Didn't actually write this on the 5th, but rather the following Monday afternoon, and then just to insert some pretentious text between two image-laden entries. So don't expect this to be another groundbreaker from my travelogue on the search for one's soul—unless, of course, you are willing also to acknowledge that such a journey is bound to be stalled on occasion by such sandbars as Sci-Fi Channel's Saturday evening broadcast of Skeleton Man. Not that I need to go on about it, since so many have already been there, but what were they thinking, an invulnerable Native American spirit in a synthetic pancho demonstrates Predator-like proficiency in the woods then assaults a nearby chemical plant only to be blown up with it? (Earlier in the day I saw the network air, back-to-back, two other B-movie crapfests using identical footage of a rubber dinosaur, raptor, "carnosaur", whatever, tending to its eggs. The night before they ran Law & Order SVU and American Psycho, thereby adding serial killer programming to their definiton of science fiction. Remind me again what I'll be missing on cable after Justice League's last episode next weekend?) With pretty people like this available to them, why even bother with hokey plots and environmentally-unfriendly pyrotechnics? Just make porno.