What? Die Hard is a Christmas movie.

Trading Places less so, but much of it takes place between Christmas and New Year's Day.

The image of Dan Aykroyd eating the smoked fish through his Santa beard stays with you.

Also... "Ha ha ha! Merry New Year!! Beef jerky?"

All that applause at the end is because that room is above a tank full of sharks with lasers on their heads and Trump has buttons to drop anyone who doesn't clap right into the tank.

Our president is Dr. Evil.

I was going to come up with a funny comment, but I can't top that.

Bravo. 2 golf claps!

You can jump to that other ship. Believe in yourself. 👍

You weren't in the Bermuda Triangle at the time, were you?

Wait. I can plug the lat and long from the capture into Google Maps.

Ahh, up near our soon-to-be 51st State (Canada or Greenland, take your pick).

Trying to evade Pete Hegseth?

Put it in your wallet and don't gamble again for the rest of the trip, then buy your dear wife a very fancy dinner when you get home.

Also, the good thing about Star Trek was they knew when voice-only communicators were sufficient and when to put the call on-screen.

But we still can't real-time video chat with people on Mars (using this for distance - not claiming the Illuminati have a Mars base).

That's going to have to wait for real time data streams via quantum entanglement... If it's possible.

Imagine a cell phone that has bars anywhere in the universe.

"Hey, she's an attractive and stable real estate agent. I think I'll ask her out."

Googles her... 🙀

And then there are monitors like Abbot's Freestyle where they can be 30-50 points low during the first 24 or so hrs and you're woken by a low blood sugar alarm at 2 am when you're just fine and you have to finger-stick to be sure, but you'll need to eat anyway just so it doesn't alarm all night.

My dad used to love the Bay Theater in Seal Beach, California. One reason was they were the only theater within a reasonable drive that put real butter on their popcorn.