I, for one, am delighted that “guy in sharp suit with hot women draped all over him” is being replaced by “guy in sharp suit with hot robots draped all over him”. Clearly much more tailored (hee!) to the discerning modern consumer of haberdashery.
no idea what’s happening here, but I approve
The thing is tho, it’s not ‘hot robot draped over dude’
It’s ‘hot dude draped over robot’
Fuck yes it is. That’s the way to sell a fine piece of hardware to me, dammit.
Are we not gonna mention the chain link headbord on the bed in the background?
The fence we walked between the years Did balance us serene; It was a place half in the sky where In the green of leaf and promising of peach We’d reach our hands to touch and almost touch the sky, If we could reach and touch, we said, ‘Twould teach us, not to, never to be dead.
Ray Bradbury reading his poem “If Only We Had Taller Been”
Happy birthday, Ray Bradbury! So sad we lost you in 2012. To celebrate this amazing writer, here is his poetic ode to exploration.
Every time I watch this, I almost cry.
In November 1971, Ray Bradbury joined Arthur C. Clarke, Carl Sagan and others at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Labs in Pasadena to commemorate the Mariner 9 mission to Mars. Here he reads his poem "If Only We Had Taller Been", an ode to exploration, and a fitting tribute to his legacy as a writer and dreamer. In full above (with a captivated Sagan included) and excerpted below:
O, Thomas, will a Race one day stand really tall
Across the Void, across the Universe and all?
And, measure out with rocket fire,
At last put Adam’s finger forth
As on the Sistine Ceiling,
And God’s great hand come down the other way
To measure Man and find him Good,
And Gift him with Forever’s Day?
I work for that.
Short man. Large dream. I send my rockets forth
between my ears,
Hoping an inch of Will is worth a pound of years.
Aching to hear a voice cry back along the universal Mall:
Me: I JUST REALIZED THAT STEVE ROGERS WAS ALIVE WHEN THE ALL-AMERICAN GIRLS' BASEBALL LEAGUE WAS FORMED AND I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT STEVE ROGERS CHEERING HIS LOUDEST FOR WOMEN'S BASEBALL AND HAVING WORDS WITH PEOPLE BEING DISRESPECTFUL IN THE STANDS I CAN'T STOP HELP HELP H EL p
in the list of characters we didn’t appreciate until we were grown ups ourselves
Look, without our stories, without the true nature and reality of who we are as People of Color, nothing about fanboy or fangirl culture would make sense. What I mean by that is: if it wasn’t for race, X-Men doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of breeding human beings in the New World through chattel slavery, Dune doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the history of colonialism and imperialism, Star Wars doesn’t make sense. If it wasn’t for the extermination of so many Indigenous First Nations, most of what we call science fiction’s contact stories doesn’t make sense. Without us as the secret sauce, none of this works, and it is about time that we understood that we are the Force that holds the Star Wars universe together. We’re the Prime Directive that makes Star Trek possible, yeah. In the Green Lantern Corps, we are the oath. We are all of these things—erased, and yet without us—we are essential.