I heartily endorse this comic.
(via Maximumble - #480 – Dolled)
I’m going to make a controversial statement: Deanna Troi was the single most competent officer aboard the Enterprise-D.
No doubt you find this hard to believe. Isn’t Counselor Troi the one who just stood around wearing incredibly low-cut tops while making obvious statements about other people’s emotional states? Well…yes. But think about it:
What was Troi’s function aboard the ship? She was the ship’s counselor; in effect, their staff-psychiatrist. It was her job to keep everybody sane.
Now, consider some of the things that the crew of the Enterprise had to go through during the course of the series. I’m not even just talking about the usual attrition of redshirts (and Tasha Yar) which would be liable to give everyone else PTSD and survivor’s guilt in the real world. I’m talking about all of the really, really weird shit.
Take Picard: during the course of the series, he was assimilated by the Borg, forced to live fifty years of another man’s life, and tortured within an inch of his sanity.
Or Geordi: he was mutated into a glow-in-the-dark lizard man, brainwashed by Romulans and tormented by visions of his mother after she died.
Riker was driven mad by mind-probing; Beverly was trapped in a collapsing Universe where everyone she knew kept disappearing and everyone else acted as if they had never existed; hell, the entire crew at one point “de-evolved” into australopithecines: I’m very sorry, but that sort of thing is going to fuck you up.
And yet, after seven-plus years of this, the crew emerged with barely a scar on their psyches. And why was that?
Because Counselor Troi was doing her fucking job.
For me, it’s not so much, “Star Trek: The Next Generation.”
It’s more, “Star Trek: Adventures of Data the Android, with Occasional Interruption by the Annoying Commander Riker”
(Source: bohemianstar, via respect-the-hive)
(Source: swanheart, via jacksonsays)