I’m cool with Robin being a crime fighting kid, because it’s all explained. Kid Flash, Superboy… It all makes sense in an obviously fictional world, but I do not understand the logistics of Tintin. When first conceived (as in the idea of the comic, not when his parents had sex), Tintin was designed to be a 13/14 year old investigative journalist. I’m not sure who the hell employs a pre-pubescant international journalist, but apparently that was the story. However, as people started questioning this, the writer revealed that Tintin was now officially aged about 17.
But… So… Originally… He was a 13 year old kid, travelling the world and fighting crime with his dog!? How did that happen!? Where are his parents!? Why isn’t he in school!? I mean, logistically, it just wouldn’t be possible!
“Hi there, young man. What can I do for you?”
“Hurry! I need to be aboard the next flight to Cairo! The fate of the world is at stake!”
“Awww… Little rascal… Where’s your mummy? Is that your dog? Is he coming on the plane with you? Wait there a second, and I’ll book your ticket and you’ll be off adventuring in the middle east, saving the world in no time. (Aside) Someone call security.”
It’s just not doable. It makes no sense. And where did he sleep each night? How could he afford these adventures!? How did he feed his dog!? These are just a few of the questions that would irritate me too much to ever go and see that new Tintin movie.
I just thought of something weird, and now there’s no chance I can sleep until I’ve written it down.
Okay… At the end of the month, the clocks roll back an hour. This occurs at midnight. There are three possible scenarios in which this situation can take place.
Scenario 1: The clock strikes 12, and you wind the clock back an hour. “Oh look, its 11 again.” An hour later, it reaches 12 once more, and is allowed to pass by to 12.01. Fine.
Scenario 2: The clock strikes 12 and all time keeping devices in your time zone stop for exactly one hour, allowing time to catch up with itself. So, it’s like 11.58… 11.59… 12.00… 12.00… 12.00… 12.01… 12.02… And so on. Also fine.
Scenario 3: This is where it gets scary. Now, you are told that the clocks roll back at midnight. “Oh look. Midnight. Time to roll the clock back! And now it’s 11 again. Guess I can waste another hour on the internet.” An hour passes. “Oh look… It’s, uhh… It’s midnight again. But I’m supposed to roll the clock back at midnight. There we go. Great… It’s 11 again… Cool…”
(3 days later)
“AAAAAND, 11 AGAIN. GOD THIS IS AWESOME. I NEVER HAVE TO GO TO BED. I DON’T EVEN NEED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE! WHY WOULD I!? ITS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT! IM HUNGRY. I WANT TO EAT MY CAT. I DON’T HAVE A CAT… I’LL BUILD ONE! DRAGONS SUCK! I’M A NINJA! WHAT’S THE RABBIT FROM THE CEREAL ADVERT CALLED. I WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF IT SET THIS CURTAIN ON FIRE. OOH! PRETTY!“
I was walking back from a tiring day at work. I was exhausted, sweaty and grumpy. I CLEARLY had my earphones in, minding my own fucking business, when I was suddenly ambushed by two 7 ft tall morons… Sorry, Mormons!
The first guy spotted me, and ran out into the road over in my direction. I assumed I was going to be asked about nearby hotels or some shit, but instead, the following dialogue broke out. If I seemed harsh or rude, I assure you, it is only because of a) I was very tired and wanted to get home, and b) the fact that I did NOT stop walking, I made my case, told them I wasn’t interested, trying to be polite for the first part, and yet they still followed me home for twenty fucking minutes, walking either side of me.
ANYWAY… Please read this, because I want this irritation validated by everyone. There was much more than this, but my mind is so blown that I can’t remember the whole lot. Oh, and yes, these are their real names.