The entire internet appears to have noticed this great little supercut expose of Riker’s occasional crotch-over-the-top approach to sitting. Someone should really do a thorough video essay on his various postures and leans and such. But, yes:

Alright, Frakes, we get it.

Gates McFadden has a tumblr. On this she posts posed pictures of a 1/8 scale (give or take, but the rhyme is good) Dr. Beverly Crusher action figure grappling with post-Star Trek emotional baggage and the challenges of being a tiny action figure.

It is weird and wonderful and I don’t know, just go there.

A brilliantly crap bit of Patrick Stwewart from the delightful Terrible Drawings of British Actors blog which I have just now discovered.

There’s a nice short little reflection that Wil just posted on his blog, about looking back at TNG as an adult who remembers being a kid out of his depth at the time. You should go read it, it won’t take long.

But there’s a key bit in particular that resonates with me, both as someone writing his own take on Wesley Crusher in this odd comic and as just a thirty-something dude who spends some time looking back with complicated feelings about being a sometimes scared and arrogant and full-of-shit kid trying to figure out adult life:

I wish I could go back in time and tell that kid to relax and enjoy what was a pretty awesome job, but I know that he wouldn’t listen to me any more than he’d have listened to anyone else. He was a confused, weird, awkward nerd trying so hard to be an adult, and failing spectacularly.

Maybe it’s odd but I’m kind of enjoying giving Wes a little bit more of a chance to be a dumb joyful kid and just goof off, even if only while the holodeck’s busted.

Need some space-filling nonsense text for a layout?

Tire of Latin?

Then you need Riker Ipsum, the new Rikerism dialogue-barfer-upper from Jessica “jessicaspacekat” Allen.

It is simple and delightful. Makes me want to spend more time with Star Trek and markov chains.

(Via several folks on twitter and email. Thanks!)

I am experiencing delight!

This is a bit of giffery by how-did-I-not-know-about-this-blog-before Brother Brain, aka John McGregor. Brought to my attention via mlkshk with a hat-tip to @mathowie.

Seems to be a thing at the moment:

And this is of course a curious inversion of the normal “Riker is the father, isn’t around for the birth” pattern.

via God, apparently.

If you haven’t already run across this, you have absolutely got to take some time to read through one of my favorite jokey twitter accounts of all time, @tng_s8.

It’s a running collection of straight-faced synopses of fake Next Gen episodes (hence the name: TNG, Season 8). Some random examples:

Wes gets trapped in a bunker with an obnoxious child king. Riker wakes up on Risa with a lower back tattoo and no memory of his last 3 days.

Troi’s new alien jewelry rewrites her DNA, altering her features and personality. Geordi & Data’s staring contest is declared a stalemate.

Picard must devise a plan to free the Enterprise from a gravitational “pitcher plant” nebula. Beverly’s harmonica performance is torturous.

Just about killed me the first time I started reading it. Go give it a look and a follow.