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Very true. Then, one generation's fans become the next generation's authors.

I agree completely. B5 probably did it as close to right as possible. The early computer FX may not hold up so well, but the story, the foreshadowing, the planning, all of it still stands head and shoulders over most genre shows.

Television is one of the ideal places for continuity, because continuity is all about relieving or ameliorating cognitive dissonance, the uncomfortable feeling of holding two or more contradictory beliefs at once. All fictions are by definition untrue, but so long as they remain consistent we can accept them for what

This is the only version I've found on DVD:

We were doing fine, Mr. Bricken, until you had to include Eliminators. That's a movie with real heart. Goofy, tank-cyborg versus mega-force cast-off motor trike battling, random ninja including, bizarre mad scientist plot thwarting heart.

Having recently watched Eliminators, the funny thing is that the Mandroid is also kind of the least effective. He doesn't even make it to the end of the movie, leaving it to the rest of our heroes to stop the mad scientist/cyborg/rome fetishist. If anything, Denise Crosby's scientist is the real hero.

Did no one actually read the quote, or were we all blinded by the term "prequel" in the article title? From the quote, it sounds more like they're thinking about doing a sequel which explains how that world came to be while expanding that world. Most likely, they're talking about a movie version of this:

Funny, I often have a similar feeling when I'm looking at Zoey Saldana when she's out of FX makeup as well.

The difficulty with all the busier skin designs is they would made her look a bit too much like Drax. And they likely decided to go with the scarified Drax to make certain audiences differentiated him from the Hulk.

After Guardians of the Galaxy, I now find that any time I hear a classic 60s/70s rock song I start imagining the space adventures that would have that song playing in the background.

A lot of people are lining up behind Star Fox, but I think that's the problem. It's too on-the-nose for Quill's father. It also doesn't explain the description "Like an angel, composed of pure light", a description which Yondu seems to reinforce with his line "I may be pretty as an angel, but I ain't one." near the

About 13 years ago, I was working an awful temp job at EA answering phone support calls at the Redwood shores offices. Every few months they'd have a big company meeting to talk about how great things were and how much money they'd made, none of which was coming down to us at our $9.50 and hour temp jobs, of course.

That is a fantastic idea! The pitch sells itself: Vikings + the Walking Dead = Endless gory medieval violence.

Also a game designer. I think the crux of it is that most people don't realize it's an office job. A weird and often creative office job, but all the stuff you do in other office jobs still exists.

I'm a video game designer. It actually is a pretty sweet job, and I've been doing it for a while. However, people really don't know much about it.

Don't forget the sub-theme of the fear of being unable to live up to family expectations. Poor Speed has a genius wrestling champion for a father, the a smart and slick older brother who just might be the best racer in the world, and a younger brother bursting with imagination. But Speed? He knows that he's not smart.

Excellent mass transit? I'm just happy they're finally extending BART down to the south bay.

You've been waiting years to post that, haven't you?

The first time I was introduced to Spotify, I literally spent the entire work day listening to various covers of Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald". This isn't a warning, more of an explanation of what could it can mean to brush too closely with a numinous world of infinite music.

What I imagine is a scene where a young Starlord meets a young Gamorra kicking ass as Cherry Bomb plays in his walkman. After she's beat up like 20 space cops, she hands him the doohicky he as stealing, gives him a sudden, fierce kiss and just as the song hits "Ch-Ch-Ch-CHERRY BOMB!", and then she walks away. As he