Biggest plot twist
never forget …
SHYAMALAN YOU DID IT AGAIN
Shredder making an absolutely BALLER entrance.
Yessssss. I mean noooooo
Hey, all. This is a comic I started on 24 Hour Comic Day, but I only managed to complete 12 pages on that day. That makes it a technical failure, but I decided it was worth finishing regardless of that.
Today at the arcade.
The first and last time Mako Mori sees Stacker Pentecost. Both times she has tears running down her cheeks, but the emotions are very different.
KILLIN ME HERE TUMBLR!!!
5 Things about Gravity (mild spoilers):
1. Gravity is so beautiful, tense and gripping a visual and technical display, that you could miss the frustrating, and at times close-to-not-good moments that compose the whole. This is not the artsy Hollywood movie that Cuaron has been known to make before (Children of Men, Y Tu Mama Tambien), this is not some kind of borderline silent movie that defies the medium. This is a Hollywood thriller, with two very big Hollywood superstars (well, mostly Bullock) at the center. This is a CGI/Special effects masterpiece that chooses to wow you, rather than say much, if anything more than you could piece together with magnetic poetry. This sounds like I’m bagging on it, but I feel like it’s worth saying that much before I tell you that this is basically as much of a “can’t miss” movie that’s come out in a long, long time.
2. I have no issues with Cuaron possibly making a movie that he knew would please audiences to such a gleeful, popcorn flick, so if your expectations are ready for it, it can be a funny, at times playful flick amidst the terror and horror that it keeps pumping onto Bullock’s space experience. Especially when I know plenty of people who either (1) have no idea what Children of Men is; or (2) hated Children of Men. Put it the way my friend did after we saw it: Cuaron will definitely be allowed to do whatever the hell he wants after this.
3. I want to see the special features on this DVD because I straight up cannot figure out how they filmed some of these parts. Like, I was racking my brain and trying to figure out how a combination of wires, CGI, and camera tricks could make it look so great. I’m at a loss. In a way, it would be kinda awesome if he never put special features out. It was just always a mystery.
4. Is Ryan Stone possibly the dumbest astronaut ever? Maybe.
5. Go see it, stupid. And lay off Neil Degrasse Tyson. Dude’s just doing his job.
It’s late, none of you will really care, so I’m basically talking to myself. But whatever.
It’s a bit hard to explain to people why being from Pittsburgh is such a huge part of your life. It’s not quite being from Chicago, or Boston, or New York. You don’t command respect by saying you’re a Pittsburgh native. You more gain a certain…sympathy. Pittsburgh was a city full of working class stiffs that reality abandoned. Not to the level of Buffalo, or Detroit, so bitterness and anger didn’t settle in to quite the same degree. But we watched the world sort of pass our home by. It was a place you stayed at if you could, while others were forced out because the work dried up. You watched from the window as a kid, as the grey, hollowed out city disappeared into the distance and you made another place, a happier, prettier, more successful place your new home.
And we had sports.
There was a moment in my life as a child when the Pirates were perennial playoff favorites. When the Steelers were consistent AFC championship contenders. When the Penguins were the best. Our teams won, not in the way that begat dynasties, but in a way where hope sprung eternal every year. And in Pittsburgh, that hope meant something. That hope was all you got. That black and yellow.
I don’t know how other people feel about their hometowns. But when I see someone wearing a Pirates hat, or when I pass a car with a Steelers decal, my heart skips a beat. Not necessarily because of the teams or the sports themselves; but because it reminds me of home. Or rather, a concept of home. And when I visit Pittsburgh and see that beautiful PNC park, that revamped downtown, that thriving arts district…hell, when I even think about Pittsburgh as a nebulous concept, it makes me feel stronger. It makes me feel like a phoenix. It makes me feel like nothing, not even the inevitability of the despair of life, could ever kill me, wound me, destroy me, hurt me it might.
This is what my hometown does for me. And it’s really hard to explain to people who don’t feel that way about a place; or even a concept or a thing.
I had to watch the Pirates on Gamecast, or hell on my phone, most of this season because I travel so much for work. I literally did not believe that we would have a winning season until it was mathematically impossible not to. I couldn’t believe that we won every playoff game we did.
Tonight I had a show, and was performing during the game. And tonight, for some strange reason, I believed we’d win. For maybe the first time this whole year. Hell, maybe the first time in 20+ years. And when I checked, it was the bottom of the 8th and it was 5-1, Cards. At first, I was angry. Then as the last out was recorded, it all faded away. Because I felt hopeful. I felt strong.
I felt at home. I carry a little bit of home wherever I go. I always will. And like that city, it will always hurt me, but it will always be there, it will always rise, it will always survive.
You should visit it someday. Pittsburgh. It’s not much to look at. But it’s a great place.
And I don’t give a shit about where you come from. Our sports teams are the fucking best.
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