#Dr. Phillips center

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The Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts is a cultural gem in Orlando, FL, and a must-visit destination for art and entertainment lovers. This state-of-the-art venue hosts an impressive lineup of events, including Broadway shows, live concerts, ballet, opera, and comedy performances. Its world-class architecture, stunning acoustics, and diverse programming make it a beloved hub for both locals and tourists.

Multiple Performance Spaces

The center features multiple performance spaces, including the Walt Disney Theater, Steinmetz Hall, and the Alexis & Jim Pugh Theater. Whether you're enjoying a grand musical production or an intimate theater performance, the experience is unforgettable.

Community Engagement

In addition to its events, the Dr. Phillips Center offers educational programs and community outreach initiatives, making it a cornerstone of Orlando's arts scene.

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Located in the heart of downtown Orlando, the Dr. Phillips Center is surrounded by great dining and entertainment options, making it a perfect addition to your Orlando itinerary.

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[oddbunny]

At Dr Philips Center in Orlando for Jurassic Park with a live orchestra.

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss at Steinmetz Hall at Dr. Phillips Center | November 29, 2023 | 🎥 via Eric and Luke

[averagesawfan]

whoever decided to call it "les mierables" had NO taste

[michaelgabrill]

[kingoftheclaudes]

One day to vote for one of these lovely Claudes to have another shot at the King of the Claudes crown!

[chantssecrets]

MONTGOMERY, AL - 1965, MARCH 25: Dr. Civil rights and Union leaders (Left: Cleveland Robinson, (vice-president of the Negro American Labor Council), 3rd from front left: author James Baldwin, 4th from front left: march planner Bayard Rustin, 5th from left: A. Phillip Randolph (president of the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters), 6th from front left: John Lewis, (president of Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee or SNCC), Center-7th from left: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Right of microphone stand: Coretta Scott King, second from right: Juanita Abernathy, wife of Rev. Ralph Abernathy, who is behind to her right and Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth) sing 'We Shall Overcome' at the conclusion of the Selma to Montgomery civil rights march on March 25, 1965 in Montgomery, Alabama. (Photo by Stephen F. Somerstein)

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Jabberwock with eyes of flame, frabjous day, calloh, callay!

Plain text: Jabberwock with eyes of flame, frabjous day, calloh, callay!

[ ID: Traditional fanart colored digitally, of Putunia Mollar and Dr.Habit from the game Smile For Me.

Dr. Habit here is drawn as a three-headed dragon, his heads corresponding to his regular form, Puppet Habit or Lil Habby, and the Shadow form in the middle. His snouts are colored in orange. His yellow wings are feathered at the start, giving way to leathery parts. His hair is present, riding down his necks and as a big bushy bunch at the tail. All three heads wear hats as well.

The regular Habit head has a blue tongue, lighter orange eyes and is missing some jagged teeth. The Shadow Habit head has a dark red tongue, red eyes and black pointy teeth. The Puppet Habit head has a red tongue, multiple pairs of teeth, and deeper orange eyes.

Putunia is drawn as a knight, her helmet like her red fighter mask in the game. Her dark cloak is dotted with stars and clasped at center by a blue crescent. Her armor is blueish grey. Her sword has a gold hilt while her shield has a crescent insignia.

She faces off against the three headed dragon, with a grin and her dark cloak flowing behind her, her sword held up and giving off sparks, and her shield held against her for protection from the flames. The dragon stands atop his tower, the roof of Habits tower, while Putunia stands on the balcony extending from it. The dragon's heads snap and snarl at her, wings outstretched. Night has fallen and yellow stars are spattered across the sky. Bright fires spark and rage across the entire battle. End ID]

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Heyyy everyone! I'll try to regularly post again!!!

This was inspired by the scene in Sleeping Beauty

[ GIF description: From Disney's Sleeping Beauty, Prince Phillip stands cornered on a cliff edge, and throws his sword into the heart of the dragon, that the witch Maleficent has turned into. Dragonfire rages around the scene. End description]

Habit is soooo dragon coded in my heart.... eyes of flame, lives in a tower, big and strong MOTHERFUCKERRR

[cowgurrrl]

OKAY WAIT

late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉

thank you harry styles <3

I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea

UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT

She’s got a book for every situation

Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader

Summary: this ask

Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??

Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.

“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.

“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”

“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.

“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”

“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.

“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.

“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.

“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.

You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.

“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.

“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.

“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”

“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.

“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.

“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.

“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”

“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”

“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.

“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”

“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”

“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”

“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”

“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody’s publishing me.”

“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”

“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.

“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”

“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.

“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.

“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You won’t fail.”

“But what if I do?”

“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”

“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”

“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.

“One thing at a time, lover boy.”

Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.

“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.

“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.

“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.

Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.

[strange-little-spy]

Chapter Twenty-Three – The Brooklyn Apartment, 0906 hours the next morning

Warnings: officially naming this ship Baddie XD

Word count: 1276 words 

“Dear Bucky Barnes,

I really hope you’re sitting down because have I got a story.

But first, I really miss you. I want you home not because I want to see you again.

Turns out, Steve and I are no longer ‘A Thing’. Now before you jump to conclusions, it was actually pretty funny.

Hoo, theres a lot, and damn it where’s a telephone when I need one??

ANYWAY, as I was saying, I think Steve set his sights on Peggy Carter the second she showed up. Now, she’s fun and they deserve each other. I am elated. Its..oh gosh this is the hard part…”

“Darn it!!” Addie crumpled the paper again and tossed in the wastepaper basket. This was the sixth try and still no success. Maybe she would have to wait till she saw her Sarge again.

Then again… no, that would be too mean. Making him think she was still Steve’s gal would be straight up cruel. It was Bucky we’re talking about.

She sighed, stood up and stretched. It was a warm morning and so far her only orders were to report to the procedure center in twenty-four minutes. She looked in the mirror and was quite pleased she was no longer a shell of a person. Her cheeks had healed mostly and her eyes were not sunken into her skull from lack of nutrition and sleep.

Blasted HYDRA…

She took the pencil out from behind her ear, flicked it to the other room where it landed with a clatter on the desk before she started getting dressed.

The center was buzzing with activity as Addie made her way through security and down into the med area where she would meet Steve to have their blood analyzed.

“Think you got enough?” Steve half-teased as the nurse pulled yet another needle out with his blood inside as her counterpart did the same to Addie.

“Any hope of reproducing the program is locked in your genetic code. Both of you.” Peggy informed rather grimly as Steve rolled his sleeve back down. “But without Dr. Erskine, it would take years.”

“He deserved more than this…” Addie frowned as she stood up off the table.

“If it could work only once, he'd be proud it was you two.” Peggy tried to sound chipper. But the air was glum rather than electric.

Addie left the two as she wandered into the mechanic area of the center, a HYDRA submarine was in a dry dock as Stark was gutting it to try and see how it worked.

“Colonel Phillips, my committee is demanding answers.” An official, probably a city official, so graciously informed across the dock.

“Great. Why don't we start with how a German spy got a ride to my secret installation in your car?” Phillips shot back, ignoring the original question before turning to Stark. “ What have we got here?”

“Speaking modestly, I'm the best mechanical engineer in this country.” Stark began, peeking out from where he was wedged. “But I don't know  what's inside this thing or how it works. We're not even close to this

technology.”

“Then who is?”

“Hydra.”

“I'm sure you've been reading our briefings.” Phillips looked to the first speaker. Addie watched from afar, interested. She thought of Bucky’s arm—well, future arm…

“I'm on a number of committees, Colonel.”

“Hydra is the Nazi deep-science division.” Peggy informed as she and Steve appeared behind Addie, the former stepping forward and closer to Phillips. “It's led by Johann Schmidt. But he has much bigger ambitions.”

“No kidding.” Addie murmured.

“Hydra is practically a cult.” Phillips continued for Peggy, turning to the senator again. “They worship Schmidt. They think he's invincible.”

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

“I spoke to the President this morning.” Addie looked up when Phillips mentioned this. They were direct to the President?? Dang…

“As of today, the SSR is being retasked.”

“Colonel?” Steve tried, stepping past Addie.

“We’re taking the fight to HYDRA.” Phillips ignored Steve. “Pack you bags, Agent Carter. You too, Stark. We’re flying to London tonight.”

“Sir,” Steve spoke up, louder. “If you're going after Schmidt, I

want in.”

“Me too, sir.” Addie nodded.

“You two are an experiment.” Phillips deadpanned, sending Addie’s blood boiling. “You're going to Alamogordo.”

“The serum worked.” Steve objected.

“I asked for an army and all I got was you. You are not enough.”

Screw it.

“With all due respect to the Colonel, I think we may be missing the point.” Another man stepped up, sounding a little more chipper. He put on a smile and clapped Steve on the shoulder.  “I've seen you in action, Steve. More importantly, the country's seen it. Paper.”

His partner put a newspaper in his hands, the man showing Steve and Addie the front headlines. They’d made the front page, pictures and all.

“The enlistment lines have been around the block since your picture

hit the newsstands.” The man continued, sounding a little like the car salesman Adie remembered from her high school days. Whenever that was…

Colonel Phillips ignored them, turning his attention to Stark.

“You don't take you two, a pair of soldiers, symbols like that, and hide them in a lab.” The second man looked at Addie with a smile. The latter felt a chill of hesitation run up her spine.

“Son, do you want to serve your country on the most important battlefield of the war?” The first man looked at Steve who responded without missing a beat. “Sir, that's all I want.”

“Then, congratulations.” He smiled again, guiding the pair of enhanced away. “You just got promoted.”

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR COTTON PICKING MIND, NO!” Were the first words out of Addie’s mouth when she first saw Steve come out of the dressing room in his outfit. She hid her face in her hands and shook her head.

“No, no, no, no, gosh no!”

“Its not that bad, Adds.” But Steve didn’t sound very convinced either. Yes, yes it was terrible. She could have come up with something better, heck—BUCKY could have come up with something better.

“Do they even have a mirror in there?” Addie didn’t even look up, her hands muffling her voice.

“Uh, one.”

Addie laughed to keep from crying. It was worse than she could have ever imagined.

“And they want you, the best soldier they have to prance around in pantyhose on stage??”

Steve shrugged half-heartedly.

Addie sighed and chuckled again, approaching him. “I think I’ll have some words with the costume department.”

“You do that.” Steve smirked and nodded. “I wonder what they have for Lady Liberty.”

“Screw them, Steve. You really think I’m going to do this??” She looked at him like he had grown another eye.

“It could mean a quicker promotion.”

“Screw the promotion too. They’ll call me when they need me.”

“I need you.”

“You’re sweet, Steve.” She smiled, grabbing his hand. “And I love you too. But I have some dignity. This is your path, I’ll have mine. It’s not like I won’t be along for the ride. I’m coming with you.” “Thanks, doll.”

She winked and planted a peck on his cheek before exiting the room to wait for the performance to start. She had promised herself to endure it once. No more. From the shaky memories of watching the movies, of all the things to remember, she did remember the absolute and utter abhorrence for the Star-Spangled Man With A Plan.

For the first time in her life, she thanked her lucky stars Bucky wasn’t there in the audience to start laughing his tail off when Steve would come out.

Thank you for reading! Dividers by @strangergraphics

Original prompt by @the-superoriginal ~ written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

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x x x x x x x x x x | Steinmetz Hall at Dr. Phillips Center- Orlando, FL (November 29th, 2023)

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[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss everybody | November 29, 2023 | 🎥 via Hannah Winkler 

[reasoningdaily]

Another Black woman has made history. Dr. Kenvi Phillips is the director of the Barack Obama Presidential Library, the first of its kind to be fully digital.

According to People Of Color In Tech (POCIT), Phillips began her inaugural role on June 16, putting her in charge of all the programs and activities at the library—virtually, of course. As the Obama Foundation decided not to construct a physical building to host the traditional establishment, its records, with approximately 95% already made digitally, are now being kept in this virtual forum.

While this innovative project is new, Phillips’ career is rich with its own history. The two-time Howard University graduate is no novice in library and archival management.

Not only has she served as the director of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) at Brown University Library, but Phillips has also devoted her time and leadership to her alma mater’s Moorland-Spingarn Research Center. The center hosts the largest amount of resources and documents on the global Black diaspora.

With over two decades of experience, Phillips is a beacon of representation and proficiency for this groundbreaking role. Archivist of the United States, Dr. Colleen Shogan, shared her excitement about the appointment in a press release.

“I am excited Dr. Phillips is joining the National Archives as the Director of the Barack Obama Presidential Library. With her extensive experience in libraries and archives and her passion for public history, she will be an excellent steward for our archival and artifact collections and public engagement work,” said Shogan in May. “As the Director of the first digital presidential library in our system, Kenvi will help shape a new course for how we think about access to, and engagement with, the stories and decisions that helped shape our nation.”

The Obama Foundation CEO Valeria Jarrett also emphasized Phillips’ storied history in archiving materials.

“Her strong experience in archives and collections will help make the digitized records a great asset that will be available to everyone, everywhere, including historians, researchers, educators, and students,” explained Jarrett. “We look forward to continuing to work with the National Archives as they provide access to these historic records, and we look forward to displaying artifacts from the Obama Presidential Library in the Foundation’s Obama Presidential Museum, which we will open on the South Side of Chicago in Spring 2026.”

While making history herself, Phillips will offer her leadership and expertise to promote Obama’s legacy through these collections.

[michaelgabrill]

Acting Center Chief Technologist Dr. Phillip Williams

“I did not know that NASA Langley was right here in my own backyard. I was born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and NASA Langley is in Hampton, about 45 minutes away. All throughout elementary school, I didn’t know that NASA was here. I always thought NASA was in Florida or Texas or somewhere. “I […] from NASA https://ift.tt/g87UH4R

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"STAR TREK VOYAGER" Retrospective: (5.12) "Bride of Chaotica!"

"STAR TREK VOYAGER" Retrospective: (5.12) "Bride of Chaotica!"

One of the aspects of "STAR TREK VOYAGER" that I have truly enjoyed over the other TREK shows were the holo programs featured or the episodes centered in the two Holodecks. One such holo program was "The Adventures of Captain Proton" stories created by Voyager’s Chief Pilot, Tom Paris. Captain Proton was featured in at least four episodes – three in Season Five and one in Season Seven. But without a doubt, my favorite happened to be the third Proton story titled, (5.12) "Bride of Chaotica!".

In short, "Bride of Chaotica!" began when Tom Paris (Robert Duncan McNeil) and Harry Kim (Garrett Wang) are enjoying the latest chapter of his Captain Proton program in one of the Holodecks. They are forced to leave it running when spatial distortions trap the ship and disrupt their control over the computer. Voyager’s command staff attempted to discover a way to free the ship from the spatial distortions. Unfortunately, extra-dimensional aliens that exist in a photonic state cross over from their own dimension through a distortion located in the holodeck. They are detected and attacked by Proton’s archenemy, Dr. Chaotica (Martin Rayner), who believes them to be from the Fifth Dimension, and whose holographic (photonic) weaponry - though harmless to humans - is deadly to the aliens. Eventually, the crew discover the war being waged between Chaotica and the Fifth Dimension and must defeat him by playing out their roles as the fictional Captain Proton (played by Tom Paris), his sidekick Buster Kincaid (Harry Kim), and Arachnia, Queen of the Spider People. Paris convinced Captain Janeway (Kate Mulgrew) to take on the latter role.

I might as well be frank. I LOVE "Bride of Chaotica!". I adore it. It is one of my favorite TREK episodes of all time. What am I saying? It is my favoriteTREK episode of all time. Screenwriters Bryan Fuller (creator of "DEAD LIKE ME" and "PUSHING DAISIES") and Michael Taylor created a first-rate episode filled with imagination, action and humor. Having the characters of Tom Paris’ Captain Proton holoprogram get drawn into a galactic war with an actual group of actual aliens that are photonic was a stroke of genius. And Fuller and Taylor, along with director Allan Kroeker, did an excellent job combining an original story with great characterization.

The cast was excellent, as always. Robbie McNeill and Garrett Wang revived their old magic as Tom and Harry – the two crewmembers who got more out of the Captain Proton holoprogram than anyone. Come to think of it, McNeill also managed to generate strong chemistry with Tim Russ (Lieutenant-Commander Tuvok) and Kate Mulgrew. The latter was superb as Queen Arachnia, although I think she may have been a little guilty of too much mugging, while expressing Janeway’s disregard for the Proton holoprogram. However, I loved her scene with Neelix (Ethan Phillips) that showcased Janeway’s caffine addiction. With that scene, she may have truly earned the nickname - Queen of the Delta Quadrant:

JANEWAY: "Coffee, black." NEELIX: "I'm sorry, Captain. We've lost another two replicators –" JANEWAY: "Listen to me very carefully because I'm only going to say this once. Coffee – black." NEELIX: (To replicator)"Coffee, black. While I've got your attention there are –" JANEWAY: (Holds up hand)"Coffee first."(drinks/inhales)"...Now, what's the problem?"

And then there is Dr. Chaotica, portrayed with great relish by Martin Rayner. The promise he had shown as a rich and over-the-top character in the Season Five premiere, (5.01) "Night" was fulfilled in this episode. The late Nicholas Worth ably supported both Mulgrew and Rayner as Chaotica’s ruthless, obsequious henchman, Lonzak.

As much as I love "Bride of Chaotica!", there is one aspect about it that disturbed me – namely the crew’s reaction to the Captain Proton hologram. It is quite apparent that they view it as nothing more than a childish piece of fiction for those of the immature mind. And it is quite apparent that they also view Tom Paris’ participation in it as childish. And they are not the only ones. I have read some reviews of the episodes. While most tend to sneer at it, along with anything else labeled "STAR TREK VOYAGER", at least two of them did not. Julia Houston seemed to view the holo program not only as Tom Paris’ personal fantasy, but also as an example of his imagination. Like me, she seemed annoyed by the inability of others to appreciate Paris' imagination . . . and his right to his own fantasy. Now Jim Wright did seem to enjoy the holo program and appreciate its uniqueness. But it also seemed that he viewed it as a sign of Paris’ immaturity . . . and as something that the Chief Pilot would have to give up in order to develop as an adult and ideal Starfleet officer.

Quite frankly, I agree with Julia Houston. I was very annoyed by the other Voyager crewmen’s snobbish reaction to Captain Proton. Okay, perhaps they did not care for it very much. But was there really any need for them to openly sneer at what he considered recreation and fantasy? What law was there that Tom’s pursuit of recreation had to be culturally high-brow or meaningful? Janeway, of all people, had no business to sneer. This is a woman who had spent two seasons indulging in her Lambada One holo program – a "Jane Eyre"/"Rebecca" Gothic romance. I must also admit that I was a little put-off by Jim Wright's assumption that Tom needed to give up the Proton program in order to become more mature as an adult. To me, this attitude seemed like a clear lack of appreciation for Tom’s vivid imagination. Perhaps it was more important to him and other "VOYAGER” fans that Tom become the stand-up Starfleet officer that Owen Paris and Janeway wanted him to be. Happily, Tom never stuck to his declaration of giving up the Proton program. He and Harry were still using it in the early Season Six episode called (6.05) "Alice". And a late Season Seven episode called (7.23) "Homestead" revealed that Tom had created another B-movie style program called "Invaders from the Ninth Dimension".

Personally, I like the idea that Tom Paris would eventually become that successful holonovelist sometime in his future. But in the VOYAGER relaunch novels, he became a permanent Starfleet officer, achieving the rank of Lieutenant-Commander and Voyager’s new first officer. Ugh. What a waste of a vivid imagination that created the likes of the Proton holoprograms. In real life, I would compare Tom to the likes of George Lucas, Gene Roddenberry, J. Michael Stracynski and the two writers who had created this wonderfully imaginative episode – Fuller and Taylor. A girl can imagine - can't she?