Who doesn't smile at baby ducks?

My curiosity kept me up late on Monday night as Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines was playing on cable until 1:10am. I rate the first film as one of the best sci-fi flicks of all time, and despite the occasional inconsistency the second was right up there too. And not just because part of it was filmed in Fremont. I feel the story is particularly rich, and allows reflection on a number of topics beyond the usual "ooh, killer robots!" variety. However, to put it bluntly, the third installment is a festering pile of dog poop. This movie doesn't just fail to offer any insightful additions to the Terminator legacy, it is screaming to be removed from the canon completely. Whereas in Terminator 2: Judgement Day Schwarzenegger slowly picked up slang after being taught by a young John Connor, here he's a wise-cracking cyborg for no apparent reason. "Talk to the hand"?!?! The ridiculous lines come from all sides though, from the general responsible for Skynet: "It's our only chance!" (do people actually say that, or is it solely a movie expression?) to John Connor: "There's enough C4 to blow up 10 supercomputers!" (because we all know that supercomputers can withstand a hell of a blast). But wait, this suckfest touches on many other film clichés, such as standing around gawking at your temporarily incapacitated foe, as if waiting for it to get up so the chase maintains its suspense. The latest, greatest Terminator is a Robert Patrick-esque liquid metal girl that can control other machines ... even drive cars remotely despite the cars not having any machinery that might allow them to be controlled by anything other than someone in the driver's seat.

I want that extra hour of sleep back.

last night i woke up last night a good dream woke me up i was entertained and smiled jumped straight out of my bed humming this and that while i got myself a glass of water sat down in my favorite chair and kept smiling, but not for long because i realized that all my dreams are nothing but the repetition of last week's television i was no longer amused by my dream like a lame turtle i paced the room i was disturbed by this newfound knowledge i could only blame myself and no one else tried to sleep again again, again, no not a dream, not again no all my dreams are nothing but the same old repetition of last week's television jumped straight out of my bed and into the t.v. room and in my anger threw the t.v. set out the window regretted instantly, because this was a brand new 26 inch t.v. set in my bed, try to sleep but i can't because all my life, all my dreams are out the window with this new t.v. set

i'm a t.v. transforming t.v. i'm a t.v. transforming t.v. i'm on my knees down on all fours antennae thrust out through my forehead i'm a t.v. transforming t.v. i've turned into a t.v. my screen is smiling to get your attention i want you i'm a t.v. transforming t.v.