On the night of July 4th I cried thousands of tears for Connor’s suicide ending after I beat the game for the 3rd time.
It was such a pain to watch him along from a cold machine saying “I’m not alive”, to a deviant feeling “like I was dying…I was scared”, still he chose to end this free life rather than be taken control of. Can’t imagine what would happen to Hank if he knows about Connor’s death.
Couldn’t sleep at all so I played with a quarter, then recalled a spy coin I bought from Fraunces Tavern in New York. So this story came from this coin. Much appreciated, Commander Washington.
Scientists have discovered how to make glow-in-the-dark cats by
inserting the jellyfish genes that create fluorescent proteins into feline eggs.
I needed to check that this was real, and apparently, it is. What’s more, the end goal in these experiments was to fight feline AIDS, creating glow-in-the-dark cats was a side effect. That might be the greatest sentence I write this year.
Imagine in 2030. AIDS is cured and humans are glow in the dark
One thing I really adore about Tom King’s Batman (This is from I Am Gotham with David Finch) is that he takes the Moore/Miller “Isn’t Batman craaaaaazyyyyyy” approach and then flips it on its head, showing the repetition and the obsession, the unhealthy coping mechanisms, and then asks the simple question, why are they unhealthy? They kept him alive, kept him together, helped him become a better person, didn’t they? It takes the mentally ill aspect of Batman’s character and separates it, utterly, from the “Sociopathic villain” perception it seemed to go hand in hand with, explaining that, yes, Batman can be mentally ill, and yes, Batman can still then be an inherently, unambiguously good person
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