As the lights go up after a comic book movie, there are reactions one expects: Awed silence; various onomatopoetic words like "Whoa!," or (in the DC Universe) grim reflections that it either did or didn't suck as much as expected.
One does not expect seething, shocked anger like the gentlemen next to me, "Well, I'm glad I never saw Black Panther," or the repeated, mindless exclamation of a teen across the auditorium. This movie BROKE ME. This movie completely BROKE ME. I am Broken.
Truly, after Infinity War, I think none of us will be the same again. Our happy childhood of origin stories and side quests is over. The reality (stone?) of us dutifully hitting the bar in our rat cages marked "comic book movie" with our $$$ since 2007 is coming to pass.
Or, as Master Mordo said in a (much better) comic book movie: "The bill comes due."
(Note: I'll try to avoid spoilers)
Too Many Sorcerers...er...Characters
The film opens with....geno…
At first glance (and second, and third) glance, this API doesn't seem to work. It promises to provide asynchronous notifications of state changes to the print objects in the spooler, but how the $#@^ does it work? Let's look at it more closely. (It's defined int he file prnasnot.h, if you've got your sdk handy.
So yeah, let's spend 20 minutes flying around Pandora from Avatar but let's leave off the part that makes the plot work...
"There is such a thing as a tesseract" -- Miss WhatsIt
I'll never forget the day I read Madeline L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time for the first (and thus far only) time. I was in 4th grade--11 years old--and I was in my Aunt Norie's house in Highway 205. My mom dropped me off, and I was alone for hours. I can't remember the occasion exactly, and especially the reason for my solitude, but it didn't matter.
I had a book. I had the book. I had A Wrinkle in Time.
Over the next six or so hours, I devoured the book. I don't remember eating lunch or going to the bathroom. L'Engle created not just a world, but a Universe, a story that spanned a galaxy and plumbed the depth of Love, Light, and Freedom. I talked my poor mom's ear off about the book, then never mentioned it again.