Robert Downey Jr. wants to teach you math!
Robert Downey Jr. has been all over the publicity circuit to hype up The Avengers. Browsing his various photo ops, we noticed an unexpected constant: When waving to crowds or paparazzi, RDJ often holds up a different number of fingers. Is this a signal? Is he silently alerting us to his prediction for his film’s worldwide box office, in billions? No, we have decided that what he’s actually doing is using his red carpet time to also teach today’s grade schoolers how to do simple arithmetic. By combining some of his brandished numbers, you get a wonderful math primer that kids can learn from … while also begging their parents to take them to see The Avengers, in 3-D! Sesame Street has nothing on Iron Man.
(Source: New York Magazine - Vulture)
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“You could trap him in your cage, show him what it’s like.” he says
Lucifer scoffed, stared. “It’s not— I can’t. It’s not that simple,” he muttered, letting the last words trail off. He wouldn’t admit that he didn’t want to; didn’t want to force such a fate on anyone—on a brother that he still, to some degree, cared about.
He smirks a little bit. “You still care about him.” he says “You still love him, isn’t that sweet, and that’s why your going to die, not him, because he doesn’t care anymore.”
Biggest reason is the Doctor reversed time, so even if you had known about it, unless you were on the valient when time was reversed, you wouldn’t remember. I’m actually a bit surprised you don’t remember everyone looking like me though, I mean I know it only lasted 45 minutes or so, but I would think you would notice.” he says finishing his candy and starting to look around. “So if your on earth, why aren’t you off fighting Michael?”
Lucifer shrugged. He couldn’t say he did remember any time when everyone looked the same. Or he just… hadn’t noticed if he did. Unless he was still a bit, well.. trapped. Other things tended to occupy his focus in such situations. Lucifer rolled his eyes, sighing at the mention of Michael. “Maybe because I don’t want to fight him?” he said, only barely keeping the ‘petulant child’ tone from coming through. “That whole epic fight-to-the-death thing is his deal. Not mine. Michael just won’t… see sense.”
He nods. “He is the most stuborn of you lot.” he says finding a hat and trying it on then deciding against him. He heads off towards the door. “Like I said, Thanks for the help.” he says “Is it safe for me to leave the warehouse?”
“Stubborn is an understatement,” he muttered under his breath, frowning. Lucifer leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other man. He shrugged at the question. “We are cities away from our departure,” the archangel said. “Whoever—whatever—you were running from shouldn’t be here.”
He nods. “Yeah, I should be…. so… what are you doing?” he asks “If not fighting Lucifer.
“I’m…” His annoyance suddenly rears up, and he glares at the other man. “What does it matter to you what I’m doing? Maybe, for once, I don’t want to do anything. Maybe I don’t want to follow any plan.”
“I’m simply wondering if I should be getting off the planet or not.” he says
He shrugged. “That’s your decision. I’ll only be fighting some battle if that arrogant, ignorant brother of mine refuses to listen. Again.”
“You could trap him in your cage, show him what it’s like.” he says
Biggest reason is the Doctor reversed time, so even if you had known about it, unless you were on the valient when time was reversed, you wouldn’t remember. I’m actually a bit surprised you don’t remember everyone looking like me though, I mean I know it only lasted 45 minutes or so, but I would think you would notice.” he says finishing his candy and starting to look around. “So if your on earth, why aren’t you off fighting Michael?”
Lucifer shrugged. He couldn’t say he did remember any time when everyone looked the same. Or he just… hadn’t noticed if he did. Unless he was still a bit, well.. trapped. Other things tended to occupy his focus in such situations. Lucifer rolled his eyes, sighing at the mention of Michael. “Maybe because I don’t want to fight him?” he said, only barely keeping the ‘petulant child’ tone from coming through. “That whole epic fight-to-the-death thing is his deal. Not mine. Michael just won’t… see sense.”
He nods. “He is the most stuborn of you lot.” he says finding a hat and trying it on then deciding against him. He heads off towards the door. “Like I said, Thanks for the help.” he says “Is it safe for me to leave the warehouse?”
“Stubborn is an understatement,” he muttered under his breath, frowning. Lucifer leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other man. He shrugged at the question. “We are cities away from our departure,” the archangel said. “Whoever—whatever—you were running from shouldn’t be here.”
He nods. “Yeah, I should be…. so… what are you doing?” he asks “If not fighting Lucifer.
“I’m…” His annoyance suddenly rears up, and he glares at the other man. “What does it matter to you what I’m doing? Maybe, for once, I don’t want to do anything. Maybe I don’t want to follow any plan.”
“I’m simply wondering if I should be getting off the planet or not.” he says
Biggest reason is the Doctor reversed time, so even if you had known about it, unless you were on the valient when time was reversed, you wouldn’t remember. I’m actually a bit surprised you don’t remember everyone looking like me though, I mean I know it only lasted 45 minutes or so, but I would think you would notice.” he says finishing his candy and starting to look around. “So if your on earth, why aren’t you off fighting Michael?”
Lucifer shrugged. He couldn’t say he did remember any time when everyone looked the same. Or he just… hadn’t noticed if he did. Unless he was still a bit, well.. trapped. Other things tended to occupy his focus in such situations. Lucifer rolled his eyes, sighing at the mention of Michael. “Maybe because I don’t want to fight him?” he said, only barely keeping the ‘petulant child’ tone from coming through. “That whole epic fight-to-the-death thing is his deal. Not mine. Michael just won’t… see sense.”
He nods. “He is the most stuborn of you lot.” he says finding a hat and trying it on then deciding against him. He heads off towards the door. “Like I said, Thanks for the help.” he says “Is it safe for me to leave the warehouse?”
“Stubborn is an understatement,” he muttered under his breath, frowning. Lucifer leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other man. He shrugged at the question. “We are cities away from our departure,” the archangel said. “Whoever—whatever—you were running from shouldn’t be here.”
He nods. “Yeah, I should be…. so… what are you doing?” he asks “If not fighting Lucifer.
Biggest reason is the Doctor reversed time, so even if you had known about it, unless you were on the valient when time was reversed, you wouldn’t remember. I’m actually a bit surprised you don’t remember everyone looking like me though, I mean I know it only lasted 45 minutes or so, but I would think you would notice.” he says finishing his candy and starting to look around. “So if your on earth, why aren’t you off fighting Michael?”
Lucifer shrugged. He couldn’t say he did remember any time when everyone looked the same. Or he just… hadn’t noticed if he did. Unless he was still a bit, well.. trapped. Other things tended to occupy his focus in such situations. Lucifer rolled his eyes, sighing at the mention of Michael. “Maybe because I don’t want to fight him?” he said, only barely keeping the ‘petulant child’ tone from coming through. “That whole epic fight-to-the-death thing is his deal. Not mine. Michael just won’t… see sense.”
He nods. “He is the most stuborn of you lot.” he says finding a hat and trying it on then deciding against him. He heads off towards the door. “Like I said, Thanks for the help.” he says “Is it safe for me to leave the warehouse?”
“I’m a Time Lord.” he says putting together the parts he had stripped out and using the wires and his screwdriver to connect them. He found an TV and rigged it up to work with the computer. He turned it on and went to work wiping his former identies off of everything, including Harold Saxon. “What are you?” he asks
Lucifer frowned, thinking. Time Lords? No doubt this one was just some messed up version of humanity. Probably something his Father had attempted and then tossed away. Or something of the sort. There were enough legends and stories of those ‘failed experiments’ floating around upstairs, after all. “An archangel,” he said, still watching the other man. His Grace kept seeking, searching—needing to know the other was telling the truth. There were familiarity to humans within this individual; he was able to sense that much…
“One of Yaweh’s kids, and you haven’t tried to smite me yet, I can only conclude you don’t know who I am, or your not following heaven’s orders… witch means you must be Lucifer.” he says finishing up what he was doing and then turning off the computer. He finished his chips and started looking around for any other food.
He was taken aback (not that he would ever admit to such a thing) at the other’s string of deductions. Lucifer didn’t like not knowing, not being fully aware of everything—and there was just something about this particular individual that bothered him. A huge piece that was ‘missing’ for the archangel. And that annoyed him more than anything. Lucifer’s expression was blank as he stared, unblinkingly, at the other man, watching him move about. “Why would any of my family want to destroy you?” he asked, choosing not to deny (or confirm) his identity.
He found an old jacket and put that on. “I may have tried to destroy the humans, and I did make them all copies of me for a while, till Rasilon screwed that up.” he says opening a candy bar and starting to eat that. “Oh and your dad and my dad have been fighting for… all of Time, more or less.”
“Then why is it I’ve never even remotely heard of you until this moment?” he said, staring down at the other as Lucifer moved across the room, coming to stand right in front of the other man. “No one has ever spoken of you to me. Which, I’d have to say, would be surprising, if you truly attempted to destroy the human species. As you claim.”
Biggest reason is the Doctor reversed time, so even if you had known about it, unless you were on the valient when time was reversed, you wouldn’t remember. I’m actually a bit surprised you don’t remember everyone looking like me though, I mean I know it only lasted 45 minutes or so, but I would think you would notice.” he says finishing his candy and starting to look around. “So if your on earth, why aren’t you off fighting Michael?”
“I’m a Time Lord.” he says putting together the parts he had stripped out and using the wires and his screwdriver to connect them. He found an TV and rigged it up to work with the computer. He turned it on and went to work wiping his former identies off of everything, including Harold Saxon. “What are you?” he asks
Lucifer frowned, thinking. Time Lords? No doubt this one was just some messed up version of humanity. Probably something his Father had attempted and then tossed away. Or something of the sort. There were enough legends and stories of those ‘failed experiments’ floating around upstairs, after all. “An archangel,” he said, still watching the other man. His Grace kept seeking, searching—needing to know the other was telling the truth. There were familiarity to humans within this individual; he was able to sense that much…
“One of Yaweh’s kids, and you haven’t tried to smite me yet, I can only conclude you don’t know who I am, or your not following heaven’s orders… witch means you must be Lucifer.” he says finishing up what he was doing and then turning off the computer. He finished his chips and started looking around for any other food.
He was taken aback (not that he would ever admit to such a thing) at the other’s string of deductions. Lucifer didn’t like not knowing, not being fully aware of everything—and there was just something about this particular individual that bothered him. A huge piece that was ‘missing’ for the archangel. And that annoyed him more than anything. Lucifer’s expression was blank as he stared, unblinkingly, at the other man, watching him move about. “Why would any of my family want to destroy you?” he asked, choosing not to deny (or confirm) his identity.
He found an old jacket and put that on. “I may have tried to destroy the humans, and I did make them all copies of me for a while, till Rasilon screwed that up.” he says opening a candy bar and starting to eat that. “Oh and your dad and my dad have been fighting for… all of Time, more or less.”
“I’m a Time Lord.” he says putting together the parts he had stripped out and using the wires and his screwdriver to connect them. He found an TV and rigged it up to work with the computer. He turned it on and went to work wiping his former identies off of everything, including Harold Saxon. “What are you?” he asks
Lucifer frowned, thinking. Time Lords? No doubt this one was just some messed up version of humanity. Probably something his Father had attempted and then tossed away. Or something of the sort. There were enough legends and stories of those ‘failed experiments’ floating around upstairs, after all. “An archangel,” he said, still watching the other man. His Grace kept seeking, searching—needing to know the other was telling the truth. There were familiarity to humans within this individual; he was able to sense that much…
“One of Yaweh’s kids, and you haven’t tried to smite me yet, I can only conclude you don’t know who I am, or your not following heaven’s orders… witch means you must be Lucifer.” he says finishing up what he was doing and then turning off the computer. He finished his chips and started looking around for any other food.
Hello.
The Master ran down the street wearing no shoes and only scrubs from a mental hospital. He ran up to Lucifer grabbing them by the front of the shirt. “Please… please help me, you have to hide me, don’t let them take me back there.” he said…
The Master fell once they were in the warehouse. “Thank you.” he says coughing a little bit. He slowly got back to his feet and looked around. “Where are we?” he asks.
Lucifer just shook his head. “That doesn’t matter,” he said, waving aside the other’s question. He’d share information when it benefited him (maybe). “Suffice it to say, whoever it was you were running from won’t find you here. Now…” Lucifer stared hard at the other man. “Who are you?”
“I… was known as The Master.” he says looking around. He found a bag of chips and opened them starting to eat. “Thank you for your help.” he says searching around and finding some old computers and wires. He puts them on a desk and cracks one open.
Lucifer watched him, not saying anything for a few moments. This man was strange, as far as the archangel was concerned. “‘The Master’? What sort of name is that?” Lucifer asked, staring at the other man. “And why were running, anyway?”
He started stripping out parts from the computers. “It’s my name, the name I chose…. doesn’t fit well anymore, I suppose you can call me Koschei.” he says stripping a few wire’s with the help of his lazer screwdriver. “Those stupid apes have been keeping me locked up for two years now, I got a little sick of being beaten and rapped by a species inferior to me.” he says
“Well, ‘Koschei,’” said Lucifer as he came to stand over the other man, watching him. “What are you, if not human like the rest of them?” Lucifer’s Grace edged out just slightly, seeking and searching for the slightest hint of what this man was. He’d implied he wasn’t human—or that they weren’t human?
“I’m a Time Lord.” he says putting together the parts he had stripped out and using the wires and his screwdriver to connect them. He found an TV and rigged it up to work with the computer. He turned it on and went to work wiping his former identies off of everything, including Harold Saxon. “What are you?” he asks
About me
After I returned to earth I was stuck with this face, the face of Harold Saxon. I was captured by police and tried for the murder of the US president. I plead insanity and was sentenced to a mental home. The mental home however was run by aliens using the humans as surrogates to carry their young, the serum that allows the humans to carry the alien children somehow cured the drum and I escaped, but not before the aliens spent two years keeping me immobilized body and mind with drugs and straps and the occasional beating.
