In the good old days we had numbers. The numbers begat made up units of measurement to assure us that things were, in some respect, solid and consistent. Certain things, arguably the majority, were considered self-evident by the general consensus of the masses. Anyone could argue philosophy, the existence of the soul, whether or not ghosts were real; but for the most part, up was up, down was down, and gravity still worked just fine. Thinking back on it now, even the most fundamental of truths seemed a bit far-fetched. We arrogantly assumed everything before us was specifically at the face value of our collective perception. Who could have blamed us though? A tree was a tree, right? You sat under it, it provided shade, the occasional fruit or nut to eat, even wood for building. There used to be a saying that a tree by any other name would still be a tree… or was that saying about the rose? This concept would not be so frustrating if I could honestly remember any difference.
You know what?! When you tell me you're going to give me a movie where marines fight aliens, you had sure as FUCK better give me a movie where marines fight aliens.
The Bay, round two, FIGHT!