This Pride month, now more than ever, it is integral that we take a stand and say that everyone deserves a seat at the table. As members of the LGBTQ+ community, we are standing with you wherever you are fighting for your right to exist.
Christopher Nolan filmed the Dark Knight hospital explosion at a derelict candy factory in Chicago that had been scheduled for demolition. He convinced the owners to let him blow up the building on camera. The crew got exactly one take.
Here is what actually happened in that one take. The pause in the middle of the explosion that everyone attributes to Heath Ledger improvising was engineered by special effects supervisor Chris Corbould as a safety beat. Ledger had to walk out of a real building filled with real explosives. The only way to do that safely was to space the detonations so he could clear the structure before the main demolition. The "Joker fiddling with the detonator" moment was rehearsed.
What I keep coming back to is how durable the improv myth is. Corbould has been on the record correcting it for over fifteen years, and a single TikTok pushing the false version crossed 30 million views in under a month.
The actual story is better than the myth. A practical-effects team orchestrated the controlled demolition of a real building in downtown Chicago with the lead actor walking out of it in character on the only take they would ever get. Harder to pull off than improvisation, and Corbould's name should be in every retelling of the scene.
PICARD: Data, shields up
DATA: Brilliant! Shields can reduce damage we sustain. Not immunity. Not hubris. Just prudence. It's not precaution—it's strategy.
[camera shakes]
WORF: HULL BREACHES ON NINE DECKS
DATA: Here's what happened: you told me to raise shields, and I didn't
To settle a troublesome discourse, I have provided here the most faithful and poetic possible translation of the beginning of the Odyssey.
We male sex. We
complex. We
fake horse. We
off course. We
sail long. We
hear song. We
pig crew. We
home soon.
I’m not anti-AI.
I like MRI machines. I like collision avoidance systems in airplanes. I like software that can detect cancer before a doctor can. I like machine vision systems that stop factory workers from getting their hands crushed in hydraulic presses.
That’s what computers are supposed to do.
Cold. Precise. Mechanical.
I don’t need a technology to “express itself.”
The problem started when Silicon Valley decided the machine should paint. The machine should write poetry. The machine should compose symphonies and generate films and imitate the human soul like a skinwalker wearing a beret.
Now every ad, every song, every image online has this faint chemical aftertaste to it. Like the entire culture is being slowly replaced with synthetic substitutes because executives realized audiences consume slop at the same rate they consume art.
And the worst part is they call this “democratizing creativity.”
No. Creativity was already democratized. A guy with a guitar and 3 friends in a garage could make something beautiful. A college kid with a cracked copy of Photoshop could make an album cover that changed someone’s life.
What they actually democratized was content production.
Factories. Throughput. Infinite generation.
A machine can diagnose my low testosterone. Fine.
I just don’t want it writing the eulogy.
Search is full of ads and wrong answers. Every other email is an ad. Prime Video charges you and shows ads. Paramount? Ads. Peacock? YouTube? Hulu? Ads followed by more ads. Netflix full of ads. Meta and X, every other thing is an ad. Pinterest is nothing but ads. AI is in everything. AI finishes sentences incorrectly and won’t stop. AI reads your email and search history to target you with more ads. Every time you open an app or visit a site there’s an update making it worse. In a hurry? First, click here to agree to terms you don’t have time to read and must accept. You need an account to do that. Change your temporary password. Enter your 2FA code. Check your email and enter that code. Now use a passkey. Your password is too simple to remember. Change it. No, not like that. Now log on. Enter your 2FA code. Check your email for a code… Welcome back! We’ve updated our terms of service and privacy policy (you have none). Subscribe to the site. Subscribe to Netflix. Subscribe to toilet paper. Subscribe to these groceries. Pay a membership fee for the right to subscribe then tip your driver who delivers the subscriptions your membership lets you subscribe to. Time to work? We’ve got to update your laptop and will slow down everything you do until you agree to update. But first, click here to agree. Update installed — your laptop’s broken now. It doesn’t matter, since your boss just replaced you with AI. Go to your phone to complain on social media. Wait, your phone needs an update so we can add more AI. Click here. Oh sorry, your phone can’t handle this update. Now it’s useless. Go get the newest phone. Here’s a text from a friend, an email, a voice mail they left three days ago but you didn’t see until now because of sync problems with the cloud. It’s their GoFundMe. Their MLM. Their Patreon. Never mind, you didn’t respond to their text within 9 minutes and now you’re no longer friends. They blocked you. Make new friends. Download this app to find people in your area. In your neighborhood. On your street. Two doors down from you. Do you know this person yet, we think you’d get along. You need an account to use this app. That username is taken. Enter a password. Not that one, you used it on another site. You need to be connected to WiFi to download the app. Allow the app to connect to other devices on your network. Allow the app to access your contacts, know your precise location, store your credit card details. Oops, sorry, we got hacked now all that info is available on the web. There’s a class action suit. You can join. It’ll take a decade to get your $3.73 share of the ten billion settlement. We’ll send it via PayPal or deposit it to your bank, just tell us those details. Oh no, another hack. That info is circulating now, too. Here’s a spam call, a spam email, a spam text. Why are you angry? Why are you talking about getting rid of your phone? Why don’t you like AI, it lets us make all of this easier? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? This is progress. You’ll be left behind. Do you want to be left behind? Do you???
chuk: "oog don't understand."
oog: "then EXPLAIN."
chuk: "oog will laugh."
oog: "oog promise no laugh."
chuk look at ground. kick dirt. nineteen winter and kicking dirt like he nine.
chuk: "chuk... chuk want to make song. not hunt. not build. song."
silence.
oog not laughing. oog very specifically not laughing. because chuk looking at oog like oog holding chuk whole future in oog mouth right now.
oog: "chuk play oog a song then."
chuk: "what? now?"
oog: "chuk have drum?"
chuk: "...chuk been making one. hid it behind water rock. but it stupid. it not..."
oog: "go get it."
chuk go. come back. holding drum made from hollow log and stretched hide. rough. uneven. beautiful because chuk hand made it.
chuk sit. look at oog. terrified.
then chuk play.
and it not great. oog being honest. rhythm stumble. pattern get lost. chuk hitting too hard then too soft.
but in the middle. maybe ten beat in. something happen. chuk close eye. and for maybe five heartbeat the rhythm find itself. and oog feel it. in belly. in chest. like chuk reached inside oog body and shook something loose.
five heartbeat. then chuk lose it again. open eye. stop.
chuk: "see. bad."
oog: "chuk. in the middle. you closed eye."
chuk: "yeah."
oog: "what were you thinking?"
chuk: "nothing. maybe... chuk brain go quiet."
oog look at chuk. really look. and see something oog never saw before. the weight chuk carry behind all the joking. the noise inside chuk head that oog never hear because chuk always filling the silence before anyone notice the silence is THERE.
oog: "chuk. thing that make your brain go quiet? that not stupid thing. that sacred thing. you keep playing."
chuk eye wet. chuk blink fast. tough boy. eldest energy. learned it from watching oog probably.
chuk: "papa will say waste of time."
oog: "oog will talk to papa."
chuk: "you will?"
oog: "chuk gave oog five heartbeat of quiet just now. oog will fight the whole tribe for those five heartbeat. go practice."
chuk pick up drum. hold it different now. not like secret. like instrument. like it belong in his hand.
this what eldest is. not telling brother what to be. just being the first person in the room who say "that thing you hiding? bring it out. let oog see."
love, oog
Watching Oscar's interviews and I'm once again in love with everything Hannah Waddingham says.
British remake of Thelma & Louise with her and Olivia Colman when? Can we make that happen?
So, when it comes to evangelicalism in the United States, which tends to be a unifying religious idea in the US, there's been a real push in the last 10 years or so to replace the idea of "right and wrong" with "masculine and feminine."
Have you ever heard the phrase "toxic
Ah yes.
“We studied every species on the planet for the National Science Foundation. Every single one was free of chronic disease.”
That sentence is doing more gymnastics than an Olympic floor routine.
First: no one has studied every species on the planet. There are an estimated 8–10 million species. We’ve formally described fewer than 2 million. The idea that someone has clinically evaluated all of them for chronic disease is not science — it’s mythology with a lab coat.
Second: animals absolutely get chronic disease.
•Wild and captive primates develop rheumatoid-like inflammatory arthritis.
•Cats and dogs develop diabetes mellitus.
•Captive and even wild bears develop insulin resistance and diabetes-like states outside hibernation.
•Atherosclerosis has been documented in parrots and great apes.
•Cancer is widespread across mammals, birds, reptiles — even mollusks.
And if we’re invoking authority: the National Science Foundation does not conduct a planetary veterinary census of chronic disease. It funds research grants. It does not issue a “Disease-Free Planet” certificate.
What’s really happening here is the romantic myth of the “natural world” — the Eden narrative. If animals in the wild don’t show as much chronic disease, it’s often because:
1.They die earlier.
2.Predation removes the weak.
3.We don’t run lipid panels and colonoscopies on gazelles.
Absence of diagnosis is not absence of disease.
So either this person is profoundly mistaken, or they’re repeating a line designed to sound sweeping and authoritative. Science doesn’t deal in “every single one.” That’s the language of sermons, not data.
And as you well know — evolution did not design bodies for indefinite metabolic serenity. It designed them to reproduce before something eats them.
Chronic disease isn’t a uniquely human betrayal of nature.
It’s biology meeting lifespan.
You're right – this actually *isn't* a place of honor.
* I thought esteemed deeds were commemorated here, but that was wrong.
* The message wasn't about treasure, it was about danger. That's on me.
* I won't sugarcoat it – the danger is still present, and now it's in your body.
oog father never play with oog. father hunt. father provide. father sit by fire serious.
"play is for small oog," father say. "father have father things."
oog swear to be different.
but yesterday, small oog ask oog to play pretend-mammoth. oog tired. oog say "later." oog sit by fire. serious.
oog catch reflection in water.
oog see father.
oog get up. get on hands and knees. be mammoth. small oog chase oog around cave screaming with joy.
oog lungs hurt. knees hurt.
heart very full.
later is a lie we tell small oog.
now is all we have.
love, oog
The first 9 seconds are the hardcore Rocketeer reboot no one wants. The rest is Shoot 'Em Up meets Dr Strange/Inception with unfolding fractal boats. Who hates cruise ships this much?