[S1E3] One Of Us Is Not Like The Others
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Both JR and Simone suspect Damon and JR may be related. JR tried snooping earlier by asking Ms. Sims questions, but like most moms, she didn't remember how he got that scar, just that it was from when he was a baby.
Unfortunately, a number of viewers did not enjoy \"Long Long Time\" and are making their ire known through \"review bombing.\" Review bombing is when a large number of people leave negative online reviews on a product over a concentrated period of time. In the case of film and TV shows, review bombing primarily takes place on aggregator sites like Rotten Tomatoes, IMDb, and Metacritic. Since Rotten Tomatoes does not allow user reviews for individual episodes, the review bombing for \"Long Long Time\" is happening on IMDb and Metacritic.
Before its premiere, critics were given the first three episodes to review. From The Wall Street Journal, John Anderson said the series was difficult to categorize and wrote, \"what distinguishes the series as storytelling, is the way it careens its way through its various plot points, unencumbered by the need for explanations or narrative development. We don't need all that. The conclusion will be a surprise, one assumes. But the getting there is, as they might say in French class, déjà vu.\"[29] Brad Newsome, writing for The Sydney Morning Herald, said the story \"deftly tweaks its balance of suspicions to keep things interesting, but it's McKenna and Van Grootel who really pull focus.\"[30] The Hollywood Reporter's Angie Han said the series was missing a spark to set it apart from similar programming, with characters that feel like \"archetypes,\" a \"sour, dour mood, with few moments of either levity or raw pain,\" and dull colors that \"keep the show's emotions at arm's length. The story moves forward at a painless pace, and the characters are easy enough to like, if not really interesting enough to love. But without any notable quirks or deep insights, it's also a show that seems likely to disappear from memory as soon as that binge is over.\"[31]
Jumping to 2020, we discover that Frank has suffered from major health problems over the years and has lost most of his mobility. He's confined to a wheelchair, and it's clear he's struggling to use his hands as well. It seems like he's suffering from ALS or MS, but writer Craig Mazin said they intentionally left Frank's ailment unclear on the show's official podcast. Bill is a loving caregiver, helping his partner take his pills and get around.
\"I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving,\" it reads. \"That's what I did, I saved him, then I protected him. That's why men like you and me are here: we have a job to do. And God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way.\"
Bill and Frank's finale was one of the last scenes that Offerman and Bartlett shot, and Bartlett said it was like \"dessert\" for the actors. \"We'd been living in those characters for a month, and, to a certain extent, it was all I could do to stop myself getting emotional in that scene, just because it's so beautiful,\" Bartlett says.
He turned away so that the others could not see his face. He needed a cloth but could not generate one. He held out his hands and drew particles from the aether, creating a small wire brush, identical to the one he'd used so many years ago, to clean himself after Urza sent him to war. His palms fizzed with magic as metal accrued.
While Karn appreciated that Teferi defended him, he did not like being spoken of as if he weren't in the room, as if he were an object. But he supposed old habits died hard. Teferi had been Urza's student before Karn's birth.
\"I can't say I like the idea of jumping through hoops to prove myself to you, Karn,\" Jaya said. \"I can understand why you think we have to do it. But I don't like it. My circus days are over, and I was never all that interested in performing tricks.\"
The trail terminated at a door labeled \"STORAGE: WATERWORKS.\" Blobs of slime coated the hinge as if the creature had squeezed through the gap. Teferi crouched. He did not touch it, but his hand hovered over the goop. He looked up at Karn. \"Should we call the others\"
He traced the fluid upward, to its source. It looked as though several pipes were . . . bleeding A throbbing chunk of meat had attached itself, barnacle-like, to the copper. It released a gout of acid, dissolving the metal, and then it regurgitated a metallic barb from its side. Karn reached out to the fleshy deposit and crushed it.
\"Urza used you like a tool,\" Teferi said. \"I never questioned it. I should have, and recently . . . Niambi got me thinking. I wish I'd been more thoughtful when I was younger. More observant. And that I'd treated you better.\"
\"While some people might find fighting an unknown number of opponents that can seep through walls and attack at any time interesting,\" Jaya said, \"I can think of a good hundred other ways I'd like to spend the evening.\"
While Jodah grasped them and muttered, weaving his radiant spells, Karn stepped off to the side. In a small nook between crates, he kept his back to the others and generated a miniature scrying device, similar to the one he had made in Oyster Bay but smaller. When he was done, he intended to hang it on the chain around his neck alongside the Weatherlight beacon. He missed Ajani and wished the leonin was here to help him.
The basement level consisted of a short but broad corridor edged with pipes. Unlike the pipes in storage above, these were live: hissing with steam, their shutoffs cranked open, their valves leaking. The rooms held boilers and hydraulics constructed with intricate beauty from copper and steel, each rivet lovingly set and integrated with Thran technology.
\"Ah, and I, the ancient, wise, and powerful wizard . . . may have grown arrogant over the eras.\" Jodah pressed his hands into the spells, pushing the magic back into the metal. \"Jhoira sees you as vulnerable. It made me feel like I had to look out for you, for her sake.\"
Jodah waved Stenn away, weakly. \"I need a minute to recoup my strength. Go on. If Teferi is alone, and he suffers an attack like the one we just suffered, the results could be dire. He could be compleated. Or killed.\"
In the upper stories, Teferi shouted, and both of them took off at a sprint. They found Teferi pinned to floor by a Phyrexian monstrosity that loomed over him like a hungry spider. Blood soaked his robes from a slash in his gut.
\"You're right.\" Stenn slunk out from under Jodah's arm. \"We use a lot of Thran technology in Argivia, and it looks like the Phyrexians have . . . co-opted it somehow. Integrated into it. The thing's tendrils have spread throughout the entire watchtower.\"
Karn glanced at Stenn. He had told each Planeswalker a false location for the sylex, but he had not yet tested Stenn. He spoke, low enough that the others would not hear. \"I need to confide the sylex's location. If I am damaged and cannot reach it, the knowledge cannot be lost.\"
Stenn did not spare her a glance. His bloody wires reared up from the ground, debris sticking to their gore, and wrapped themselves around her like anacondas, binding her hands and pinning them to her sides. Jaya, unable to use her magic without searing herself, struggled against Stenn to free her hands. But she couldn't breathe. Her face blued.
So why does the baker choose to bake The answer is self-interest. The baker wants to earn enough money to feed his family and buy the things he wants and the most effective way he has found to do that is to bake bread for you. In fact his bread has to be good enough and the service friendly enough that you are willing to give up your money freely in exchange for his bread. The baker while serving his self-interest has produced a good that is very valuable to you. The miracle of a market system is that self-interest produces behavior that benefits others.
Doesn't self-interest lead to price gouging, corruption and cheating Sometimes it does, but most often it is held in check by competition. Because other self-interested people are competing in the marketplace, my self-interest is held in check. For example, if I were a baker, the only way I would be able to earn your dollars is to produce bread that is better, cheaper or more convenient than the bread produced by the other bakers in town. If I were to increase my price too much, you would likely buy bread from my competitors. If I were to treat you poorly when you enter my store, you would likely buy from my competitors. If my bread were moldy or inferior in any way, you will likely buy from my competitors. In order to earn your money I must provide a high quality good or service at a reasonable price. You will notice that this assumes I have competitors. If I were the only baker in 100 miles, I might be able to charge a high price, sell inferior products, or treat my customers rudely - but even in that case, another self-interested person might see an opportunity to earn a profit and open a competing bakery in town. Thus, competition is the regulator, a check on self-interest because it restrains my ability to take advantage of my customers.
Adam Smith described the opposing, but complementary forces of self-interest and competition as the invisible hand. While producers and consumers are not acting with the intent of serving the needs of others or society, they do. When you work, your goal is to earn money, but in the process you provide a valuable good or service that benefits others and society. The amazing part of this process is that there is very little government control. The bread you buy at the store arrived as the result of hundreds of self-interested people cooperating without a government bread agency managing production at each step along the way. The farmer grew the grain, the mill prepared the flour, the bakery produced the bread, the truck driver delivered the bread to the grocery store, the grocer stocked the shelves and sold the