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Pacific Rim/IASIP -> I can totally see Charlie Kelly as the FATHER of Newton Geiszler.

Though there’s a plotline where Charlie is Newt.

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“Smartpills” – story where Charlie received smartpills from Scientist and set out to learn stuff. He begins by studying the rats he mashes, which leads to him receiving a biology degree. From there he widens his research into many other fields and begins collecting PhDs.

1. He’s brilliant and he helps defeat the Kaiju. And then the pills begin to wear off. (It’s small things at first. Forgetting a phone number here or there. Looking at the pages of a book and seeing only a jumble of puzzle pieces. And usully he’s tired, and that’s the excuse he gives for all the little mistakes.

– I’m not stupid. I can read. Stop making fun of me. –

But things happen, as they’re wont to do, and he finally has to recognize that it’s not because he’s tired. It’s not because he’s sloppy or distracted.

The pills are wearing off.

He’s losing that borrowed brilliance. He’s going back to being the dummy. The mocked. The Charlie.)

It made him feel sick to his stomach.

There’s no way he can let Herms or anyone else see what he’s becoming. He doesn’t want to be remembered like that. He wants to be the rockstar scientist god.

Newt gathers up Algernon and packs up the things he can’t do without. He hires movers to clear out the rest of his apartment on his way out of town and hopes they don’t steal too much of his stuff.

He’s always hated being stolen from. It was the thing that had finally had him kick Frank out of his life.

When Frank stole the Waitress from him.

And … Read the rest “FANMETA: Charlie Kelly [IASIP]; Prompts; Pacific Rim”

We’re cleaning out a really disgusting room. We’re not keeping anything from in there. It’s mostly garbage.

Seriously, I’m not risking my life and future health to hold onto some crap I don’t even want. I don’t know how much my life is worth to me, but it’s a lot more than some old ratty Barbie Dolls and the Kid’s precious tub of legos. (Which wouldn’t have been in storage for so long if he really wanted them.)

When I went in that room to clean it, there were all the signs that rats had been in there. All the stuffed animals had been torn into and there were old traces of urine.

I closed the door and didn’t go back.

Rats are serious business. Breathing their dried up poop can make a person really and permanently sick.

I saw that episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation where Hodges was full on geared up to deal with that rat garbage. He listed some really horrible things you can catch from rat feces and urine. NO, THANK YOU.

It was the first time I’d seen someone from the show all dressed up in protective gear like that. The other CSIs walk in to find Hodges treating the rat mess like it’s a super plague, while they’re wearing everyday clothes. He wasn’t about to change just to fit the cool attitude of his co-workers and he told them so. That was cool to me.

In CSI and other police procedural shows, the actors and actresses leave their hair hanging around their faces and sometimes don’t put their gloves all the way on. Meanwhile, in the real world, professionals tie their hair back if it’s needed, wear sensible clothes, and do their own paperwork.

Take the forensic techs in Hot Fuzz for instance. … Read the rest “Rats carry disease”

Beware, as there’s some swearing, but here’s MovieBob’s take on the movie Pixels:

Like for reals, yo. This was my response:

To be honest, I have had zero interest in any of Adam Sandler’s movies for the last few years. He’s gotten too old to play the goofy manchild, and he even seems to be tired of the roles that he’s playing.

Which, logically speaking, would make this the perfect time in his life to reevaluate the scripts that he works on and begin producing a better product. Instead, he keeps grinding out the same overdone garbage, and even as he hates his own movies, he expects that people are going to love them.

It feels like a big F-you to his audience. There is a burningly obvious lack of respect toward the people that keep giving him their money. Seriously, yo, I’d rather spend my money on subpar weed than on another movie that’s going to leave me pissed off and frustrated as I try to slam the pneumatic door of the movie theater.

TL;DR, if I ever watch Pixels it will be on Netflix or something. I’d rather have my nostalgia ruined at home.

I’ve started Turking it.

What’s that? you ask. Well, it’s a microjob program run by Amazon called the Mechanical Turk. It’s basically our incentive to see ourselves as single processes in an otherwise cosmic-level machine. It’s humbling, yet soothing at the same time.

We are a solid state entity. We breathe together and move together as one single will.

Yet when you draw close, there are a million tiny universes being born and dying in the blink of an eye. And in that brief flash of light, there’s a whole life spooling out untethered, a lashing photocosm of ecstatic living done by a being that doesn’t realize quite how small it is. It lives, breathes, and dies; and somewhere in there, amongst all of the pain and joy and mindless wondering, a job is performed and a change ripples outward, adding to the outcome, the Plan. Everything we do is somewhat preordained, it’s only the getting there that’s considered free will.

I like to tell myself that what I do has some meaning.

I hate to think that I waste my time performing largely mindless tasks for $0.50 a pop.

To be honest, I’m not that enthused about being in the freelance job market. I don’t mind working and I don’t mind being paid money, but there’s some part of me that will always like having some idea of what to do. Work isn’t something I want to think about. It’s a task I want to perform as quick and clean as possible, with no one yelling at me and none of the sense of guilt that screwing up on the job brings.

I hate to disappoint anyone.

There’s something nice about Turking. It’s soothing and monotonous. It quiets something inside me that I’ve never been able to … Read the rest “Is it weird to treat mTurk like it’s a reverse-freemium game?”

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