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A belated tribute to this most versatile actor, who frightened me with a revisit so long ago and like Laura Palmer, I would see again long after I settled down and stopped rooting for the protagonist of A Clockwork Orange.

I really had hoped swapping out the domed capacitors would bring it back to life, but alas, maybe that era is over and I do well not to tarnish its memory further with all these vestiges whose metal shells I nostalgically rely on to last forever.

Update: With enough sustained current, the blinking lights of doom subsided, and the ghost in the machine was vacated by Dr. Frankenstein. My metaphor of the scrap-heap must wait for another day. Are wired connections still a thing?

There’s still some surprising me, after all; I shat all over the first two seasons of Picard, their unwelcome new characters, nonsensical plotlines, and worst to me, the submission to popular dystopianism—turns out all they really needed to do was bring everyone back, a few of their kids and some familiar guest cameos. …And fuck me, that reunion on the bridge of the D was worth it all, as if they wrote the entire season around it, to hell with the previous ones or rational in-universe explanations. Never mind the lighting, it was the carpet all along! Reminded me of how I’d see Star Blazers in TNG, e.g., Wolf 359 to the Earth Defense Force’s last stand against the Comet Empire; this is like their Yamato.