#March2019
Watch: That ‘Avengers: Endgame’ theory where Ant-Man kills Thanos through his ass has a a video
Whelp, we have the video finally. THANUS. Ant-Man killing Thanos through his ass. The internet is a good, horrifying, troubling place. But, I’m here for it.
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New Look: Ant-Man’s new suit from ‘Captain America: Civil War’
I’m feeling this. I’M FEELING THIS. I’m fucking feeling this! *Rips off shirt, kicks down door to Pepsi Co, drinks thirty-three Diet Mountain Dews before ascending to Caffeinated God-Hood*
Peyton Reed returning to direct ‘Ant-Man’ sequel, ‘Ant-Man And The Wasp’
When Edgar Wright left Ant-Man, I spent a good amount of time bemoaning his departure, and what it meant for the film. Additionally, I railed muchly against Marvel Studios’ replacement, Peyton Reed. Well! I ended up quite enjoying the movie. So I welcome Reed returning for the sequel. You?
‘Ant-Man’ Sequel announced for 2018, ‘Ant-Man and the Wasp’
Ant-Man is getting itself a sequel, which is dope. Fun as futz movie, and I’m willing to see more! And it’s going to be co-starring The Wasp. Also dope.
Monday Morning Commute: self-appointed (meta)physical limitations
Roberta knew falling in love with Clauius, the thick-poled Cyborg was a mistake. He could see Infinity, perceive The All. His pistons would (practically) never age. His psyche could only expand. But still. Those eyes. That class. And don’t get me wrong. Clauius knew that falling in love with Roberta was a gamble only a foolish Flesh-Sack would make. She would age. Certainly, he was not immune to Entropy. But by the Circuitry Above, he could practically watch her decay happen in real-time. And when he sped up his relativistic perceptions, he did. But those eyes. And that brain. And so fell they love. Her programming and his programming (programmed by her programming) too much to overcome. For a moment, they will Find a Way. And for a moment we all Find a Way. There be romance, and mundanity, and hurt, and humping, and a cadre of other experiences. Most of them banal, some of them transcendent.
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Weekend Open Bar: Just trying to live my life as a decent (Hawk)guy
It’s the Weekend, man. Which means the Bar is Open! I’m feeling particularly relaxed this weekend. Most of this relaxation is due in part to the momentary lull in the Maelstrom that is Home Ownership. Purchase and Sale: signed. House appraisal by the bank: done. Now it’s merely a thousand or so documents to be faxed by us to the Corporate Overlords, and awaiting the official closing. Additionally, my summer class is winding down. Just one more week, and ain’t no teaching taking place during it (not my choice, but I will not complain about not having to lesson plan until September). So life is good. Relaxed, I dare say. So yeah, weekend is lining up to be a enjoyable: some Lucha Underground, some DVR purging, some time with Bae. Pizza, obviously.
Monday Morning Commute: At The Mountains Of Madness
Fucking crap day, here. Just busy. Really fucking busy, and ineffective. My class smells blood, knowing the end of the semester is upon them next week. Today this led to a case of The Mondays in class writ large. A disaffection that was equalled in enormity only by the disruptiveness with which it manifested itself. In other words, no one gave a fuck, and everyone was talking. So class was going shit, and then during our mid-class break it became known to me through a squabble of error messages and beeping that the copier was. In fact. Fucking broken. In other words, I wasn’t able to make a copy of (what should have been) tonight’s reading. So what am I doing tomorrow? Fuck if I know. Today was the first day (and this is probably actually a good sign) in my 3+ years of teaching where I openly asked myself, “What the fuck am I doing wasting my time with this?” A shuddering, unrelenting tidal wave of bile-duct refuse and existential despair washed over me. And for it I have no answers, other than to hope it ebbs as well as flows. I’m sure it does.
James Gunn futzing loves the ‘Ant-Man’ movie
The initial reports out of Ant-Man were that it was, surprisingly, an enjoyable flick to most. Being a Marvel fanboy, I took this to mean I would like it (to some extent). And now the director of my favorite Marvel movie has come out in support of the film. Granted, what’s he going to do? Bash a movie from the studio that is supporting him? Probably not. But the level, and forcefulness of his support makes me optimistic.
