I say NAY and PSHAW to all the haters who think Harrison Ford is too old to reprise his role as Indiana Jones. Usually I’m on the side of the ‘Jesus Christ on rollerskates, is it possible for Hollywood to flog a dead horse any harder‘ argument, but I’m not going to lie and say that my little geeky heart isn’t all a-flutter at the prospect of a new Indy movie. In a world where clear-cut heroes are few and far between, who doesn’t want to spend a couple hours in a darkened theater watching the good guys beat the snot out of the bad guys? So long as Spielburg keeps George Lucas locked in a trailer with some chewy toys to gnaw on or something, I don’t see how this can go wrong. I swear to God, if there’s a muppet or CGI anything with a bad accent following Indy around, there will be a nerdpocalypse.

I’m not sure which world I’d rather live in: a post-apocalyptic world inhabited by mutants and vampires, where the standard of success is how big of a gun you have and how sweet your leather armor looks, or a Minority Report inspired landscape filled with giant field-spanning banner ads and billboards that know when you’re freaking looking at them. At least in the dystopian no-privacy land we’re heading towards I get sweet gear that makes buzzing noises. I don’t know - some days I think I wouldn’t mind checking my drinking water for radiation compared to having my every movement and damn near every thought cataloged and combed for marketability. Ugh.

If you think my insane gibbering is bad at the beginning of this show, you should hear the stuff we don’t record. Ryan and I say that we like doing the show because we get to be sixteen for an hour a week. Sometimes, I think that’s being overly generous. Which isn’t to say that you can’t be an adolescent and do cool stuff, like our boy in Oregon with his bacteria testing. I digress. We have tons of video game gossip, some great tech treasures, and more weird news than you could use to peel a crippled guy off the grill of your semi-truck. I’m not sure what that means, but we’ve got lots of it this week. Enjoy.

Welcome to the future, folks. Between Microsoft Surface and Google’s Street View, it seems like the whiz-bang world of flying cars and replicators is just around the corner. Let’s forget, for a moment, that these two technologies are single handedly destroying the illusion of privacy in public and the entire service industry in one fell swoop. Instead, let’s concentrate on looking forward to a future where my cell phone makes pretty on the table. If we can implant memories into someone’s head and store the genetic information of every species of plant on the planet, it can’t be any more than a few scant years before I’m rocking a lightsaber, and that’s really the point I’m trying to emphasize here. Dude - lightsabers.