Okay, let me say this differently: Even with no sense of style, surely you all must recognize the lame-assedness of quilted mock turtlenecks? Mustn't you?

I accept the color coding thing, but NOT WITH QUILTED MOCK TURTLENECKS! Dear gods, has no-one any sense of style in this thread?

@crazy cat lady — LOL!

That's a really good point, guy (which is similar to Zack's, natch). Kirk has managed to wiggle out of ever dealing with ultimate consequences, and now he is confronted with his friend willingly making the ultimate sacrifice. I've always loved Spock so much more than Kirk, but it's the contrast that makes their…

Wait a minute, hercules rockefeller, I refuse to honor those Starfleet costumes. The mock turtleneck thing was utterly ridiculous looking. The jackets were okay, and I won't really argue with the pants. But the quilted mock turtleneck just about ruins ALL the movies for me.

I dunno. I buy Zack's interpretation, but it STILL bothers me. Kind of species-centric, even if the intent was good.

I'd pick you guys up, but I'm drowning in a storm drain (with a brain tumor).

Thirds on when I ditched the show. Jumping the helicopter, indeed. But Mr. Reck kept watching and updating me periodically.

@ King Bastard — Her voice is really what does it for me. I mean, she is insanely beautiful, but her voice is soooo sexy!

See now, JVS, it's just that sort of thing that drives me insane with lust! Cut it out. (Or not…)

How about - fuck Steve Martin's writing in the New Yorker? 'Cause that's a worthwhile thing to curse.

I was digging through my parents' attic a couple of years ago and found a note I had written to my mom when I was a kid (and she still smoked) about how her alveoli were going to turn black, and she wouldn't be able to breathe. She quit (after having smoked for 25 years!), but I have no idea how she didn't slap my…

Me, too.

Seriously, you guys quoting like this is making me cream my jeans (metaphorically — I'm in a public library right now, don't want to be arrested).

JVS, you are totally turning me on today.

I had wondered if the kid would be comfortable sleeping in the helmet and goggles, but then I realized that I would have probably worn them to bed over the protests of MY parents, so I let it go.

I'm also a fan of the Hitchcock (?) story with an icicle as the murder weapon. But all are secondary to the fabulous line in Fried Green Tomatoes: "Secret's in the sauce!"

Never underestimate the power of the geek side of the Force.

My money's on condensed milk. Or a solution of corn starch in water. (Note to self: must experiment with some of these on Mr. Reck's food.)

I thought they had something to do with mountain climbing. Like spikes on your boots or something?