'Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles'

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What the world needs now is love, sweet love. But in the absence of that we'll take some obnoxious robot-on-robot action. And while the movie that spawned this series came out way back in 1984 (shout-out to George Orwell), Fox has just gotten around to turning it into Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, airing Mondays. Set immediately following the end of Terminator 2: Judgment Day, this show is big on blowing stuff up. So if you like your parties to end with a bang, call your friends -- this shindig is the last, best hope for mankind.

Setting the scene:
You can finally put those old Commodore 64s in your basement to good use. Pull out all of your old computers and stack them high and wide to simulate Skynet. But since we are going for a techno shabby chic look, visit your local junkyard and grab twisted metal, machine parts and busted vehicle parts to give that "end of the world" feel. Blinking Christmas lights behind the computers and junk add to the magic. Hire someone to squat in the corner of the room naked with a light behind him. Spray paint a couple of naked mannequins silver and paint their eyes red. Burning oil drums in the front yard (check local laws) will help define your party from the street.

Attire:
Terminators need black leather jackets, black T-shirts and black gargoyle sunglasses; Sarahs need tight tank tops and shoulder holsters; and everyone else should wear clothing that has been torn to shreds (the future is tough on poly-cotton blends).

On the menu:
"Ah'll be (baby) back ribs"; MRE meals; and potassium iodide pills for dessert.

On the hi-fi:
Sara by Jefferson Starship; It's the End of the World as We Know It (and I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.; Survivor's greatest hits; Mr. Roboto by Styx; and Love Songs for Machines by Jake Mandell.

The showstopper:
The robots and cyborgs are coming, so it might be nice to have one on your side. At this writing, Robosaurus, a 40-foot-tall, fire-breathing electrohydromechanical monster robot that weighs 62,000 pounds, was available for sale. He eats planes, trains and automobiles, and he should give even the toughest terminator pause. And he'd certainly add a little something to this party.