I'm in for three!

Replace? I could never replace my watches, they're like my children! More like... augment. Supplement. Like having another baby... the more children the better!

My current children: a Seiko 7626 perpetual drive with a sweeping second hand in blue, and a military green strapped Citizen Eco Drive (with hidden solar panels in the face! Never needs winding!)

I'm a watch geek.

To everyone advocating ala carte programming: consider its effect on the wider market. If everyone signs up for their twenty favorite channels, less popular channels will have a smaller installed viewer base and therefore smaller ad revenues. Those networks will then either have to charge more per installed user per month, or go away. As a net result, if you like any less-popular networks, you'll probably end up paying the same or more than you do now, and your selection will dwindle as smaller networks can no longer compete with larger networks.

Yes please!

DROOOOOL

Dearest Engadget,

I've created a video to explain why I would love to have #8, the Orange SPV e200.

Please watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeR5EoLI09A

Love Always,

Taylor

My favorite would have to be http://features.engadget.com/2006/02/03/music-thing-the-waterphone/

The Waterphone?! What the %$#@. That thing is amazing.

na na nanana na na na---nana

I don't get the point of this camera, aside from being a curiosity of sorts. Film has much better dynamic range and resolution than any current digital sensor. A medium format camera with decent glass and a high quality film scanner could be had on ebay for a tenth of the cost of this kit. I imagine you could pay for quite a bit of film and processing with that extra scratch.

The only reason I can see for needing a camera like this is when speed is essential and you don't have half an hour to process your film. But I have a hard time conceiving such a situation.

To reach here
gliding into old age
the decades gone
without ever meeting one person
truly evil
without ever meeting one person
truly exceptional
without ever meeting one person
truly good

gliding into old age

the decades gone

the mornings are the worst.

(Now, by Charles Bukowski)