Come to think of it, there's an awful lot of tragedy in early Trek, like this episode's final shot of Mariette Hartley abandoned by her only chance for love and companionship. Watching this late Sunday night, back from celebrating Henry's nuptials then spending what time and energy was left over with someone who may or may not be there next weekend, I'm left with the idea that it's not so much 한국사회 애도는 민족적 성향, but syndicated science fiction from the Sixties that may have something to do with it.

And while tacking on this unrelated bit might make the material impossible to find in some future (now wholly unforeseeable) search for it, imagine having one of these android clones to use for the carpool lane? Wouldn't it be even crazier if a cop were to stop me, and it were doing the driving?

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I still haven't gotten it (the closest I've come being offered a used one at the Gamestop in Menlo Park Mall, which I turned down because I didn't feel like carrying it back—not with all them chili dogs in my other hand), but I did have a dream this morning that I was at Fry's, and a store employee announced they'd put more out within the next hour, but a fellow shopper suddenly cried out they're on the shelves already, so I joined the mad dash around the corner. There I managed to grab the last box, but a skinny youngster from behind tried prying it from my hands, wrinkling the cardboard. He wore that defeated smile I've seen before, the one that says "fuck you" because he can't, from many a T-shirt thrown into those crowds of videogame nerds-who-can't-jump at E3. I woke up not at all missing the Wii but wondering what possessed him to believe he'd be successful against someone so much larger.

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Not until late last night did I finally get to see this on HBO in the hotel room, how many years since it was released, so is it any wonder I'd be anything but disappointed? I actually liked the FPS sequence, but the direction id took with the series in general, deciding it was less about Hell on Mars and more Japanese survival horror, blew a brilliant opportunity to use the same perspective for a showdown with a rocket launcher against cyberdemons under red skies. And there was even a hint at an interesting explanation for it all, too, with this 24th-chromosome nonsense suggesting a Kirby-esque Eternal vs. Deviant evolution for mankind, and, and… then the Rock took over. I'm so gonna bust the N64 outta storage when I get back.

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