voyager week

maybe the best gift of all is all the toms we met along the way

you never forget the first time an inappropriate blog follows you, especially not when the entire bridge crew is there to witness it

By the third week of October 1772, seventeen-year-old Alexander Hamilton had survived a fire at sea and landed safely in Boston. He had been lowered over the side of the sailing ship with a bucket to pass up water to help extinguish the blaze. Landing at Long Wharf, shaken after a dangerous, three-week ocean voyage–only a few weeks before he arrived, a ship on the same run had been boarded and robbed by a French privateer–he hoisted his trunk crammed with books to his shoulder and stepped down the gangway, eager to explore the crowded, hilly New England port town…Everything was fresh to him. October days along Back Bay were cold and blustery; he had never seen autumn leaves [before].
—  Willard Sterne Randall, Alexander Hamilton: A Life 
Voyager Week

Welcome to Voyager Week at the Valkyrie Directive!

I know that for me personally Voyager is a series I have a complicated view on. It was the first series I remember watching as a kid, we’d rent episodes from the video store during my school holidays, so it was very nostalgic watching it properly on DVD years later as a teenager.

I always adored Voyager because the crew felt like a family more than any other show, and because its four main female characters all kicked butt in their own unique way.

That said, I’m not blind to Voyager’s faults, number one of which was its inconsistent writing, and the fact that in later seasons some of its main characters were reduced to little more than cardboard cut-outs. Oh, and putting the most interesting character in terms of storytelling potential in a catsuit, but you’re going to hear all about that later in the week.

All in all, I think there’s a lot to celebrate about the series, but in my opinion there’s plenty that could have been improved as well, so it should provide a lot of rich topics for us to discuss.