“That was the time I realised it was a waste of everything talking about it.”

I, from the UK, once had a ‘conversation’ about gun control with an American on Reddit. What brought this about was the day before a 9 year old girl was killed by a stray bullet from a drive-by. One moment she was in her bedroom doing some homework, and the next she was dead.

After a lot of back and forth with him getting more flummoxed and aggressive he then said something like “If she was outside playing like a normal kid then she wouldn’t have been killed.”
Yep, he blamed her.

That was the time I realised it was a waste of everything talking about it.

They’ve just landed after jumping the wheelchair off a ramp. Obvious, when you think about it…

I actually like the film. However what annoyed me about that part is this:
You’ve got a bunch of -mostly- super smart people. (Cooper not so much as he’s ‘only’ the pilot, but the others wouldn’t be there if they weren’t very clever).
And they also know and have talked about time dilation, and that every second down there is longer -about a day- than on Earth.
Yet they just gung ho it.

They don’t really work out beforehand how long the person (miller, I think) would’ve been down there and what things would be like from their point of view.
No. It’s “uggg, signal. Follow signal. Most follow beep. Beep beep, hehe, beep”.

And then they didn’t really have a plan for when they landed. They just landed and went out for a walk like it’s a Sunday afternoon stroll in the park.
On a planet with such excessive time dilation.

And that’s not the worse part. No then, THEN, when shit hits the fan they send the robot (TARS, I think) to very speedily pick up the trapped person.

Now I’m no rocket scientist, but even I would want to know everything about that planet. The estimated time of how long miller (?) was there. And the quickest way to get the info needed, then get off asap.

They should’ve “Okay, time dilation is going to fuck us up. So we follow the signal. Land as close as poss. Send out the robot to pick up the person and info etc. Then gtfo of there sharpish. Agreed. Nice. Let’s do this.”
But nooooo, it’s… let’s half arse it. Go for a fucking walk. Fuck things up. Then, and only then, panic but then do things correctly.

Nolan, wtf were you thinking?

Now now, there’s no need to be so evil!!

Start up your Bluetooth speaker. (Buy one if you haven’t got one. It doesn’t have to be good, just loud.)
Ramp it up to 11.
Start the most annoying obnoxious sound you have, (that you have already downloaded).
Stand next to the person playing the shitty music and aim the speaker at then.
When they complain about your annoying noise you reply, “You started it.”

Now concentrate this time, Dougal.
These cows are small, but those…those are far away…
Small, far away.

What are your views on ‘objects’ such as personal hand grenades or professionally made improvised fertiliser explosives?

I find it absolutely disgusting that I’m not allowed to turn MY innocent 4 wheel brumm brummm object in to a fun party popper object of devastation!!! It’s political correctness gone mad it is !!!
(Do I need the /s?)