Abdullah Masood

I was your typical college guy. Fun, outgoing, social. When social media came along and everyone was on it, I continued on that path and did the same. It was fun. I posted status updates ranging from every time I had a coffee to every time I went on vacation. It gave me a great sort of validation to be the one with over fifty likes on a photo of my dog, of all things. Yet it was also the beginning of a nightmare that I barely escaped from.

Star Trek Discovery has had a shaky run through its first season. From weird sounding Klingons to mutinous Starfleet captains to a war plagued Federation, this wasn't the show your mom and dad grew up watching. But the finale did give us some closure. At last, Starfleet was going to adhere to the principles enshrined in the constitution of the Federation since seasons past. At last we were going to be explorers, not soldiers. I remember an episode of TNG where Commander Riker said to an alien that wanted to conduct wargames with the Enterprise that the aim of the Federation was not war but peace. It seemed so far away and detached from what we saw in Discovery up till the very end. But at least we got a good ending. Michael Burnham was redeemed, her past record wiped clean. Fake Philipa was removed from the captain's chair (and to be fair, that whole Terran as a captain subplot was an idiotic move in the first place). And the Discovery warped to meet it's new captain. But wait, a distress signal? From a Federation starship, no less? I have to say, when I read NCC-17, something in my heart soared. To hear that music, to see that fantastic ship once more was something that touched a nostalgic chord in the hearts of all that watched. The Enterprise was back!

As I lay, tired and weary,

The Orville is a beautiful show. It has all the makings of a wonderful sci-fi experience with enough boyish humor to keep us entertained. It doesn't take itself too seriously, it keeps us interested and arguably does a better job of staying true to the Star Trek mythos than Discovery itself.

#MyWorstDate

I've always been a fan of MJ. Ever since I was a little kid, my dad used to play the songs on the radio, his old CD/casette player, or some other place. But what truly brings a person to love Michael Jackson is not just the quality of his songs but the quality of his music videos. Steve Huey of AllMusic said he was the one that brought music video into an art form and I'm inclined to agree. Here are five of a roundup of what I consider his best works. Enjoy: