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The wait is over! (Okay, it’s only been seven days, but it was still a wait. Kind of.) The latest installment of the Tor.com Star Trek Re-watch, by myself and Dayton Ward, is now live. See what we think of the third-season TOS episode “The Paradise Syndrome.” (You know, the one where Kirk goes and lives with the Indians? “Dances with Obelisks”? Yeah, that one.)
In a new feature, I will present here two uncensored versions of paragraphs from our column that were expurgated by the eminently tasteful folks over at Tor, with the censored bits in boldface type:
The trio seeks out the nearest group of life-forms, who appear to be Native Americans—a colony comprising traits of the Navajo, Mohican, and Delaware tribes, according to Spock’s expert eye (and online subscription to Naughty Squaws magazine).
On the planet, Kirk—excuse me, Kirok—gets cut in a knife fight with Salish, who growls, “Behold a god who bleeds!” Never mind that—behold a grown man who can’t get over a bad breakup. Someone get this jackass a mug of fire water and send him on a vision quest before he hurts himself.
Good cuts or bad cuts? I’ll leave that call to the readers. Go read the full article and decide for yourself!
So, here we are once again: it’s Thanksgiving, and time to start thinking about Christmas. Many of us put off our holiday shopping until “Black Friday,” and some of us don’t even know what to get for people yet.
Well, here’s a suggestion: if you know someone who enjoys reading books, and who likes urban fantasies, mysteries, or thrillers, give them a copy of my first original novel The Calling, which currently is listed on bookreporter.com‘s 2009 “What to Give, What to Get” guide for book-lovers!
Want to give an autographed copy? Order now from my site’s online store!
snurched from Paelologa:
Sounds more like my wife’s motto than mine.
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You’re good with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato. You really don’t like snakes.