Those simply didn’t make in into the compilation, is all.

Women must love your action.

That’s because Deckard never was imagined to be a replicant. The idea is divorced from the movie itself, which is not a historical artifact with “a truth” behind it. It’s a creation of an infantilized generation who grew up without books.

You are reading too much into this, just like everybody who treats science fiction as science.

No. It’s confirmation that, in this movie, this is how the writers decided to take it. It’s not a historical artifact, surrendering to analysis. Ugh, kids these days.

It doesn’t matter what Ridley said he did. What matters is the text we have. And that is at a minimum ambiguous. There’s no “glowing eyeball” replicant trademark. If there were, you’d spot them right off, and not need a test. His fellow blade runners don’t clock him as one; Roy’s saving of his life is drained of any…

Or it could be that you need a life. You’re over-reading.

For fuck’s sake. He said he wanted a little of “that old Deck magic.” And if he’d said “I need *the old Deckard* for this job”, he’s not ordering a fucking sandwich. It’s a metaphor, goddamn it. Read a book.

No. The problem is you’re expecting internal scientific continuity from what we humans call “a play.” It wasn’t created to sustain that kind of analysis.

Ridley Scott is a genius with visuals, but we’ve seen more than enough evidence, with stories he’s had an actual influence on, that he’s il-literary, to coin a phrase. He doesn’t understand drama.

Cause he’s not a fucking replicant. Ugh, fucking kids these days. You wouldn’t understand fiction if it friended you on Snapchat, or whatever.

Not coincidentally, SD is the most Republican large city in CA

And The Mistral, no?

Baaaaad news.

Yeah. I didn’t find it to be that, exactly. Though I’ll allow there are some nice folks there.

But surely that’s because God(TM) simply hates some of those praying. You know, Muslims praying for their loved ones, for example.

You can’t “re-virginate”, unfortunately.

I got caught in one, in a glider, over Boulder, CO, in June 2000. I had just soloed at the time and thought for sure I was gonna die.

What’s the humdidity?

How can you hit a crescendo? It’s a continuum.