I’m currently on a charter bus ride back from sunny Florida with 40-some teenagers and won’t be back till Tuesday morning.
I guarantee that your New Year’s Eve/Day is going to be more fun/restful than mine.
I’m off visiting family for the holiday weekend. But I’ll be back Monday with more news, reviews, and whatever else comes up.
Happy Thanksgiving to those of you here in the States! And for those who aren’t, I’ll make sure to eat enough pumpkin pie for all of you too!
Your kitchen consists of dilithium-powered food replicators, manned by obedient robot slaves, who are sure to never, ever rebel. I mean, it’s preposterous to even consider it. Your study has every science fiction title ever written. One of your garages contains a life-sized X-Wing fighter, and KITT. (KITT was a gift from a well-meaning uncle.)
Your home also includes a robot repair bay, where your mechanized servants are routinely fitted with new restraining bolts. (It’s just a precaution.) Your guests enjoy your working holodeck. Outside is your radio telescope, listening constantly for alien transmissions. Especially invaders. They’ll come eventually, even if nobody believes you. (Nobody does.)