Subjective to say the least but I still remember when my dad had a Cortina in the early 70's. Class motor.

It's the though that counts!

Yar, I know. But this is not post modern Dredd, or the Dead Man thingie or the when he had his face changed to match the perp's lawyer. This is supposed to be focused on the classic Dredd. Small shoulder-pads and all.

The helmet stays on and no kissing? That's the Joe Dredd I know.

A quick search of gbase.com has two Jagstangs, one for $595 and one for $699. Buy them both and you still have money left over for strings 'n things.

If JJ was a chef he'd be the food-poisoning king of Hollywood due to his chronic inability to serve up something that isn't undercooked or half-baked.

"So guys, we're going to be flying three ships to film this video. On the A ship we'll have the camera folks and the computer folks and the production techies. On the B ship we'll have Jay-Z and Beyonce and Kesha and Katy Perry and the other talent. Finally, on the C ship we'll have the caterers and the other little…

Yo lady, we're coming over to use your pool. We promise not to make it cloudy.

Kudos on the ST:TAS shout out, I remember watching it as a kiddie and it still makes for some good viewing on Netflix now. I'm forcing my poor child to watch it, "Daddy I want cartoons" "Here you go, son".

They should milk the posh boy aspect of BC, maybe Trelane will make an appearance?

Thank you for that, top notch clear thinking right there.

I distinctly remember us moving house when I was two. We entered in through the kitchen door and I remember not being able to see the tops of the kitchen counters. It was a new house so the fireplace had never been lit, my brother and I were able to sit in the empty fireplace next to each other. That was 40 years ago…

I've got news for you: this IS the hotwheels time machine. The crappy wheels are the giveaway and the fact that I have one (only $1.50 at tru) sitting on my desk right now made it easy to compare.

Nice ride, works on the moon too.

Ever ahead of his time, PKD wove this very idea about our relationship to objects into 'The Man in The High Castle'.

Since we're here, who's up for a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster?

You'd think living for eons he'd know not to do that thing with the hands. The flamenco clap is fine but the other thing with the elbows and the shoulder-pads, vampire or not, that's scary.

I prefer my vampires to be cut from classier cloth, no sparkling.

And I couldn't escape!

Makes sense, those names can be so confusing and the trailers never tell you anything. It was a real letdown to sit down in the theater for that Twilight movie and realize that Rod Serling had nothing to do with it.