All Right Let's Do This One Last Time

      After having been complicit in murder and making excuses for a woman who wouldn't do the same for him, a young man returns calmly to his grand mansion. Unaware of the danger he will be facing in the following sixty minutes, he wanders the halls of his desolate mansion looking for a non-existent explanation. The great Jay Gatsby had just witnessed a gut-wrenching scene; his one and only true love, flashing a warm smile and batting  heart-struck eyes at her unfaithful husband Tom Buchanan. Confused and betrayed, Gatsby heads to his room, the only place in his house he feels at home. While simmering in his self-pity, he cooks up a plan to show Daisy Buchanan what kind of a man she is in love with. Determined to make things work with Daisy and run away together to their happily ever after, Gatsby heads to his unutilized pool, ready to do things he's never done before. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one determined to try new things. Hiding in the shadow...

     Not every Spiderman gets their Gwen Stacy. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can’t always save that one relationship. Even after changing who you are, after straining yourself and struggling to make grand romantic gestures, you can still not be good enough. Love doesn’t work out sometimes. Love is complicated and confusing. Love hurts because love fades and comes back with time. Love can exist for multiple people at once, and that is why love is unpredictable. No matter how much you might love someone, and no matter how strong the bond you have with them is, you must learn to not change who you are for them. If all you need to do is lead a normal life and stop risking your life to save others, that is all too much. If all you need to do is change your name and acquire a cryptic and admirable reputation created by strangers who wouldn’t care if you lived or died, that is all too much.     The past is in the past, where it should stay. Fantasizing ...

     It's 1933, and most of my work involves fighting off some mugs, some real nitwit biscuit boxers. If you think saving people is hard, try being a hero during the Great Depression. Every goofball in town is now considered cockamamie, and my work feels like a boondoggle. I don't want to sound off the cob but how am I supposed to fight any hard-boiled turtle slappers and send them to the slammer when all I'm really worrying about is what I'm going to eat when I get home? To me, the tidbit that really riles me up is that even with this crisis going on perps are still out and about doing mischievous things. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing I love more than fighting some bad guys, but isn’t it absolute malarkey? I mean why don’t you go back home to your wife and stop being such a hobo, I know those Hoovervilles are not any better than the problems you might be having at home. Woah there! Didn’t mean to leave you gob-smacked with that comment. I don’t mean to be sexi...

  Math isn't just math, like how data isn't just numbers. Everything tells a story, including data. If I say the number 10, no one bats an eye. They think, why is this guy talking to himself? But if I say I saved 10 people at a crime scene, everyone calls me a superhero. The background of numbers makes them matter. Without context, no one would care or pay attention to data. Without it, 5 trillion would just seem like a big number. It wouldn’t be the amount of people that could have died if Doctor Strange hadn’t calculated all the possibilities and all lives that had to be sacrificed to beat Thanos. It’s just like the trolly problem. When given the task of saving 1 or 5 lives you choose 5 automatically. But when it is mentioned that that one person is a close relative to you, suddenly you pause in your decision. Context matters and that’s what stats is all about. All those dead guys who made equations to predict and record data would have been ignored. If we hadn't cared ab...