Quick post today since I’ve been crazy-busy and haven’t had time to come up with proper content.

I was recently rewatching 1966’s Fantastic Voyage—a classic sci-fi film that is remembered as “that one where they shrunk people, injected them into a defector scientist’s body to repair a blood clot in his brain and Raquel Welch was 60s eye-candy”. The film is, well, not great and is full of plot holes, but the opening credits are a tour-de-force of 60s technology porn.