Steven Hawking‘s life proves what we should all know to be true: that intelligence without compassion is meaningless, and that every person who is truly intelligent knows caring deeply for others is the smartest choice a person can make
This is so unbelievably far from being true.
Intelligence sans compassion and empathy is what drives this world. If we care, we limit the possibilities of our minds.
very edgy, anyway i think there’s a sale at Hot Topic right now you might be interested in that
i forgot to mention it here, but i got an invite for the Pillowfort beta!
three fucking guesses as to my username on there and none of them count; it’s pengiesama.
please feel free to add me on there if you’ve got an account!
Pillowfort seems to me like Tumblr and LJ’s lovechild, except with competent and very fandom-friendly administration. it’s a little bit quiet and barren of features for now (being that it’s an invite-only beta…), but i would be very pleased if – when it’s completely up and running – it kills this wretched fucking site and keeps its skin on its office wall as a trophy.
i don’t know when the next round of free signups will be, but they’ll be offering invite codes to everyone who donates $5 or more on their next Kickstarter, so that could be an option for the interested!
in superman adventures #19, there’s a villain named multi-face who can convincingly disguise himself as anyone, even tricking dna tests and x-ray vision. Superman initially can’t stop him
and the only reason he gets caught is because multiface decides to disguise himself as, of all people, CLARK KENT i’m screaming
why do villains always mess up so badly
Clark Kent attending Bruce Wayne’s yacht party where Bruce told Clark to wear his clothes and……
Ta-Da!
Sard borken
calling the people at the party Bruce’s “fake friends” as if he’s Bruce’s only real friend and he’s low key jealous
Okay I absolutely love this comic but I gotta offer a correction because I got the chance to read this recently and the real context is even better:
Clark and Bruce have never met at this point. Clark ended up on this yaught by accident and the people there just assumed he was Bruce Wayne making an entrance because none of them have ever met him. Clark isn’t even Superman at this point, he’s still just a twenty-something from kansas with super powers trying to figure his shit out, and he just stumbles into a billionaire’s yaught party and then foils an assassination attempt on accident.
The best part is that Bruce finds out about this incident bc he obviously has surveilance on the parties he never attends and he’s just completely fucking baffled. I’m pretty sure this incident is why he knows Superman’s secret identity. What a fucking first impression. Absolutely legendary.
This extra context is amazing and makes everything all the more hilarious.
I want to read that what comic/issue/year is that from???
It’s from Superman: American Alien #3 by Max Landis
My stepfather combined “that’s a tough nut to crack” and “that’s a hard pill to swallow” and ended up saying “that’s a tough nut to swallow” and I haven’t functioned properly since i heard him say it
Ford smiled. “Well it’s not every day my favorite niece gets married.”
Mabel pumped her fist. “YES! I AM THE PRIME NIECE!”
He opened his mouth to remind her that they needed to be careful about the gnomes in this part of the forest, then remembered that Mabel not only perfected gnome deflection techniques, she apparently was on a quiz bowl team with Schmebulock at the Skull Fracture.
They walked in comfortable silence for awhile. Ford pointed out some plaidypus tracks that they followed for awhile before conceding defeat; though how a bright red monotreme could disappear in the forest boggled Ford’s mind. Mabel took perhaps a little too much pleasure at nodding and waving at a passing unicorn herd, who ran screaming in terror away from her.
Finally, when they had stopped at a little brook- to take notes and go wading- Mabel said, “So you know Dipper is Henry’s best man, right?”
Ford was proud of himself- he didn’t look up, didn’t stop taking notes, and his voice didn’t waver when he said, “Either you or Stan had mentioned it to me, yes.”
“Oh, okay, good. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t surprised or anything.”
Ford sighed. “Mabel, if you are worried about me creating a scene or starting any unpleasantness at your wedding, I can assure you that I am capable of not only being civil, but I’ve had extensive experience controlling inappropriate emotional responses.”
Mabel arched an eyebrow at him.
Okay, he deserved that one.
“Hey, I think I saw one of those salamanders you were looking for-” She bent over to start digging in the water. As Mabel sifted through the pebbles, she went on. “I know you won’t cause a fuss Grunkle Ford. It’s enough that you’re here this weekend.”
“I…” He didn’t know what to say. Finally, he managed a weak, “I’m just so busy, and you know the boat doesn’t get good reception.”
“FOUND ONE- poot, no that was a leaf. And no, you’re not busy. Well, I mean you are, but really you’re just avoiding Dipper, which means by extension you’re avoiding Stan and me.” A loud splash as Mabel overturned a large rock. “But I get it.”
He was frozen in place, as Mabel rooted in the mud to look for the seven tailed salamanders that lived in this brook.
“What happened to Dipper; it can be as hard on us as it is on him. And not everyone is capable with dealing with it. It took me awhile to accept that but now I get it. I know you still love us both. You’re here, you’re not like, throwing weird holy water at Dipper or anything like that.”
She stood up, now covered up to her shoulders in mud. “Since it’s just us out here, I just wanted to say thank you. I know it probably took a lot for you to come, and I appreciate it.”
The invitation sat on his table unopened for a week, and when he had the gumption to actually open it, it took another three days to pull the letter out, and of course he didn’t talk to Stan for two weeks because that would have meant addressing the matter and-
“I found one!” Two calloused hands suddenly appeared in front of his face, a multi limbed reptile squirming in them.
Ford looked up at the smiling face of his grand-niece, accepting and completely without any guile.
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