I'm so happy for you.

But for me... my reaction colored, perhaps, by the travesty of this waste-of-an-hour with TNG characters hogging all the airtime of the, hello, ENT finale, as Riker romped through his little fantasy world and played dress-up and magically had our people suddenly having counselor sessions with-- Chef?-- Chef?? excuse me???-- while acting completely out of character whining about seat assignments which were clearly a more important issue than the dead guy they were memorializing, who, let's face it, committed suicide because no Trip Tucker of mine would be such a friggin moron about some dopey random bumpy-foreheaded aliens of the week, after he was basically MacGyver the week before-- sorry, six years before, so I guess all his brain cells died in the interim, but maybe that was because apparently nobody on this ship ever earned a promotion even after saving the universe from the Sphere-Builders and there was a Romulan War too if I recall correctly, plus who knows the fallout from allegedly breaking up with T'Pol about five minutes after mourning together over baby Elizabeth and practically vowing to try to have a baby, together this time, which made the alleged breakup make absobleepinglutely zero sense considering the 2-season buildup and being bonded and stuff and don't get me started about that, but now that I mention it, they belonged together no matter what nonsense they were blabbering about in that shuttlecraft with T'Pol asking if Trip missed her which she would never ask anyway because she's a Vulcan but whoever slapped together this fake holodeck fantasy apparently didn't do his homework about well anybody concerned, so don't get me started about that, so to see dress-up Riker TOUCH MY T'POL was just.
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So then, you're saying you didn't like the finale?

