Taiwanese Takeout and Other Wisdomy Things

Hello, loyal readers! I know it's been a while. We have been settling in after moving from Taiwan back to the States. I know I'm way overdue for an article, and I've been looking forward to getting back into the writer's seat. So, without further ado, let's get started! My brother, Scott, is about to leave for his mission in Minnesota for two years. So this weekend, my brothers, his friends, and I bought tickets to see the 3D version of The Last Jedi. All of us were excited to see the film; the preview was intriguing enough for us to go and see it, but let's face it: this is Star Wars. Of course we're going to all go see it within the first week! We went in, and realized that there were two seats missing. Scott and I were whisper-arguing because we were sure we bought 6 tickets. Then, a couple minutes later, a couple on the left quietly stood up and walked out of the full theater; joy-riding, I guess. We just laughed and sat down. Second problem: we

I've been a Star Trek fan for as long as I can remember. Literally. Some of my first memories are watching Data cut into a Diana Troy cake (with mint frosting!), and other ones involving the Holodeck and me not understanding what the Holodeck was, so I ended up thinking the show had strange lapses in logic. But as a kid, I was cool with it. I thought weird bubble people floating around while everyone else took mud baths on the Enterprise was what made the show great, despite me having no clue why it was there. Later on in life, I grew to appreciate the finer points of Star Trek. The intricate plots, the powerful statements, the new additions of lore--even one or two of the silly Holodeck episodes where science ficiton goes out the window and fantasy rides in on its majestic, photonic-forcefield horse. I know the lore inside and out. I've seen every episode of Star Trek in existence at least once in my life--most of them twice or more. Kathryn Janeway serves as my childhood he