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send in the clones (for an encore)

Star Wars: Databank - The Clone Wars Continue (free registration may be required): "The second season of the Star Wars: Clone Wars micro-series begins tomorrow on the Cartoon Network and here at starwars.com. Hyperspace subscribers will be the first online viewers of the new set of ten animated episodes..." I have only seen a couple episodes of this while loitering in a gachapon shop in d/t Osaka, where it was playing on a TV/VCR combo (I know, so low tech for Japan; if it's any consolation, the convenience store that I popped by last night was advertising a yogurt-and-aloe desert via a 4cm x 3cm LCD screen that was most likely running its vid off some kind of Flash RAM device). What I've seen of the Clone Wars animated series, aside from Natalie Portman's bondage-and-bare-midriff scenes, I've liked the anime better than the live-action "prequels."

Lucas/Star Wars has an RSS feed, but the damned thing doesn't differentiate between regular free-registered-member content and "Hyperspace" member content. Or other pay content. It's really annoying to find something interesting, or that is vaguely described in the syndication, only to open a browser on it to load the Hyperspace Members Login screen.

Still, it looks like the Hyperspace subscription (would that be a "hyper-sub"? wouldn't tha cancel itself out?) will get access to the anime in some manner. Streaming? Definitely not downloadable, but... Still, I sense a presence I have not felt in years... Hope?

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