On the side of the Pyramid, Delia held Erik in place as the Bubble absorbed him, or tried to absorb him. It bubbled and howled as it engulfed the little old man. It blackened like a marshmallow in a fire, but it wasn't hot to Delia's touch. Alfred was panicking but, to his credit, his panic took the form of grabbing Erik's hand and trying to pull him out, rather than just flapping his arms.
"What have you done, Delia! What have you done?" he cried.
The Bubble/Erik/Marshmallow thing stopped struggling and was still. It seemed to shrink into itself before Delia's eyes, becoming more humanlike in stance and shape.
"I. AM. PARADOX," it said.
"Oh," Alfred said. "Good-o." ...continue reading "Clocks and Boxes — Part 49: Ma"
The Ant Man movies are arguably the lightest and least consequential of the Marvel movies. My cards on the table: that's why I like them.
In Ant Man and the Wasp, the stakes are: if the goodies lose, it might result in the death of a character who thus far has only been seen in flashback.* And that's it. Sure, it would be sad if she died, but Gotham City won't burn, Wakanda won't fall into chaos and Alderan won't be destroyed.
The thing is, it's enough. ...continue reading "Review – Ant Man and the Wasp"
It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a shovel may dig a hole in half an hour, but two men with shovels can take up to two hours to perform the same task. First, there is the need to closely examine the area to be dug out. This takes fifteen minutes to half an hour. Following this, there must be a rambling, expletive-filled discussion on hole digging in theory and practice. This takes at least half an hour. After that, a half hour cigarette break is a must, and then we dig the hole which, to the horror of maths teachers everywhere, takes almost exactly the same time to dig as if one man did the work.
Donna sat on a sunny bench outside of the Barbeque Imperium, watching two particular men digging a hole in a garden area next to the carpark. She wasn't watching them in a diet-soft-drink-ad sort of way. She wasn't particularly interested in either of them. It was just that the men leaning on their shovels was the only thing to look at in the carpark. Her attention was momentarily redirected upwards as a superhero flew overhead. Donna sighed at the realisation that it was not Voyager and went back to looking at the workmen.
Donna recognised Christian's voice, but didn't look up. "Hey, Christian."
"Mind if I join you?" ...continue reading "Clocks and Boxes — Part 5: Maths"