1. Ouch. 2. You're supposed to ask a question.

I'll be the hero.

What was happening at the moment in your life where (so far) you've been the most sure you were gonna die?

I watched it the other night too, and noticed a few things:

• Doc's demonstration with the model "fails" when the miniature Delorean rolls off the table and lights the oily rags on fire. This distracts us from the question of what does he think "success" is going to look like? Was the little car supposed to travel back in time when Marty jolted it with the car battery? Then what the fuck was the point of the car battery? ...what?

• Remember that over-the-top moment when the Libyan guy ducks into the van and comes back with a rocket-launcher? Remember Marty's response — after "holy shit" — when he says "let's see if those bastards can do ninety"? Isn't the issue actually whether or not that rocket can do ninety? It's never been totally clear to me; at that moment, does Marty plan on the time machine working? No, right? So, yeah, this is insane.

• "A bullet-proof vest! What about all that talk about a paradox, about destroying the spacetime continuum?" "Well, I just figured... 'what the hell.'" Nah. Think about this for ten seconds. What really happened is that 1955 Doc, after tearing up the letter and sending Marty back home, realized that the message Marty was repeatedly, desperately, insanely, against Doc's insistence trying like hell to convey to him... clearly must be "Doc, I know how you die and I want to warn you." Then he figured the exact opposite of 'what the hell.'

Well played.

Far as I know, this is up to date.

I do not envy this man his weekend.

Whatever the fuck that is, I am there.

Fuck. Yes.

Incredible. Goddamned incredible. Puts the stuff I've seen coming out of schools like mine to absolute shame.

Although, for being consistently amazing, the shading on the toy plane never worked for me. Weird.

That was awesome. A million high-fives and back-pats to the class. The shading on the ship at the end was wonderful, the lighting in space was wonderful, the re-entry flames coming up over the shield were wonderful, it's all wonderful.

This is the funnest thing I think I can imagine.

*gives up in life*

Whoa.

I've decided to prevent myself from ever getting started on Spider-Man 2 again, so I shall refrain from going there, but... you know, as a heuristic, you can assume with relative safety that any negative opinion you have of that film is one that I'd share.