As a young teen, I made it a point to set the VCR to record Robotech every morning before going off to school. When I got back in the afternoon, my dad and I would sit down and watch it together. If it was sci-fi TV, my dad was interested, and I have many fond memories of watching everything from the original Star Trek series with him to Space: 1999 to Battlestar Galactica . Incidentally, I was never a Transformers fan, however. It aired when I was 14, not long after I abandoned buying and playing with toys, and even at that age I could discern the whiff of bullshit wafting off a TV show crassly designed with the primary purpose of selling expensive plastic junk. Given that my dad and I never watched that show, it was bemusing to learn that in recent years my dad has gone to the theater to see most of those Michael Bay monstrosities. As a car guy, a sci-fi fan, and a bit of a brawler in his salad days (accumulating five broken noses and a punctured ear drum for his effort...
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