Review: The Amazing Spider-Man [Spoilers, kind of, not enough to ruin the movie in my opinion]
First off, I’m a fan of Spider-Man. The whole nerdy kid gets super powers and becomes confident and self-reliant as a tale of coming into adulthood etc etc., speaks to everyone at some point of your life or another. He is, if not my favorite, one of my top 3 super heroes. And before I begin I’m going to say that this is my opinion, I don’t know what you’re experience is going to be like and I don’t expect everyone to agree with me.
Here’s the thing, everyone knows who Spider-Man is, he’s in comic books, TV, hell even had 3 movies made about him a couple of years back (unfortunately it had to be 3). There really is no need to do an origin story about him, wimpy kid in highschool gets bitten by radioactive/mutated spider, almost dies, gets super powers, bumbles awkwardly at first, then decides he can use his smarts and newly acquired abilities to fight crime. Oh, and “with great power comes great responsibility”. Boom, easy right? You don’t need to spend 45 minutes to an hour to show that. You got a budget to develop a great new engaging story and you waste it on giving us the same crap we already know about; it’s really something you can do in a montage or flashbacks. Flashbacks and montages are a very comic-booky thing to do, specially when you want to tell a new story about a well-established character.
The good thing is, if you’re expecting a funny and chatty Spidey, you’re in for a bit of a treat, not too much though, unfortunately. Unlike in the comic books, where he does not quit and blathers on into annoying heights to such a degree that it breaks his enemies and throws them off their game and into a rage; the movie does not portray this aspect of him as much as it should have. However he’s still fun and funny.
That aside the movie starts off slow, oh god it’s slow, the first third maybe half of the gruelingly long movie shows us a young Peter still with his parents, but it doesn’t establish a relationship with them or even much dialogue, there’s maybe three lines and that’s not until maybe 10 minutes in. Then they quickly establish the classic Uncle Ben and Aunt May, solid, I guess, but come to think about it, they don’t really interact with Peter much, they’re just sort of forgotten, even after (BIG SPOILER DURR) Uncle Ben’s death, he’s just sort of tossed into the discard pile like many other characters, maybe to explore in the future? I’ll come back to this later.
Curtis Connors, a very well known Spider-man, pseudo-ally/antagonist. The lizard isn’t well established, is it a dual personality or does Connors really lose his marbles after drugging up? He becomes this insane monster obsessed with the perfection of the human race, but this clearly contradicts his motive at the beginning where he tries his hardest to stop the Indian Man from going to the VA and stabbing a bunch of people with the serum. I mean, he literally wants to do the exact same thing later on in the movie, but on an even bigger scale. The script needed another once-over just because of that. And if he was so smart and had so many resources, I’m sure he could have upgraded the Obvious doomsday device to cover the whole city, raising the stakes a little bit.
Obvious doomsday device, about a half hour into the movie we spot this thing, Connors explains that it’s obviously dangerous and could murder a bunch of people if say someone were to break the delicate glass box it’s placed in, load it up with, fuck I don’t know, anthrax or some shit and fire it. Yet, it’s there, sitting in the lab, in your face.
The Indian Man, seriously, I can’t remember his name, if he had one, he was in the movie through about the first maybe three acts, became this obvious tool of the corporate machine and then was just removed via possible death, I’d odd how Spider-man saved the kid but not the Indian Man from the cars hanging off the bridge. And what was he going to do, sneak into the VA and start stabbing people with the serum? Fucking weird.
Since I’m on the subject of the bridge and the kid Spidey saves, his father becomes almost this amazing deus ex crane-operator at the end of the movie. I’ll explain. The guy goes away at the end of maybe the second or third act, after he thanks Spidey for saving his kid and asking him who he is… really? I mean… ugh whatever.
Then towards the climax of the movie Spider-man has been shot, oh god, more like grazed, and can’t climb and swing properly, the lady in the news helicopter points this out in case the audience is retarded; and it’s apparent that he won’t make it in time to stop the Lizard from… Climbing the Oscorp building? Honestly? Why was it obvious to everyone that Spidey HAD to make it across town, I’ll never know.
Either way, the guy, Crane-Dad, I’m going to call him, is at his office, at maybe 11pm at night… Uh, I’ve been to NY, they don’t usually do construction at night, but let’s ignore that for the sake of the upcoming pants-shitting/what-the-fuck-inducing/deus-ex-machina moment in the works.
Crane-Dad calls up his buddies, apparently all the crane operators are awake and working at this hour and there just so happens to be a lot of construction going on all the way up 6th to line up a dozen or more cranes so Spidey may swing his way to the Lizard. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I was laughing, out loud, the epic music, the cranes turning in near unison, the spotlight lining up on Spidey, the people in the theater giving me looks like I was on medication. SERIOUSLY? The audience was as stupid as they were expected to be, they just sat there and ate it up in silence, fuck.
Now for something a bit more serious, I’m not an expert on police protocol, but I know a couple of things. You know, like if you don’t have a weapon or are threatening the officer in any way they will not usually DRAW A GUN on you, maybe pepper spray at most (all officers carry it), hell maybe a tazer. Here’s the thing, in the first half of the movie, at some point a traffic cop and, according to the Officer in charge, 37 more of NY’s Finest, show up to stop Spidey. The traffic cop, pulls a gun on Spider-man, who is obviously unarmed, and the car thief is Obviously incapacitated. And as soon as he feels like it, he empties the clip on Spidey, who makes no overt threats or movements, and was, up to that moment, complying with the officer. Jebuz, WHAT?
They have an outright firefight after the poor webslinger. Fuck me, what’s wrong with these people? I get we’re supposed to feel connected and that he’s being wrongly persecuted, but that’s just excessive… that’s the word actually, excessive use of deadly force! Then soon the magically have electro-bullets or tazer rounds, and go Spidey hunting, it’s kind of nuts. Think about it, where does this crap come from, and why is it being used so excessively?
Hell SWAT opens up full automatic fire with M16s (or M14s, I can’t tell because it was about 16 officers doing it at once) on the Lizard, a monster that up until recently was thought to be a myth or just hogwash, in the street, which had been magically cleared of people as if someone knew he was going to emerge nearby.
In all seriousness, go watch the movie, it’s by no means bad. But if you were expecting something of high caliber or that has respect for it’s audience, you’re in for a bad time. If you’re looking for a fun summer flick, and to see Spidey be a little more like the comics than the previous incarnation, you’ll enjoy it.
Now, the goodies.
-Did I like it? Yes, it was not terrible, and worth my money, but it was a bit insulting though not to the point of shouting Betrayal! at the screen. It needed some work.
-Was it entertaining? Yes, it was very entertaining, and holds a very high value.
-Was the writing good? Heh, no, the script needed some work, Spidey needed more funny lines. Same with some of the other actors, maybe Peter narrating as he usually does would have been good, as long as it wasn’t sappy.
-Was it visually appealing? Oh yeah, it’s well shot and the views are impressive, the CGI isn’t over the top. However there’s a big problem with the CGI, it’s inconsistent, specially as far as the Lizard is concerned.
-Was it well made overall? No, sadly, it could have been a better product, specifically that bit with the cranes at the end, ugh, really? Test audiences must have been laughing at it and the ones running the test must have mistakenly jotted it down as a good thing; in the best of cases, otherwise they just think the audience is stupid, which is insulting.
-Were the actors good and well selected? Yes, absolutely, the new Spidey pulls off a good American accent (he’s got a British one naturally), but he tries too much to do the NY thing. Emma Stone as a natural blond playing Gwen was brilliant. Flash Thompson was fantastically selected and played, it was well cast in majority.
-Is it worth watching? Yes, if you’re not going to take it too seriously or expect it to be all it was advertised to be, it’s not terrible, but it’s not great; It’s got entertainment value at the very least.
So originally I put up my tumblr to rant and philosophize, and maybe even post some poetry or photography, but it turns out my life is busy and full of strange turns.
I’ve decided to give some thought to becoming a reviewer, but base myself entirely on my interests groups. For now I’ll give it a try. Though I watch anime, I’ll avoid it, since it’s the crowd’s a little zealous and much too strange and diverse.
I’ll review movies, TV series and cartoons as I watch them, hopefully as they come out if I have the money for it or if there’s a request to do so. I do promise to do research, back up my reasoning and deconstruct them as much as possible to simple things like: -Did I like it? -Was it entertaining? -Was the writing good? -Was it visually appealing? -Was it well made overall? -Were the actors good and well selected? -Is it worth watching?
These seem simple enough to go by and I’ll try and produce a review a week or so.
If you have advice or requests, please feel free to let me know; I know my opinion is just that, but sometimes it’s nice to know if someone agrees with you for the right reasons, or not ;p
I’ll be honest, I approached Ultimate Spider-man with a bit of a bias. Taking into consideration the insanity of the Ultimate Marvel universe and previous Spider-man tv series.
Turns out it’s great!
Okay, I’ll start by taking a look at the art style, plot, fight-scenes and overall experience.
The first thing I notice when I look at Spider-man is the color, he’s red, he’s blue, the city is bright and somewhat cheery in the day, and dark, almost harsh and unforgiving at night. It’s been my experience visiting Manhattan in several occasions and it’s one of the most memorable things about it. Spidey himself is a bright and charismatic-looking teen (yes, teen, as in high-school) and this shows up during the entirety of the first few episodes. Everything is bright, colorful, almost as if there was never any intention of the series being serious and dark. This is good, it’s a different envisioning of one of my favorite heroes and given the setting it’s actually fitting, though I wish it would express more dark and broodyness; I digress, the style is very apt with little deformity and though the series is a little slap-stick it only adds rather than takes away from it.
About 9 episodes in and there’s still not much of a plot to speak of. Sure there stuff brewing in the background, but it doesn’t have much to do with the heroes yet, other than knowing that Spidey is being targeted for something. The team still doesn’t seem to have it together and this is okay, but the constant bickering should have died down a little by now. The team aspect of having Spidey with a bunch of other like-teens is interesting, though Nova is portrayed as a raving idiot and White Tiger is nothing short of an egotistical bitch, everyone else seems well balanced and adjusted to being a super-powered crimefighter in training. I’m not so sure the whole Shield thing is anything short of a plot-device and the constant random appearances of other famous Marvel heroes, particularly Avengers seems to be a gimmick. As always Spidey is full of bad puns and tends to run at the mouth, which is enjoyable and funny; but the cut-aways to speak to the audience are a little strange and makes it seem like more of a kids show than anything for fans.
The fights are great, both heroes and villains fight taking their environment into account, the background isn’t simply painted on like in old cartoons. The moves are sometimes complex and benefit from an HD viewing. Each hero has a distinct style which is maintained and used efficiently and in an entertaining fashion.
Overall, it’s a fun series with a demographic that spans from pre-teens to adults, though its gimmicky screenplay and slapstick comedy might not appeal to the more hard-core fans.
Shadowbane - The blade of light, a flawless greatsword made entirely out of translucent glass shone with an inner warmth and radiance like that of Dannan, the sun, himself. The hilt, crafted out of a metal that was light and indestructible, but beautiful as polished platinum boasted an design that was elegant and intricate with lines of gold around the handle. It was placed high atop the tallest mountain in the realm of shadow. From there it shone down upon the realm bringing light as hope to it’s denizens. The blade shines a light that can be seen for miles when wielded by someone worthy of it, this light can only be covered by a sheath made of obsidian and void, legends speak of such a sheath but crafting it seems to be outside the possibility of mortals. It has gone missing and it’s current whereabouts are unknown.
Voidbringer - The blade of darkness, a bastard sword with a hilt made of a blood-red starmetal embossed with dark purple lines of amethyst, the blade itself seemingly transparent but when examined closely shows a view through everything and straight into the void of space, ignoring earth, metal, stone, bone and flesh, it always shows the night sky as if seen outside without light. It was placed in the lowest and darkest cavern in the fey realm, from there it seated on it’s obsidian stone it works as a portal that brings forth terrors from the void, to remind the denizens of the realm to always be ready, for madness and chaos are as dangerous as any beast. The blade has remained untouched since it’s creation and it’s location remains guarded by unspeakable horrors that have reached the world from the remnants of the first fallen dark one.
Bedwyr - The blade of heroes, a longsword of made out of the strongest steel Dannan could create was fitted with a hilt of the same material and embossed with an edge and details made out of diamond, an impossible shape to recreate naturally or artificially, it boasted an intricate knot where the blade met the hilt and a hollow handle. It was given to a young man from the first races with the hopes that it be passed on to a hero worthy to maintain peace in the world and maybe even seal the rift into chaos once and for all. Those who have wielded the sword have benefited from lives that span into the centuries and even millennial, unnatural charisma and uncanny luck. It is said that heroes who have wielded Bedwyr for a just cause can hear the voices of past heroes or even the voice of Dagda herself while the blade is in their hands, the hollow hilt is said to hold a part of their souls intact in case the chaos should arise and all life be destroyed. If wielded by someone unworthy it simply becomes an unnaturally good longsword of masterful crafting, tarnished by time and with beautiful green-blue patterns throughout it’s body.
It was Dannan’s will that the blades be reunited in the fight against the madness beyond, but scripture and men are unreliable, so it is unknown if anyone knows of their existence, much less their true purpose; they are keys that can lock the realm of chaos away from the other realms, possibly for eternity. Dannan and Dagda could commune with a hero who wields the blade for a just cause, but only on the night of the red mood or the day of darkness, lunar and solar eclipses respectively.
The Blades of Trinity - Part 3 - The Blades of the Realms
The mortals were uninteresting, they were all the same and simply stood in worship and awe at their creators. Dagda, drained of the task, took form of the moon, to ever watch over the mortals, but she slept as her power waned.
Dannan saw her endeavor and watched over them as the sun. The other pantheos could not stand for such generic creatures so they created beasts and gave the mortals individualism; each was unique and each had something special.
Dannan agreed, they still needed something. Automatons were simple and uninteresting, they were peaceful and all was good, until it happened, a piece of malice awoke with the world, it was, after all, made from a fallen one. It spread across the land and when the pantheos next awoke it had happened, it was like a miracle, each of the mortals was, somehow, special, they worked, the loved and they created. They destroyed and warred, but they also did something none of the pantheos ever could by themselves, they died.
Death had come to the world, but it was a blessing. It gave the mortals something the pantheos had never felt before, hope. Hope that someday one would rise among them to seal the rift and the madness away forever, to destroy fear itself, if it was possible, they could do it.
Dannan was ran out of power. He took a drop of blood from the creature that had become his brother, one from Ptolemaious when she died and one from Dagda and mixed them with his own and what was left of his power. He forged three blades and sent each to a realm; Light from Ptolemaious to the Shadows, so they would never forget what light looked like even in the darkest of times. Darkness from the shadows to the Fey, so they would ever be ready for the chaos that could consume them at any time. And the last he gave to a young boy to watch over the world as he and Dagda slept.
The evil that stood before Dannan had broken the wall. The void was no longer infinite, at the edge stood a precipice that spiraled endlessly into madness. The closer one stood and the longer one stared into it the more broken and disturbed one became. It was pure anarchy, chaos.
Dannan imbibed the soul of his fallen brother, fearing that creature to return, to keep the madness from spreading. More orbs were formed, but Dannan cast them out into the shadows, fearing these orbs might be tainted, this became the realm of shadows.
Ptolemious, the youngest of the pantheos witnessed Dannan drinking his brother’s soul but could not bare to tell anyone. As Dannan approached her and before he could explain she took her own life and confined her soul to the realms of light so that none of the other pantheos could gain her power. The realm sealed itself behind the veil like the shadow realm, the were known as the fey lands, where magic and life runs rampant with Ptolemious will and soul.
Dannan could not stand there existing things such as the dark ones, but having absorbed the entirety of another pantheos into himself, he was more than they could handle by themselves. They came at him hoping to suppress or destroy him, but it was no good, they weren’t equals. Dannan banished each of them to the darkness of the nine hells.
Dagda understood how difficult it was to have his brother die so she stayed by his side and the pantheos still left after the war were given equal parts of Dannan’s power. It was to keep the realm safe from the madness beyond the void. They never really believe it to be real, but they had a purpose and a duty now, it was more than any of them could ever hope for.
Dadga hoped to give birth to a new savior, with her body and power she created the world and gave life to creatures in it, mortals.
The Blades of Trinity - Part 1 - Origin of the Gods
Dannan and Dagda play eternally in the sky, chasing each other for eternity. The sun, lightbringer and creator, Dannan. And the moon, the nightmantle and watcher of the realm of dreams, Dagda.
Millenia ago, there existed the elders, fewer in number than the pantheos, but much more cunning and devious. They sought after the happiness and peace that the pantheos enjoyed. The pantheos, you see, were able to take physical form and walk the earth, meet, speak, love. The elders however could not, their purpose was set in motion by the celestial architecture. The elders existed outside reality, not in another plane as we know it, but in the cracks between. In an entirely different existence, alien even to planes and the pantheos. From there they watched, it was all they could do for their time had passed and not yet come again. The pantheos knew not of their existence, for they were young and naive.
Time passed and the pantheos grew bored of their state. There was nothing and even though the oldest, Dannan, knew there was a purpose for them, in time, the others would not listen. As their patience weened one of them had an idea, an idea that would bring about change and the beginning of the new cycle; an idea born out of too much contemplation of the infinite darkness of space, loneliness. Fear.
Not fear of anything or anyone, but an older and much more unintelligible fear, that of the unknown. This fear drove him mad and he secluded himself away from the rest for centuries, madness grew in him. It festered at the deepest part of his ego and ate at him from the inside. Visions of death and decay rotted his existence and then he learned of the truth, the horrors locked away in the cracks, how not only they had been there the whole time, but how they had been watching, waiting. He tried to escape and bring warning to the rest of the pantheos, but it was too late, he had seen enough and it broke him.
When he returned from his self-exile he was welcomed by the rest. Dannan did not trust him, he had changed, but no one seemed to notice and they were immortal and indestructible so even distrust was short-lived among them; or so they thought. He, the dark one, told the others of his adventure, the depths he had explored and that he reached a realization. If they could exist, could they not create? But none of them could, their power was temporary at best, and for entertainment if anything.
The dark one pushed his madness on his most trusted ones, he, now they sought to gain more power, but how? They existed in void, there was nothing to take from, except the others…
They slayed their brother, and soon saw how power ebbed from his corpse, it was coming together again, so they did the unspeakable, they consumed his blood, his soul. His body withered and without lifeblood or soul it took shape and burned away. The dark ones reveled in their power, they could create, as the others could not, the balance had been upset.
Dannan witnessed the scene as the dark ones took form and left. The corpse of his brethren lay asunder in the empty sky, it was light. Smoke billowed forth and the specs coalesced into enormous orbs, orbs of light and earth. Dannan cried, and as his tears swept through the void water fell on the earth. Dannan would not stand for this, this horrid feeling that had been created, death.
Dannan went to the first, the dark one, he had gone farther out than anyone before, to the edge of the void and stood there watching over nothingness. As Dannan approached the dark one turned. Shock and horror filled Dannan’s spirit, the dark one was no longer, his brother had passed and this thing was not him anymore. An indescribable monstrosity, eyes and mangled limbs had taken form, puss-filled orbs rolled in and out of existence on it’s putrid skin, some breaking off and floating into the void.
The first word was said. A word not of anger or hatred, but of sorrow and pity. The word was enough to ablate the creature, it was no longer a patheos it was something else, something older, raw evil.
I don’t particularly seem myself as a very good person. Sure I’m nice and I try to treat everyone the same, which gains me some respect from those who thinking that nobody respects them. But I’m not really, at least not purposefully, treating them specially. Kids tend to like me because of this, they want to be treated like everyone else. But honestly, I don’t like kids, they are messy and frankly most are kinda boring even after many parents think they have the best or smartest kids ever.
I think that most people are well on their way to ruin, and I do try to help them and give them advice, but I think maybe only two people have ever taken the advice. Is it so difficult to admit that someone else might know more than you?
College has been difficult for me, I’m not learning for some reason, no matter how many exercises or practice tests I do, I get to the actual exams and do terribly, not even knowing how to answer the questions and equations. There’s more and more pressure every time, I’m close to graduating, but there’s still so much. My hypertension is pretty bad, but sometimes I feel like there’s nothing in front of me. I can’t imagine the future, it’s just blank. The past is there, but it’s not really affecting me any more than it has before, in fact, I’m sure I don’t actually factor the past into my decisions anymore, I’ve become someone else already and this me can’t see a future. It’s depressing.
Happiness has usually come in the way of companionship or even just busywork, fun or fulfilling short term goals to keep me occupied. And it’s been fulfilling, but now it’s boring, everything. I’m single and it’s boring, I go out on a date (if I can find one) and it’s not as fun as it used to be. I go out to a movie and it’s just okay. Food doesn’t excite me anymore, even my cat is just kinda there.
I can’t find the joy I used to in things I liked. I suppose that’s the queue for a lifestyle change, but to what? I’ve done the perceptive introvert, the smooth extrovert, the smartass, even the nice guy and the asshole. Nothing seems to fit me. Who am I? What is the right mix of this and that that makes me both stable and happy? Should I just live for other people? Living for me is selfish, and there’s no point to it if I do it alone. There’s nobody else because nobody I’ve met so far is understanding or willing to compromise.
I suppose I’ll keep trying to find something that gives me meaning. Or is it someone I’m supposed to be waiting for? Some great event?
There was one time I was really happy, and didn’t care, it wasn’t long ago, around last year, I remember I went out on the town with Cherie, it was actually fun, like the kind of fun that until today I want to have again. I guess it’s time to go out and do something, I’m getting hammered next week. Would anyone like to join me?
Angel R. Llera Padro Here’s a couple of points 1. Including contraceptives in insurance for women as part of an overall health program is okay, it’s better than okay, it’s great. 2. It does NOT come from your tax money, don’t go the roundabout way, this will not work. 3. The church is against it? Big deal, separation of church and state, they don’t even pay taxes, get over it, it’s a right and if you’re against it you’re within your right to turn it down, in fact, go ahead and turn down every insurance, you should since you’re against most of it. 4. Some women actually need it to stay alive, stay regular and keep a normal daily life, but since this doesn’t affect you you’re attacking it, so fuck off.
Angel R. Llera Padro Yeah, and I love it how they complain about not having paid maternity leave in the US, but they don’t want their contraceptives paid for either, it’s fucked up. Contraception is keeping the world from being flooded by retards and poverty; because overpopulation and uneven wealth distribution lead to poverty.
Daniel Beaver Do they not understand what life was like before contraception? The only thing keeping the population in check was high infant mortality and short lifespans. People just had baby after baby after baby until they didn’t have enough food to feed them all. Starvation and disease kept it in check. Contraception allow individuals and families to plan their lives, and ensure the health and happiness of their children. The alternative was starvation or infanticide. Modern religious conservatives are utterly blinded by the happy bubble they live in, a bubble made possible by contraceptives.
Daniel Beaver Also: don’t confuse this with the abortion debate. There is a real moral debate to be had there. But contraception? Give me a fucking break. That’s like arguing about the morality eyeglasses.
Angel R. Llera Padro I agree with that. So you use contraception, you shouldn’t be judged because you like to have fun, in fact you’re being responsible for it. Whereas preaching about abstinence and judging others is like a diabetic that doesn’t let people around them have sugar because he can’t according to his doctor.
And look, I’m all for the rights of the religious. Stuff like what’s going on in France and Switzerland is bullshit, and even Catholics have some real grievances. I do understand their issue with having to directly support something they don’t agree with, but… that has been addressed.
But what the Catholics in America are advocating is to place barriers in front of people who want birth control. Whether those people are Catholic or not is beside the point - the church should NEVER be able to control your actions.
It occurs to me that not many people like me. It has been bothering me less over the years until just recently I realized that I cared a little too much.
As it turns out I’m a very grateful person. I’m thankful for having a fun job (though we’re about to close the store and that’s about to be over). I’m thankful to my best friends Jonathan, Michael and Samarie for coming into my life and making it better in many many ways. I’m thankful for all my ex-girlfriends and people I’ve dated; Rose, Natalia, Alina, Andrea, Erica, Nicole; though some were just immature or just insufferable bitches with ‘issues’. Those experiences made me realize how much I like not having to deal with the certain issues and what kinds of experiences I absolutely love; but more importantly how to go about seeking out happiness.
I’m indescribably grateful to my friends, Daniel, Leonardo, Adam, John, Diego, Reinaldo, Hedzer, Ji-Young, Miguel, Mario, Nemesis, Iliaris, Cherie. Along with many other acquaintances and people I know. Because of you, I’m able to carry on every day and strive to learn from them.
I’ve also come to realize that I’ve done a lot over the years, photography, poetry, programming, tennis, gaming, building things, collecting things, drinking, dancing, singing, playing music… and many many more things that have made my life full and will continue to do so in great ways.
Which is why I must stop to say Thank You to everyone before I forget this.
Now, I recently realized I’ve done a lot for these people in my life, and I hate to be selfish because I’ve never really needed much, I’m not saying I have a lot of money or anything mind you, but I feel as if not many people have ever done things for me. Sure, I don’t ask many favors or anything like that, correct me if I’m wrong. I don’t think I ask for a lot from my friends. What I’m getting at, is I realize life is unfair sometimes, well most of the time really, but does that justify us being unjust? I’m on time for work, for dates, for activities, for parties. I attend when I say I’m going to attend. I go out of my way to wake up in the middle of the night to help someone change a tire without saying: “you owe me one” or anything like that. I don’t change plans last minute. And I don’t suddenly cancel because something else came up leaving my friends with nothing to do.
Would it be unreasonable of me to request that my friend act the same towards me? Not all of them of course, some have never ever failed me, and some have had good reasons to do what they did whenever whatever happened.
But can I ask for a little respect? A call? A reply to my texts? Being on time or apologizing for being late? Maybe just showing up at all when they say they are going to show up?
I feel almost embarrassed, a terrible remorse for asking such a thing from some people I consider my friends.
I know I’m a terrible person, and I have my own skewed opinions of how things are. But I do listen to everything other people say, I do remember everything. I might seem be to unpleasant, but I’m not, I rarely ever am mad, I’m passionate, but I don’t mean to be mean, not on purpose.
I also realize that I try to enforce some behaviors in people, but it’s only because I’m truly convinced that there are things that people should never do, for their own good, like: being a hypocrite being a liar not following their dreams settling for less than they deserve spread themselves thin over improbable goals being unreliable to your friends
So, I guess what I’m getting at is. If you consider me your friend;
and I ask you to not take this at face value, to go ahead and think of any time I’ve let you down without an acceptable excuse or apology. To think of any time I’ve never showed up when you needed me. To remember whenever I haven’t been on time or lied about something.
And let me know if it’s unreasonable of me ask one thing of you, just one,
Could you treat me with the same respect I do to you?
My happiness doesn’t depend on it, I figure it would be selfish of me to have this be a request, so don’t consider it such. Just think if it would make you a better you.
In the event that this turns out to be irrelevant to you, or you just don’t care. Thanks for reading, I appreciate you taking the time out of your day for my mad ramblings.
“I realize that I treat my friends a lot better than they treat me.
And this bothers me.
But then I remember that they are insignificant and I am a god.
That I will live forever and they will simply fade away.
Then I feel better about myself.”—badgerfish
Machiavelli:So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates:Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida:Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada:Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary:Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Nietzsche:Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North:National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner:Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung:The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre:In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein:The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein:Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle:To actualize its potential.
Buddha:If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell:It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali:The Fish.
Darwin:It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson:Because it could not stop for death.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe:The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway:To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg:We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume:Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson:'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic:What road?
Ronald Reagan:I forget.
John Sununu:The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx:You tell me.
Mr. T.:If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau:To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain:The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard:It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea:To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer:So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth:To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather:I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats:Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake:To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Dr. Johnson:Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher:This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet:There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde:Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka:Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift:It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth:To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead:Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud:An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet:That is not the question.
Donne:It crosseth for thee.
Pope:It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable:To get a better view.
Yeats:She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley:'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien:Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
Wow, that was a very eloquent reply. It was about a paragraph but it was drenched in value. Thank you! Did you study philosophy? I need to familiarize myself with more philosophers, because the only exposure i get to philosophy is through observation and drawing up my own mental conclusions.
Without dialogue philosophy is impossible, it may lead to self delusion. At least that’s Plato’s view on Dialectic. I’m studying computer engineering with a minor in philosophy, but philosophy is my passion. One must be open to accepting that one’s view of the world is incorrect in order to do philosophy, knowing that this does not mean that the other person’s view might be right either.
I should post more often ;)
Really, what sparked my interest in philosophy was sheer luck and a Professor of mine named Anderson Brown (he has a blog, you can look it up ;p).
it's pretty interesting, the comment you made on the mind > matter post. I think it's mind over matter in the sense that your mind has the power over a situation... nothing is too difficult for the mind to exercise its power over. But then again, no entity exists on its own.. well it exists but it's power cannot be highlighted without its opposing pair. Oh God, i'm back in my conclusionless loop haha. What's your take?
hehe Well I’m mostly an existentialist, I believe that choice is the most important thing, making a choice that is, not sitting there mulling it over forever. But on the mind/body problem, which is a real philosophical issue, Plato proposed it in such a way that mind is above matter, closer to “The Good”, the source of light and warmth of the worth. Which is why mind is above matter, being closer to a purely rational being. Matter, or body is just stuff, the closer we are to being ruled by our primal pleasures the farther away from a perfect rational being we are. I don’t believe this is true. My view comes closer to Aristotle’s “substance”, in which our mind, body and soul, (soul being a subset of mind) are a combination of mind and body; know of substance. without one, the other is nothing. This non-reductive materialism is a more appealing idea than the total reductive materialism we adopt from Democritus, whom believed that the world was a purely physical thing made only of atoms (small particles, not Bohr’s model as we know today).
I will begin with saying that if you’re an Ace Combat fan, you shouldn’t put money down on this game unless you’re also a masochist.
That aside, the game has great art direction and the immersion factor is never lost throughout the entirety of the story. It’s great aesthetically and brings some interesting mechanics to life that make it fun and exciting to play.
It has great graphical and visual appeal. The aesthetics and style are flawless. Unlike other Ace Combat games where the story is questionable at best and usually always confusing. This game starts out with a simple premise, you’re a pilot, american, and you’re fighting an enemy, and that’s as far as it goes.
There’s still a lot to be desired from the story, who are you fighting, and why? Who IS this pilot? Does he have PTSD or are the dreams just residual weirdness? Too many unexplained questions right at the start, which brings down the value of the plot all together.
Unfortunately the game ramps up difficulty to insane levels as you play through, the missions start out normal enough and about half way through they become frustratingly difficult. To the point that the final mission is nearly impossible and inspires pure rage in the players.
The controls are tempered to an Ace Combat game with an additional mode called “Optimal” which basically turns the fun of flying a plane into something a monkey could do. Left being left, and Right being right, rather than your normal left being roll-left and then needing to pull back on the stick to actually turn. It makes the game easier, but is this really something that belongs in an aircraft combat game?
At the very end you are served with a “Score” which you have no idea what it stands for but it unlocks certain things for future playthroughs, which I’m very sure there will not be many.
Sure the visuals are stunning but the controls to enter obligatory modes of combat are incredibly difficult to use, tapping both bumpers while accelerating/decelerating and keeping an eye on your speed plus looking out for a little arrow that Might show up for half a second while dodging missiles, gun-fire and bursting flares; it’s a bit TOO MUCH for anyone, even Ace Combat veterans (I looked it up, and I’ve played almost every AC game out there).
Also the game features a lot of Quick-Time Events, which are mostly pointless, particularly the last one (don’t miss it, it’s the best one ever; note: sarcasm). They do not help or hinder, they’re just there.
Don’t buy this game if what you’re looking for is a fun experience. It’s torturous how difficult it is even on the normal setting, and the amount of stress that you have to go through by playing it is reason enough to NOT shell out 60$ for a 6 hour campaign (which can easily turn into 12-16 hours with the insane amount of replaying you will have to do; don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m good at this game, or that you’re bad, I’m saying it’s a fact: YOU WILL DIE A LOT).
Final words: It’s a terrible game that looks pretty.
The darkness being represented as non-existence is adequate in my opinion. Same as with the light being the ultimate source of organization, it is perfectly logical to take both of these into account when coming up with the “cave” as a projection of one’s life. However there is a breakdown between what is exiting the “cave” and coming back into it. If the cave is supposed to represent one’s life and reaching the exit is reaching enlightenment, but also the end of one’s life. Then wouldn’t everyone have their own individual caves with varying lengths? Moreover why would someone reach enlightenment only to return to the darkness and start once again. Rather than a cave exit, it seems only like a bright bonfire, lit part-ways through. So instead of reaching death, you’ve simply gained a bit of knowledge, but are nowhere near the end of the cave which would represent ultimate enlightenment, or “the Good”.
These arguments aside, I agree with Plato’s envisioning of a world being led by those with the highest potential for rationality. It at least portrays a just vision of society, utopist, but brilliant. Just because life is unfair, does not mean with have to be unjust. Hence education should be ubiquitous and knowledge should be shared until it is as well.
—— I should post more stuff from when I’m NOT completely stoned out of my gourd.