More fanboy than thou

I have right here in my hot little hands, which actually aren't all that little and are only slightly warm at the moment, a brand-new, lick-ready, smooth-as-love Apple MacBook Pro with Core 2 Duo Super Orgasm Deluxe Modern Computing Device Designed by God Herself.

I believe that is the actual name of the product. I might be wrong. I do not really care.

This machine, this silky hunk of aluminum and wire and divine factory-made love, was recently delivered into my hands by a squad of naked cooing angels who all happened to look exactly like Jenna Jameson or perhaps Eva Green and who also gave me a free foot massage and four hits of premium ecstasy, all at the same time.

I ain't talkin' global warming. I don't mean they've solved world hunger or cured cancer or ended racism or muzzled Ashlee Simpson. But I do mean something that, in its way, is nearly as profound: They've managed to make the world just a bit more pleasurable, tasteful, beautiful. They've added a dash of that rarest of human qualities, especially when talking about factory-made tech stuff: They have added a touch of grace.

Right after [Crusher] leaves, the science consoles fail. Before someone can say something like, "Hey, isn't it a little strange that the science station that failed was just being used by the doctor who was acting weird?" reports come in from all over the ship that their systems are also failing, so Picard calls a meeting in the observation lounge. He asks for some theories or answers, but they all seem more interested in covering their asses than actually pointing out that these electrical failures within these electrical systems may somehow be related to the mysterious cloud filled with electrical energy that the Enterprise just passed through.

Back in engineering, fashion icon Wesley Crusher saves the day. Oh, there's more to the scene, but that's all I ever heard from the damn Trekkies about this episode back then, so that's all you're going to hear from me now, suckers.