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Well, we are having some trouble here with the new RA 10175 or the Anti-Cyber Crime Law, which is pretty much the same - my government is putting down the law on something they do not understand. Sigh. You'd think with all those high education, people should know to form an opinion after doing the necessary research .

Ooh, I love this!

The Satanic Verses was banned during my teenage years. I still have to find a copy so I can see for myself what it's all about. You're lucky to find one in your area. But "The Catcher In The Rye" ban is really . . . .silly. I read the book. Nothing there that hasn't been in tv, movies, and newspapers, so what's the

I've seen people texting while driving. With both hands. On their smartphone, I mean. lately, motorcycle riders are doing the same. But with one hand.

This is where I raise my fist in the air, for Science. And for a brave woman.

Maybe that's why my friends found me weird during my childhood. I'd rather sit and watch Sesame Street than go outside and play . . .

That thing about Supes not really "killing" any villain really bugs me. Even comics has that stiff ness about him.

Popular sentiment. Anyway, I would still wait it out and see if this Superman works.

Armageddon. Awesome destruction, all of them but Armageddon does it for me. [Oh my chin. I can hear guns being cocked and silos being opened for targets from Michael Bay Annihilation Nation]

Yes he did. In snippets, skits and whenever the opportunity arose. Notice Cookie still has teeth on this video?

I'll settle for Milla Jovovich gyrating in fetish wear . . . .

The only time I've seen Supes hitting back and hurting anybody was with Doomsday. The "boy scout" tag was momentarily taken off in that battle. He even forgot that there were bystanders and gawkers watching the fight, he just fought and bled, destroying half the city. The other's were right, Bruce could have taught

Shame on you. Shame on you all. You should stop showing me trailers that I will have a hard time letting go of. Shame on you people. I think I'll just turn off all the lights, 'cept the one by the bed and read my Stephen King and Clive Barker books. Oh, darn. Now I can't get that child's look out of my mind . . .

Duhh. I voted wrong.

It's not there. Even the couch is gone, all lumpy and threadbare . . . all gone. All those happy memories resurfacing . . .sob . . .why am I crying?

An 8-bit tear just rolled down my face, as my hands reach for that control pad that was lost decades ago . . . .

Max Headroom. Firefly. Good stuff. And a couple of entries I have no idea whatsoever, but would like to know more.

Hee-hee, sorry . . got carried away. But sometimes, these discussions turn to counting chicks before they hatch . . . .

It's Sci-Fi. Suppositions. What ifs. If the main concern is getting the worth of what you pay for in tickets, then don't watch. And you'll wallow in envy or loathing for those who took a chance and went out and got good seats and discussed the movie in length, while you, who cannot say first hand what you think will

I have always found Madame Tussaud's Wax Figures quite disturbing. It's not always a dead-on likeness [pun,pun] and most of the published photos (I have never seen an actual exhibit) have this eerie feel of seeing familiar faces in trapped form. Though the wax statues did make headlines over and over again, always