Recently, at the recommendation (or rather a shared-affinity for pebble ice amongst the hosts, having now heard both episodes where the shows intersect) of another fine podcast in the Maximum Fun network, I found myself tuning on to a show called The Greatest Generation—a review, critique of the series Star Trek: The Next Generation that’s smart and paralysingly funny. I think one could pick up at any point and work one’s way back and acquaint oneself with the running gags and regular segments but a good episode to begin with would be You Don’t Name the Cow on the episode I-Borg (series five, episode twenty-three).
Tuesday, 11 April 2017
drunk shimoda
Recently, at the recommendation (or rather a shared-affinity for pebble ice amongst the hosts, having now heard both episodes where the shows intersect) of another fine podcast in the Maximum Fun network, I found myself tuning on to a show called The Greatest Generation—a review, critique of the series Star Trek: The Next Generation that’s smart and paralysingly funny. I think one could pick up at any point and work one’s way back and acquaint oneself with the running gags and regular segments but a good episode to begin with would be You Don’t Name the Cow on the episode I-Borg (series five, episode twenty-three).