always imagining dragons

"Don't you feel foolish trying to make progress when the goal you're working toward is so far away??"

It's not a perfect metaphor--we are not nearly as insurmountably far away from accomplishing environmental goals as the knight in this comic, and every step we take along the way makes the situation significantly better.

Instead of "professor," say "professing person"

Instead of "academic," say "person experiencing academia"

Instead of "conference presenter," say "person hoping for even 1 other person to really listen to their ideas"

Except, before parting ways, he teaches Rocky the basics of the written English (in the book Rocky asks him to and I assume movie!Rocky would want that also), and Rocky runs around the ship pointing his camera thingy everywhere trying to find and read all the words, like an excited child who is learning how to read.

And he sees the board.

And it's funny, at first. He bullies Grace for the messy handwriting. He complains about the lines that are not 100% straight. And then—

"Grace, what C-O-W-A-R-D means, question?"

Stratt: I don’t have the time or emotional capacity to be sad or stressed about this.

Stratt: GRACE!

Grace: On it!

req'd by @legionoftuna

sorry sorry i forgot to warn you about the plane sickness

What if he didn't wake up alone and the crew has to work around Ryland's amnesia and like maybe he over hears a conversation between the two where they distinctly remember Ryland being put in a coma earlier for his safety and they just put two and two together and now they're trying to juggle that massive shitshow of a secret while simultaneously experiencing a very changed Ryland Grace vastly different but oh so similar to when they met him back on earth

Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."