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Ha.  Opening night and Rubio is on the header.  That rules.

I blame Favre.

Night Flight was one of the first places to see films and shorts not generally aired on broadcast television or on the pay-per movie channels such as HBO. It was the first place many Americans were able to see music documentaries like Another State of Mind, The Grateful Dead Movie, Word, Sound and Power, and—Yessongs. Night Flight was also one of the first American television shows to display the music video as an art form, rather than purely as a promotional tool for the artists. And, with the freedom had by them on early (and late-night) cable television, they would at times show portions of videos that were censored (or in some cases, banned) by MTV and other outlets.

If I wrote book on why things were better before the internet, I’d have a chapter that broke down how great it was to stay up late at sleepovers to watch Night Flight.  Because it was.

I’d also have a chapter on how John Coltrane wasn’t on twitter.

Get off my lawn.

This is ship from the original Battlestar Galatica series.  It’s [apparently] a Cylon Raider.  My neighbor kid buddy Mikey had one of these and I always really liked it. 

One day we worked out a trade whereby I would give him my Batman record - like an LP that had several cool Batman stories on it (books on record?!) - and he would give me the spaceship.  I loved the record, but I had memorized the stories long ago.  It was a deal. 

Two days later - presumably after he listened to the stories a few times - he demanded a trade back.  I said no.  Parents got involved.  Of course then we had to trade back. 

I haven’t really liked sci-fi since.  That was fine, tho, because then it didn’t hurt as much when Hollywood ruined ‘Starship Troopers’.

“A Target spokeswoman said the retailer is looking into the situation. “It always has been – and continues to be – Target’s policy to respect the intellectual property rights of others,” the spokeswoman said in a statement.”

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

Totally this would be just a ’whatever’ story if it weren’t for the never ending “we’re all about fresh design and awesome teapots!!” victory cheer that Target never tires of shouting.  Clowns.

Here’s the neighborhood gang after finishing the Chequamegon last weekend.  Some of us rode the short, some of us rode the long, all of us stuffed our faces with donut holes and beer when it was over.  Fun times for sure, but next time I’m leaving the rigid fork at home.  Whooowee bumpy!