider this sequence of events at this year's Winter Olympics in Milano Coertina.

The US women’s hockey team wins Gold and there's silence from Trump's White House.

The US men’s hockey team wins Gold and  der Führer himself is on the phone to congratulate them on their victory and invited them to the White House.  

And while on the call, Trump complained that he would need to invite the women's team too or he'll get in trouble.   

Trump begrudgingly extended an invite to the women's team to visit the White House and they declined the invitation. 

The US women’s hockey team cited scheduling conflicts for declining the invite which is a nice way of saying "we've got better places to be".  

They deserved better than to be in the disrespectful company of the chairman of the "he-man woman haters club".  

A disrespect experienced firsthand by the players of the Georgia Bulldogs women's tennis team. 


Sunday, April 26, 2026

"There Will Be Some Shots Fired"

Saturday night (April 25th) was the White House Correspondents Dinner.  The event, sometimes referred to as "Nerd Prom",  is a big ol' dress up affair, a gathering of journalists, politicians and celebrities to celebrate freedom of the press and have a little fun.  

In the past, typically the President makes an appearance and gets in a few quips at the expense of the very reporters who hold him to account.  

Barack Obama was particularly good at this event, poking fun at himself and the press corps while keeping things civil.  

Donald Trump has avoided it.  Like he's any good at poking fun at himself or keeping things civil. 

But this year, he decided he was gonna show up.

Press secretary Karoline Leavitt in a statement sought to pre-sell Li'l Donnie's appearance at the WHCD like it's some kind of wrestling match.   “It’ll be funny. It’ll be entertaining. There will be some shots fired tonight in the room. So everyone should tune in. It’s going to be really great.”

The phrase "there will be some shots fired tonight" was an oddly prophetic phrase.

There were shots fired.  Literally.

Dinner was being served when gunshots were fired outside the ballroom at the Washington Hilton.  Immediately Secret Service sprung into action to surround Donald Trump and rush him off stage.  In short order, Melania, JD Vance and various Cabinet members were also secured and removed from the scene. 

WHCD attendees ducking under tables
as the Secret Service sweep and secure the room.

Agents in tactical gear securing the ballroom.  

There was some consideration if the event would resume but eventually it was decided the WHCD was over.   

Trump expressed disappointment he did not get to deliver his planned speech for the event.  Having spent his entire political career attacking the press with lawsuits, investigations and juvenile insults, the expectation was Trump planned to use the WHCD to offer more of the same.   

What do we know about the would be assailant? He's a graduate of Caltech....

OMG! Sheldon Cooper?!?!

No, his name is Cole Tomas Allen of California, a guest at the Washington Hilton who charged at the ballroom's security perimeter armed with a shotgun, a handgun and knives.  

One Secret Service agent was struck in his bullet proof vest. The shooter was subdued and captured but was not shot.  

As I am posting this, nothing is known about Allen's motivations for this assault.

At the White House later, Trump spoke to reporters and commented "they say he's a lone wolf".  Which gives Li'l Donnie some wiggle room to post on Truth Social later some rant that this assassination attempt is part of some diabolical plot by the deranged radical left.

Trump did make a point of emphasizing that Allen is from California.  He knows what the MAGA faithful will infer from that little nugget.  

By the way, Trump did use the moment to pitch for the White House ballroom, that it will be a more secure venue.  (Of course he did!) 

For more about Trump's spin to turn this occurence to his self centered pitch for his ballroom, here is Brian Tyler Cohen's take on last night's events.


My wife Andrea was deeply disturbed by these events. Neither of us have any love for Li'l Donnie but we're both of the mindset that assassination is not the answer, no matter how much we might hate the bastard.  

My concerns are less over the incident itself. The Secret Service acted quickly and decisively and the assailant did not make it to the ballroom or take any shots at Trump.

I'm worried about what will come after.  

I am already anticipating that Donald Trump's snivelling syncophants as well as the man himself will use this incident to fuel more anger and division.  The threat will be exaggerated (at least one person will express that Trump literally dodged another bullet when there was no gunfire in the ballroom itself) and motives assigned to the assailant whether we know anything or not.  

Whatever damage Cole Tomas Allen of California sought to inflict Saturday night, I fear the worst will happen as Trump and his cultists circle up with wild accusations and inflammatory threats.

To quote Karoline Leavitt, "there will be some shots fired".

Star Trekking - The Next Generation - Season 3 - "The Ensigns of Command"



And we're back with Star Trekking, my regular berth for all things Star Trek.  Today we resume our look back at Star Trek: The Next Generation which brings us to season 3. 

Which is when the show finally starting living up to the unfulfilled promise of the first two seasons.

One thing that help was the constant turmoil backstage was mostly resolved.  A lot of the chaos surrounding Gene Roddenberry's tenure diminished as his time on set was curtailed by advancing age and persistent poor health. Executive Producer Rick Berman was able to exert more influence over the show's production, running a more disciplined operation.  

Gates McFadden was back as Dr. Beverly Crusher and I for one was quite the happy fan boy about that.

One change to the show was a cosmetic one but I think it helped the show reflect a more mature aesthetic.  The show's Starfleet uniforms moved from collarless costumes to more sensible and serious tunics with a collar and black pants.  The new outfits looked less like pretend dress up and something more akin to a legitimate uniform.   

I don't know if there were technical changes in lighting or how the show was recorded but TNG in season 3 just looked better, less 60's throw back chintzy and more modern, a show of it's time and not so flat and retro.  

The quality of the stories made a significant improvement and picking the one story I wanted to spotlight was a far tricker decision.  

The season 3 premiere Evolution is a personal favorite. As on my list of favorites from season 3:  

  • The Enemy  
  • The Defector  
  • The Hunted  
  • The High Ground 
  • Déjà Q  
  • Yesterday's Enterprise  
  • The Offspring  
  • Sins Of The Father  
  • Tin Man  
  • Hollow Pursuits   
  • The Most Toys 
  • Sarek

And not to mention the season finale, The Best of Both Worlds - Part 1.    

Ultimately I decided to go with The Ensigns of Command, the 2nd episode of TNG's third season.  Written by Melinda M. Snodgrass and directed by TNG mainstay Cliff Bole, the episode provides an effective spotlight for Data and an especially great scene with Capt. Picard near the end.  

The episode opens with a string quartet setting up. Hey, look! Miles O'Brien plays the cello.  The ensemble also includes a Vulcan.  

Data enters with his violin and approaches the table where Dr. Crusher and Capt.Picard are sitting. (Does this count as a date?)   

DATA: Captain. Doctor. I am honoured by your presence, but may I suggest you attend the second concert.

CRUSHER: Why, Data?

DATA: Ensign Ortiz will perform the violin part. My rendition will be less enjoyable.

PICARD: Oh?

DATA: Although I am technically proficient, according to my fellow performers, I lack soul.

(That's rich given that one of his fellow performers is a Vulcan.)

CRUSHER: Data, telling us why you're going to fail before you make the attempt is never wise.

DATA: But is not honesty always the preferred choice?

PICARD: Excessive honesty can be disastrous, particularly in a commander.

DATA: Indeed?

PICARD: Knowing your limitations is one thing. Advertising them to a crew can damage your credibility as a leader.

DATA: Because you will lose their confidence?

CRUSHER: And you may begin to believe in those limitations yourself.

Just as the concert begins, Picard is summoned to the bridge and leaves. Data casts a sideways glance at the departing Captain.  Data thinks his violin playing sucks but is it THAT bad?

On the bridge, Picard listens to a tersely delivered message from a race known as the Sheliak.   

Federation creatures, there are humans on the fifth planet of Tau Cygna. This planet was ceded to the Corporate in section one hundred and thirty-three, paragraph seventy seven of the Treaty of Armens. We will begin settlement of this world in four days. Remove the humans.

Tau Cygna Five? Well, that can't be right! Hey, Riker, explain why that can't be right.  

RIKER: Tau Cygna Five is in the de Laure Belt. Heavy concentrations of hyperonic radiation.

PICARD: Humans can't survive in that environment. Exposure to hyperonic radiation is fatal.

Hypertonic 

I mean, hyper ironic....

On more time! Hyperonic radiation also scramble sensors, fucks with transporters and some other 3rd thing.

This is some serious plot specific radiation! 

Since hyperonic radiation doesn't fuck with androids, Picard sends Data down in a shuttlecraft to see what's what. Data's still wondering how bad was his violin playing?  

PICARD: Number One, any speculation on what we might find down there?

RIKER: My guess would be a lone survey ship. Maybe a dozen or so survivors.

Data lands on the planet on what has got the be the teeny tiniest shuttle in Starfleet and finds a bit more than anyone expected.  

The residents are descendants of of the original settlers, from the colony ship Artemis. They did some SCIENCE to figure out how to survive hyperonic radiation (but not before a third of them died.) All they had were the clothes on their back, their wits and an inexplicable jar of Nutella.  

And Riker's estimate of the number of humans on the planet is a bit off.

Fifteen thousand two hundred fifty three!

OK, make that off by a LOT! 

So Data gets busy telling them why he's here.  He's surrounded by a group of colonists and their leader, Gosheven.

(It's pronounced "GO-SHUH-VIN", not "GOSH EVEN")

DATA: The Sheliak wish to colonise this planet, and are unwilling to share it with humans. If you are still here when the Sheliak colony ship arrives, they will eradicate you.

HARITATH: They'd kill all of us?

DATA: They have little regard for human life. Thus, the most sensible course is to prepare a contingency plan for the evacuation of your people.

GOSHEVEN: We're not evacuating.

DATA: Perhaps I have not made myself clear.

GOSHEVEN: Yes, you have. Let me be equally clear. There's going to be no evacuation. You've delivered your message, so go back to your ship. I have work to do.

Gosheven walks away from Data with total disregard for his presence.  This dude is a self righteous prick who would be right at home on Fox News.  

Someone throws an object at Data. He snatches it out of the air with lightning fast reflexes.  

Is Data under attack?

Nope! It's a meet cute.

A meet cute with an android? Let's see how this plays out. 

ARD'RIAN: Nice catch. Wonderful reflexes. Sorry to test you like that, but I was curious.

Oh great bird of the galaxy, it's a female woman of the opposite sex.



GOSHEVEN: Found a new toy, have we, Ardi?

ARD'RIAN: Toy? This is the most incredible android I've ever seen.

DATA: Have you seen many?

ARD'RIAN: Actually, no. You're the first.

GOSHEVEN: Only you would get this excited over a walking calculator.

ARD'RIAN: Cybernetic intelligence fascinates me. Are your neural pathways duotronic?

DATA: No, positronic.

ARD'RIAN: I didn't know that was possible! What's your memory capacity? How many operations per second? I have a million questions.

DATA: I'm afraid I have no time to answer a million questions. I have a mission to accomplish. I need to know more about your people, and Gosheven seems unwilling to talk to me further.

ARD'RIAN: I'm Ard'rian McKenzie. Perhaps I can help you.

And just like that, Data has a girlfriend.  

Even if Data does't realize it yet.  

Back on the Enterprise, LaForge and O'Brien are summoned to the ready room.  

RIKER: Gentlemen, we're giving you an assignment. One thing we don't want to hear is that it is impossible.

PICARD: I need the transporters to function despite the hyperonic radiation.

LAFORGE: Yeah, but that's im-

<takes a beat>

LAFORGE: Yes, sir.

Starship commanders always want the impossible.

And they want it yesterday.  

Back on the planet, Data is frustrated by his efforts to convince the colonists they gonna die. But his "he don't know it yet" girlfriend endeavors to bolster his confidence.  

ARD'RIAN: Data? We're having an effect. So many people are asking questions about the Sheliak that Gosheven has called a public meeting.

DATA: Is there any indication that Gosheven has changed his position?

ARD'RIAN: No. But a meeting will give you the chance to present your recommendations.

DATA: So far, my attempts at persuasion have been ineffective.

(Ard'rian kisses him full on the lips)

DATA: Why did you do that?

ARD'RIAN: You appeared to need it.

DATA: Among humans, a kiss usually serves to seal a friendship, or indicate support, attraction, affection. In this context, I must assume that your intention was to express support.

ARD'RIAN: You don't really understand human behaviour, do you?

DATA: That is something of an understatement.

ARD'RIAN: Sometimes I don't either. 

Oh, they are such a cute couple.

Data has a girlfriend! 
Data has a girlfriend! 
Data has a girlfriend! 

Meanwhile....

Picard has reached out to Starfleet and for reasons of plot, the earliest they can get some ships out to Tau Cygna Five is three weeks.

And Picard has been running up against the Sheliak who refuse to negotiate to give him more time to remove the colonists.

The Sheliak are a fastidious, pendantic bunch with zero regard for lesser life forms like humans.

We get a scene with Counselor Troi actually doing some real counseling.  

TROI: In our dealings with other non-humanoid races there has been some point of reference. Not so with the Sheliak.

PICARD: But we must have something in common. We communicate.

TROI: Barely. They have learned several Federation languages, but theirs continues to elude us.

PICARD: Telepaths?

TROI: Attempted and failed. Actually, the fact that any alien race communicates with another is quite remarkable. We are stranded on a planet. We have no language in common, but I want to teach you mine. (she hold up his cup of tea) S'smarith. What did I just say?

PICARD: Cup? Glass?

TROI: Are you sure? I may have meant liquid, clear, brown, hot. We conceptualise the universe in relatively the same way.

PICARD: Point taken.

TROI: In your talks, you must be extremely accurate. The treaty is five hundred thousand words. The length was to accommodate the Sheliak. They consider our language irrational, and demanded this level of complexity to avoid any future misunderstandings.

In the past two seasons, Troi's presence on the Enterprise seemed extraneous. If she got anything to do, it was to use her empathic Betazoid powers to tell us shit that anyone else could figure out without empathic Betazoid powers.  This scene provides a small glimpse of Troi being written intelligently.  

Back on the planet, Data and Ard'rian are making some headway with the colonists but JD Vance....sorry, Gosheven voices his objection to their efforts.  

GOSHEVEN: Still stirring up trouble?

ARD'RIAN: Since when is talk trouble?

GOSHEVEN: It's over. Don't you get it? You had your say. You lost.

DATA: I appear to be reversing that defeat.

GOSHEVEN: No, you're not. You're just stubborn. Well, let me tell you something.

(Gosheven uses an electric prod on Data. He falls over)

GOSHEVEN: So am I.

ARD'RIAN: Damn you, Gosheven.

HARITATH: You killed him?

GOSHEVEN: I've killed no one. I merely shut down a machine. That's it, everyone. It's time to go home. You'll see that I'm right.

Picard and Troi score a face-to-face meet up with Sheliak on board their ship. It's pretty dark with some speckled neon here and there, like the interior of a Spencer's Gifts.  

SHELIAK: Advance and speak.

PICARD: Director, we will comply with your request to remove the colony from Tau Cygna Five, but we need time.

SHELIAK: The given time has elapsed. We carry the membership and we will proceed with their debarkation.

TROI: The temporary presence of these humans should not interfere with your plans.

SHELIAK: Unacceptable. You must remove the creatures.

PICARD: I'm trying, but the needed ship will not be available for three weeks.

SHELIAK: Then you are in violation.

PICARD: I have admitted that. I am only asking for a little flexibility.

SHELIAK: Section five hundred and one, paragraph seven hundred and sixteen, subparagraph five. Unwanted lifeforms inhabiting H class worlds may be removed at the discretion of the Sheliak Corporate.

PICARD: We will remove them, but you must grant us the time we require.

SHELIAK: You need time, Picard of the Enterprise? We will save you time. We will eradicate the human infestation.

PICARD: They are not vermin. They are citizens of the Federation. I will not permit this outrage!

SHELIAK: Intelligent converse is impossible. You do not discuss, you gibber.

PICARD: Between intelligent species of good-

 Picard and Troi are zapped back onto the Enterprise bridge in mid sentence.  

PICARD: -will....

RIKER: I take it the Sheliak just hung up on us again.

Back at colony, Data is "awake" 

ARD'RIAN: I'm not surprised at Gosheven's behaviour. But Kentor and the others, they said they were with us. I guess words don't mean very much.

DATA: Perhaps that is a part of our difficulty. Words are all we have been using. Humans seem to take much stronger notice of actions. I require a phaser.

ARD'RIAN: What's a phaser?

DATA: A type of weapon. Unfortunately it does not function in the presence of hyperonic radiation. I will have to be innovative.

(Data removes a small circuit board from his right forearm)

DATA: Hyperonic radiation randomises phaser beams. But I believe I can improvise a servocircuit which will compensate by continuously recollimating the output.

ARD'RIAN: You're using your own neural subprocessors to build a smarter phaser.

DATA: Essentially correct. Get word to Gosheven. Tell him I am coming to the pumping station. Tell him I am going to destroy the aqueduct.

ARD'RIAN: He'll try to stop you.

DATA: I sincerely hope so.

Ooh boy! Is that bad ass or what? Data using the innards of his own arm to science the shit out of a phaser that'll work despite the plot device radiation.  

The scene switches to a court yard where Gosheven is surrounded by 4 security guards.  Data phasers the four of them. 

DATA: That was the stun setting. 

(Data raises his phaser again)

DATA:  This is not.


(Data's phaser blasts strikes the base of the aqueduct and energy shoot up the side of the mountain.)

DATA: I can reduce this pumping station to a pile of debris, but I trust my point is clear. I am one android with a single weapon. There are hundreds of Sheliak on the way and their weapons are far more powerful. They may not offer you a target. They can obliterate you from orbit. You will die never having seen the faces of your killers. The choice is yours.

KENTOR: There are other places, other challenges.

GOSHEVEN: I really was willing to stay here and die for this.

DATA: I know that. This is just a thing, and things can be replaced. Lives cannot.

Data gives the phaser a twirl before reholstering it.

Meanwhile, Picard has had it up to his bald head with the damn Sheliak busting them with their damn treaty and he's found something that just might make it work for the Enterprise crew for once.  


This scene coming up is the main reason why I chose this episode for this week's spotlight.  

PICARD: Mister Worf, get me the Sheliak.

WORF: Yes, sir. Coming through, sir.

PICARD: Pursuant to paragraph one thousand two hundred and ninety, I hereby formally request third party arbitration of our dispute.

SHELIAK [on viewscreen]: You have the right.

PICARD: Furthermore, pursuant to subsection D three, I name the Grisellas to arbitrate.

SHELIAK [on viewscreen]: Grisellas?

PICARD: Unfortunately, they are currently in their hibernation cycle, However, they will awaken in six months, at which time we can get this matter settled. Now, do you want to wait or give me my three weeks?

SHELIAK [on viewscreen]: Absurd. We carry the membership. We can brook no delay.

PICARD: Then I declare the treaty in abeyance,

SHELIAK [on viewscreen]: Wait! Negotiation is permiss-

(Picard has him cut off in mid word)

RIKER: You enjoyed that.

PICARD: You're damned right.

WORF: Captain, they are hailing us.

(one, two, three, four, make him wait outside the door. Picard inspects the ship's plaque for dust)

WORF: Sir?

(Five, six, seven, eight, does the beggar good to wait)

PICARD: On screen.

SHELIAK [on viewscreen]: You may have your three weeks, Picard of the Enterprise.

PICARD: Thank you.

This sequence has got to be in at least the top 5 coolest things Capt. Picard ever did.

(The Sheliak ship turns around. La Forge enters)

LAFORGE: Captain, we can do it. We can modify the transporters.

PICARD: Excellent.

LAFORGE: It'll take fifteen years, and a research team of a hundred.

PICARD: Mister La Forge, I believe we will postpone.

LAFORGE: Yes, sir.

Back on the planet, Ard'rian meets up with Data who is getting ready to depart in his shuttle. 

ARD'RIAN: Hi. The evacuation plan is going well. When the ship arrives, we'll be ready to leave. You succeeded.

DATA: I could not have succeeded without your support and insight. I am grateful for your assistance.

ARD'RIAN: Good. Then you won't forget me.

DATA: I am incapable of forgetting. I will remember every detail of my visit here with perfect clarity.

ARD'RIAN: But nothing more?

DATA: I do not understand.

ARD'RIAN: I guess what I really want to know is, do you have any feelings for me?

DATA: I have no feelings of any kind.

ARD'RIAN: No, of course you don't.

(Data kisses her)

ARD'RIAN: What was that for?

DATA: You appeared to need it.

ARD'RIAN: So you saw I was unhappy and did what you concluded would make me feel better. Rational to the last.

"You appeared to need it!" These two made such a cute couple.

Back on the Enterprise, Data enter's Picard's ready room where he is listening to Mozart.

PICARD: Come. Welcome home, Mister Data. Well done.

DATA: Thank you, sir.

PICARD: The good doctor was kind enough to provide me with a recording of your concert. Your performance shows feeling.

DATA: As I have recently reminded others, sir, I have no feeling.

PICARD: It's hard to believe. Your playing is quite beautiful.

DATA: Strictly speaking, sir, it is not my playing. It is a precise imitation of the techniques of Jascha Heifetz and Trenka Bronken.

PICARD: Is there nothing of Data in what I'm hearing? You see, you chose the violinists. Heifetz and Bronken have radically different styles, different techniques, yet you combined them successfully.

DATA: I suppose I have learned to be creative, sir, when necessary.

What the hell does "Ensigns of Command" even mean? The phrase is derived from the poem "The Wants of Man" by John Quincy Adams, meaning the outward signs, badges, or symbols of rank and power.  The title of the episode is not a reference to the rank of Ensign but rather to having the proper authority and proof needed to get a job done—using force, logic, or legal loopholes to demonstrate command.

The Ensigns of Command may not be among the best TNG episodes but I personally found a lot about that that was commendable.  It was certainly a great spotlight for Brent Spiner and Data's exploration of humanity. It is a compelling challenge for Data of not being about to solve problems with rationality but adapting his thinking and appeal to human emotion.  

And his interaction with Ard'rian is charming as hell.  We get two kissing scenes in the most Data-like way.

"You appeared to need it."  Yeah, that'll work.

And of course that kick ass confrontation between Picard and the Sheliak epitomizes what Star Trek is all about, the triumph of wisdom, intelligence and even wit over brute force.  With just a hint of those human foibles Roddenberry was determined to erase from the series.

RIKER: You enjoyed that.

PICARD: You're damned right.

You go, Jean-Luc!  

Next time on Star Trekking....

We move up to season four of Star Trek: The Next Generation and our spotlight falls on Data once more.





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