The Horrors and the Delights

There's this woman who was doing everything imaginable to save her species, her planet. Your friend worked for her, trusted her, cared about her. You love your friend, and he's the first sentient being you have met in decades, half a century. He's the reason your world is saved and you can go back home. He's the reason you're alive and gave you hope. His mission was supposed to end in death, by design, but you saved him. He uses that gift to save you instead. Save your planet. There's a woman who did awful things for the sake of the world knowing she would pay the price. She (thought she) killed your friend. But he's not dead! But she couldn't know. The woman sent you a saviour, a gift from the sky beyond your perception. She betrayed your friend. She's the reason you can go home. She hurt him and made him scared scared scared. She saved her world, gave you your best friend. She took his memories (eridiana don't forget. Can't. Amnesia must be a horror story) and autonomy. She is the reason no other crew will die, because now you know the dangers of space.

When they first meet, Rocky is just as worried about whether the alien will be hostile, and is so relieved by their first interactions being so positive that he names the alien the first thing he has discovered about him: “Kindness”. (It isn’t until Grace is explaining the possible interpretations of his name much later that they realize the coincidence. It feels strangely fated.)

"Can't believe that thing's still around. I was hosting a morning show in Athens that covered a lot of badminton—some table tennis too, but badminton, I'd been assured, was going to be "the curling of the Summer Games." (!) There was no script for that rant—just a little dead time—but it got some chuckles and a head shake from my producer. It was a pretty loose show—I'd already explained a team handball's size by comparing it against various members of the melon family, and when I found out that equestrian horses were listed as "equipment" I did a rant on the fact that horses needed passports to get into the country and dramatically produced one, so surely they needed an identity upgrade..

"That sort of nonsense got me a hosting gig on Torino's Olympic Ice show, which is still one of my all-time favorite scams. Don't know if it's still kicking around, but maybe my salute to Guido The Zamboni Guy is still out there from that wackadoodle show..

"Don't know how I stay employed,carillo

Mary Carillo is cool as hell. Also, someone please bring us her salute to Guido the Zamboni Guy.

Link to Deadspin article

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Married the love of my life at 50.

Got my Class A CDL at 59.

You've got time.

Just leaving a little star right here ⭐

you can claim it after ep8…