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We pick up exactly where we left off last week, with Roy flying back to the Macross. Hikaru is still catatonic on the ground, so Roy checks in with Misa to explain the situation - about Hikaru being a civlian, the mess-up that got him involved in the fight, and so on. Misa is furious. Roy heads back. There’s still a lot of fighting going on all around the island. Global and the bridge crew wonder why the aliens are toying with them - clearly they’ve got the firepower to simply destroy them and be done with it.

Recently, “Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow” was playing down in St. Grissom, and as R2 and I both missed that film in it’s initial release, we decided to check it out. Enchanted by the thought of seeing a ‘new’(ish) Olivier flick, made only 15 years after he died!We knew it was a bomb, but we thought it might be an interesting and memoral bomb - like Blade Runner - and not a bland and pointlessly forgetable bomb - like Armed and Dangerous 2: Armed and Fabulous - so we figured it was a good way to blow an evening.

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Just a couple interesting stories that have crossed my path in the last few days, and I figured I'd pass 'em on as a way of jump-starting the week:

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It turns out you can use an MRI to monitor various aspects of people’s feelings about other people. Stick someone in the tube, monitor the hormone-producing parts of the brain, and show ‘em pictures of their loved ones, their spouses, Canadian hookers, and record the results. It’s an ongoing experiment, but eventually they hope to establish a benchmark for figuring out how emotion works

Stony Hill, Florida, 1964

The security chief stood in the dark and wondered how his life had come to this. Not that it was a bad life, mind you, but he’d aspired to much more once, and everything had seemed so plain and certain in front of him once, with the strange logic of dreams it had all made sense. Then things had changed - he was never quite sure how - and his grand design for larger things got derailed. Now, here he was, an anonymous joe working an anonymous job, standing all alone in the dark. And it wasn’t even a permanent job at that, just a temp gig providing overflow security for the great big dedication cavalcade. He wondered - not for the first time - how his life might have gone differently if the breaks had gone slightly different for him.