I mostly dislike professional porn except on the odd occasion. In amateur porn, my biggest gripe is people who clearly did not check the angle or distance of the camera before recording, so 90% of the video is the dude's thigh moving back and forth.
Even the under-the-balls angle is better. At least I like the balls sometimes.
Monster of the week episodes don't have to be filler. An episode that tells an interesting side story without advancing an overall plot can still have value and enrich the characters and setting.
Or they could just give me an anthology series like they teased with Short Treks.
A near-complete lack of rhythm and profound tone deafness. I can't keep a beat to save my life, and my singing sounds like the wails of the damned. But like damned chimps or something.
Anyway, all music is sorcery as far as I'm concerned.
My cousin Ensign Walter jerked off in public once. True story. He was on a shuttle to Terra Luna when all of a sudden the impulse engines went. The shuttle started spinning around, going out of control, so he decides it's all over and whips it out and starts beating it right there. So all the other ensigns take a cue from him and they start whipping it out and beating like mad. So all the ensigns are beating off, plummeting to their certain doom, when all of a sudden, snap! The impulse engines kick back in. The shuttle rights itself and it lands safely, and everyone puts their pieces or whatever, you know, away and deboards. No one mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.
What's this subliminal antivax meme shit going on in the skeleton image?