"I want you to remember, Clark. In all the years to come…in your most private moments. I want you to remember my hand at your throat. I want you to remember…the one man who beat you."

In the final minutes of his life, Calvin has one last talk with Hobbes

"Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?"

In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”

"Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic."

Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.

"I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.

"Thank you, Susie." Calvin said.

A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.

"Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him."

"All right," Susie said. "I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon."

Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.

"And I love you," said Susie.

Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.

Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”

Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin.” said Hobbes.

"You… haven’t changed a bit." Calvin smiled.

"You’ve changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly.

Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.”

There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.

"So… you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always like her."

"Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.

"Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!" Hobbes said, excited.

And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.

"You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said.

"I know."

"But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.

"You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes.

Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!!”

Hobbes stroke the Calvin’s hair, or what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”

"What do you mean?"

"We were always together… in our dreams."

"We were?"

"We were."

"Hobbes?"

"Yeah, old buddy?"

"I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…"

"Me too, Calvin. Me too."

"Sweetheart?" Susie voice came from outside the door.

"Yes dear?" Calvin replied.

"Can I come in?" Susie asked.

"Just a minute."

Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. “Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks… for everything…”

"No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said.

Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”

Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”

Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin’s room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.

"Francis!" cried Calvin’s daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather."

Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”

Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.”

Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”

Calvin’s beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis. Come here for a second.”

Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it Gramps?”

Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. “This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”

"He’s just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised.

Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”

Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger.”

Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that he will be your best friend forever.”

"Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.

"Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin’s daughter called.

"Okay!" Francis shouted back.

"Take good care of him." Calvin said.

"I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.

Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”

Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.

Is Ant-Man Setting Up To Be Disney/Marvel’s First Disaster?!

Let’s look at a few points, shall we?

  • Edgar Wright and Joe Cornish have an Ant-Man script & started working with Marvel Studios way back in 2006 to get this film made—a character they had personally been working on since 2003 when Artisan Entertainment had the rights. Marvel worked with Wright for 8 years to get the film and story worked into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, even reworking parts of the Universe itself so this Ant-Man vision would fit right in.
  • May 23, 2014, Marvel and Wright announced that he was leaving the project, due to differences in their vision of the film. That translates to “after all the time and money spent developing Ant-Man & fitting the Wright/Cornish story into the MCU, Disney/Marvel decided they wanted to tell a completely different story and not allow Wright to do what he was hired to do.’ Disney/Marvel actually had a couple of low-budget writers come in and rewrite their script. That’s why they walked away from a project they had been working on for 11 years.. and I can’t say I blame them.
  • The following week, Adam McKay had entered negotiations to replace Wright as director, but pulled his name out of the hat on the very next day.
  • On June 7, 2014, Marvel announced that Peyton Reed will direct the film. You may recognize Reed’s name from such classics as Bring It On, Down With Love, and The Break Up—I did not. I had to Google him. At the same time, it was revealed that although McKay would not be directing, he would be rewriting Edgar Wright & Joe Cornish’s draft of the film’s script.

That brings us current. July 7, 2014: I am reading that Adam McKay has now left the project, though no reason has been given as of yet. Two new guys have now been hired to rewrite Ant-Man—Gabriel Ferrari and Andrew Barrer. Two more people I’ve never heard of, but Google tells me that they wrote an unproduced script titled Die In a Gunfight that been in development hell for about 5 years; Haunt; and the new Sabrina the Teenage Witch film that we may or may not see come 2017.

Disney/Marvel still claim that Ant-Man is hitting theaters July 17th, 2015, but at the rate things are going I’m not sure how much longer I will care. This film is starting to have all of the problems that X3 (or X-Men: The Last Stand for those of you who care) took into production.

And we all know what a big piece of shit that one turned into.

And as the sun that had been too afraid to show its face in this city started to turn the black into grey, I smiled. Not out of happiness, but because I knew… that one day, I wouldn’t have to do this anymore. One day I could stop fighting. Because one day… I would win. One day, there will be no pain, no loss, no crime. Because of me, because I fight. For you. One day, I will win.

Facebook! I was cleaning out a room and look what I found!! True story… I’m converting a room into an office despite the fact I don’t actually work for a living and I found two Arrow statues. We’re going to raffle both of them off, with all proceeds going to Prayers for Sophie. If you aren’t familiar with this cause, familiarize yourself.

First, the link to enter: http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/prayers-for-sophie/176264

Here’s how it works: 

  • Watch the video.
  • $5 gets you one ticket, $10, gets you two… and so on.
  • There is no limit on number of tickets.
  • Please identify yourself with your name and add my name. What do I mean? Put “Arrow,” “Stephen Amell”… just something to let us know that you want to be entered into the raffle.

Raffle will run for two weeks and then we’ll pick TWO WINNERS.

Again… here’s the link: http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/prayers-for-sophie/176264

Good luck everybody. Let’s raise money for a great cause!!

Here’s an update on the Superman post.

That last image gets rid of all the Snyder so you can actually see the slight costume changes.