I more or less understand what I'm supposed to do here. I know that I should be expounding on how Kota the Triceratops, a ¬£300 40-inch ridable robotic dinosaur just released in the UK, is a perfect storm of consumerism and technological hedonism. It's a bold-faced insult to everyone alive who has even the most cursory understanding of the economic happenings of the past month or so…I could talk about the inexplicable link between irony and dinosaurs. "Philip K Dick would be rolling in his grave" might be an appropriate observation, as would "DINOSAURS WOULD EAT YOU, YOU LITTLE SHITS." But right now I cannot do anything except wish until my ears bleed that this abomination can support all my 57 kilos when I roll into Woolworth's after work today, cranked out on Appletiser and memories of my lost youth. Also, I hope this thing can crush beer cans.ARIANNA