Juice For The Juice God

…he’s a very healthy god

 

The Doclopedia #1,409

Alt. Superhero Movies: Marvel

We all know how the Marvel superhero movies have gone in our reality, but if we hop over just a few quanta, to Earth 1-G, things went very differently.

In our world, aside from the 1944 “Captain America” serial, Marvel did not have any live action movies until the 1977 Spider-Man and Hulk movies that were really just backdoor pilots for the TV series that got a bit of limited theatrical release. And, of course, we all know that Marvel sold their rights hither and yon, a situation that means in 2018, Sony still owns Spider-Man and the X-Men and Disney/Marvel is only just about to get the rights to the Fantastic Four.

On Earth 1-G, things went very differently for Marvel.

First off, in February of 1966, a producer of animated cartoons cut a deal with Marvel to do 3 full length animated movies based upon Spider-Man, the Fantastic Four and Iron Man. Stan Lee, who had recently been given pretty much total control over Marvel, stipulated that the movies had to use stories by him or another Marvel writer and they had to use full animation, not “that limited Hannah Barbera crap”.

In June of 1968, “The Amazing Spider-Man” debuted with near Disney quality animation, an excellent origin story featuring Electro as the villain and an opening box office gross that everyone liked. It was the first of 5 Spider-man movies made. It was followed by the Fantastic Four movie in December and Iron man in June of 1969.

By 1986, there had been animated Marvel movies coming out twice a year for 18 years. The final one, in December of 1986 was “Howard the Duck”, a box office and critical hit. And then, two months later, Marvel announced the formation of Marvel Studios, which would make live action movies.

Three years later, in May of 1989, “Spider-Man” was released and made 90 million dollars on a 12 million dollar budget. Ancillary merchandise added about 20 million to that. Marvel Studios was off and running. They released “Iron Man” the next December and made even more money.

Keeping with two movies a year for a while, then making three a year the norm, Marvel became a major player in the movie biz. As in our reality, they did things in phases that set up really big supergroup blockbusters like The Avengers and X-Men. As of 2018, they have 5 of the top ten grossing movies of all time. The other 5 are divided between Star Wars (3) and DC Studios (2). Marvel movies have won 30 academy awards.

LIST OF MARVEL FILMS

1989 (start of Phase 1)

Spider-Man (Villain: Doc Ock)
Iron Man

1990

Daredevil
Captain America (Origin story set during WWII)

1991

The Fantastic Four (Villain: Mole Man)
Blade

1993

Spider-Man 2 (Villain: Kraven)
The Incredible Hulk

1994

Iron Man 2 (Villain: The Mandarin)

Ant Man & The Wasp
Blade 2

1995

Fantastic Four 2 (Villain: Doctor Doom)
Thor
Daredevil 2 (Villains: The Owl and Kingpin)

1996

Captain America: The First Avenger (set during WWII)
Spider-Man 3 (Villains: Electro & The Green Goblin)
Black Panther

1997 (End of Phase 1)

The Avengers
Blade 3

1998 (Start of Phase 2)

Iron Man 3 (Villain: Aldrich Killian & AIM)
X-Men: Origins (told how Xavier and Magneto met)
Thor 2

1999

Spider-Man 4 (Villain: The Lizard)
Fantastic Four3 (Villain: Skrulls)

2000

X-Men: First Class
Howard the Duck
The Avengers: Ultron

2001

The Wolverine (origin story)

Black Panther 2

2002

Luke Cage: Hero For Hire (After this, Luke Cage went to TV as a series that ran 7 years)
The Sensational She Hulk (Action comedy that was moderately successful)

2003

The Avengers: Civil War (Huge movie chock full of heroes)
Marvel Team Up 1 (Spider-Man and Ant Man)
X-Men: Survival (Villains: Brotherhood of Evil Mutants)

2004

Black Widow 1
Fantastic Four: Inhumans

2005

Planet Hulk
Daredevil: Dark Days (Villain: Killgrave)

2006

Avengers: The Return of Ultron
Black Panther 3
Man Thing

2007

X-Men: Days of Future Past
Spider-Man 5 (Villains: Green Goblin & The Rhino)

2008

Doctor Strange
Marvel Team Up 2 (Iron Man & Hulk)

2009 (End of Phase 2)

Avengers: Infinity War (Filmed as one big movie with Endgame)
Guardians of the Galaxy
Avengers: Endgame

NOTE: After Endgame, most of the actors contracts were up, but all of them returned for one last picture “Avengers VS X-Men”)

2010 (Start of Phase 3 AKA “Females Assemble”)

Black Widow 2
Captain Marvel
The Sensational She Hulk Goes To Paris (Very successful comedy)

2011

Doctor Strange 2
The Inhumans
Spider-Man: The Sinister Six

2012

Guardians of the Galaxy 2
Jessica Jones (Almost a straight up detective story)
Deadpool (A huge hit for Marvel, who by now were no strangers to R ratings)

2013

Avengers VS X-Men (This film cleared the way for new versions of both teams)
The Inhumans 2

2014

Captain Marvel 2
The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (Another extremely successful comedy)
Marvel Team Up 3 (Storm & Scarlet Witch)

2015 (End of Phase 3)

Guardians of the Galaxy 3
Deadpool Returns (#5 highest grossing Marvel movie)
Doctor Strange 3

2016 (Start of Phase 4 and throttling back to only 2 films a year)

The New Mutants
Ms. Marvel

2017

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl 2
Nomad (AKA “Captain America sneaks back into the MCU, sort of”)

2018

Avengers Reborn (Vision, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Iron Woman, She Hulk & Captain America/Sam Wilson)
A Very Deadpool Christmas (Huge hit and may have set up Marvel Zombies)

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The Better Late Than Never Story of Mostly Purple Patty And The Doorway Into The Unknown.

…actually, it was the doorway to Cousin Mildred’s room

 

Confessions Of A Time Traveler

 

Holmes, Sweet Holmes

One of the big problems of jumping around time, space and alternate realities is that you very often meet people out of what some would call proper chronological order. No example points this out better than my long relationship with the Sherlock Holmes of Earth 199-D.

Earth 199-D, starting around 1830, is a more steampunk world than ours. The laws of physics are a bit looser to accommodate things like giant steam mecha and cities beneath the sea. There are no fantasy races or creatures, but there are lost civilizations, cryptids and odd powerful ancient relic. The whole world is just a lot more adventure filled.

Things on that earth are also much more egalitarian than they were (or are)on our Earth. Seeing women or people of color in positions of power is pretty common. And that leads us to Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective and his wife, Jenny Watson Holmes, Freelance Inventor.We’ll just let that sink in a bit.

So, to speed things up,Sherlock’s mother was Spanish, his older brother Mycroft is less fatand more entwined in the workings of the Empire, John Watson stillwrites up Sherlock & Jenny’s adventures (from his home in London), Jenny and Sherlock married young and they live on a cattle ranch east of Oakland, California, with their 5 children and Jenny’s mum.

Now, I first met the Holmes’ when I accidentally fell through a time portal into a warehouse in New York City in 1881. No sooner had I landed upon a very large and soft pile of wool blankets than a strong feminine hand clasped itself over my mouth and a Scottish tinged voice said “Please be quiet, Doc, or you’ll get Sherlock killed”.

Having become pretty used to weird shit happening to me over the years, I nodded and she let me go. Standing up, I saw a slightly taller than usual woman dressed in boots,trousers and a black cotton shirt. Her hair was red and cut in a bob.She was pretty, but not beautiful. She had a bit of grease on her cheek.

Obviously, she knew me pretty well, because after a second, she hugged me and told me in a whisper how glad she was to see me again. After the hug, she brought me up st speed on things,sort of.

It seems that I had met Sherlock first when he was a boy, then again just before their wedding. The current time was 8years after the wedding and Sherlock had let himself be taken prisoner by Professor Moriarty so he could find out about Moriarty’s latest plot. Now, she told me, was the time to rescue Holmes and give Moriarty his comeuppance.

A couple of minutes later, as the Napoleon of Crime raised his hand to shoot Holmes with a “freezing ray”, Jenny shot two of his henchmen with some sort of electrical tommy gun while I ran forward and body slammed Moriarty into a heavy wooden container. A couple of punches later and he was out cold. And his other two henchmen had run off at full speed.

Jennyreleased her husband from his bonds and then HE gave me a big hug.Then he kicked the awakening Moriarty in the head. I was processing everything that had just happened when the two of them started laughing.

“Oh Doc”, Jenny said, “The look on your face is priceless!”

“You might want to close your mouth, old friend. There are flies about.” Having said that, Sherlock laughed in what was, to me at least, a totally unHolmesian manner.

After another minute, they composed themselves and we set about tying up Moriarty and his thugs. We then loaded them into an impressive looking steam touring car and carted them off to police headquarters where Sherlock explained that Moriarty had planned to rob the North American Diamond Exchange later that night and make off with ten million dollars in diamonds. The police commissioner thanked us all profusely and then we left for the Holmes’ hotel suite to clean up before going out to dinner.

Along the way, Sherlock explained to me that I would meet him again when he was 10 years old and away at school. I would talk with him and give him some insight on both girls and doing what you loved to do in life. Apparently, that set him off on his adult path.

The second time I would meet him was two days before he and Jenny’s wedding at age 18. He was a bit vague about that meeting “so as not to spoil the surprises”, but it seems I had told him about meeting him tonight, which is why Jenny and the big pile of wool blankets were ready for me.

Like I said, time travel is seldom really linear. Or, as the other guy said, it’s all wibbly wobbly.

The rest of the evening was filled with a sort of mostly one sided chatting between old friends if one of those friends had just met you. It was a bit strange, but a couple of bottles of champagne smoothed things out. They were and are two wonderful people.

As we walked out to the car, Jenny again hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“It was so very good to see you again, Doc. Give our love to Grace and the critters.”

Then it was Sherlock’s turn to give me a hug and shake my hand.

“So long, my dear friend. I look forward to seeing you again sometime, hopefully much less surprised.”

And then a time portal opened under me and I fell into the swimming pool on the Bus. From another room I heard Sasha yell, “Softest landing I could think of on short notice, Daddy”. I was home.

R.I.P. Silky Dawn Cross (2006 – 2018)

At 9:53 this morning, Silky Dawn Cross was relieved of her pain by our vet. She went out with Grace and I there, hearing our voices and knowing she was loved. Her last words were “I love you all”,which is the essence of her in 4 words.

Silky was the gentlest and sweetest dog we have ever had in our family, even surpassing Winker in that regard. We will miss her.

Silky leaves behind her two sisters, her brother, Grace, myself, descendants numbering in the tens of thousands and, quite literally, tens of millions of NHT who loved her, looked up to her and were inspired by her.

Goodbye,Silky. You were THE Good Dog.

The Big Election Night, But After The Polls Closed, Story Of Mostly Purple Patty And The Whiny GOP Snowflakes

…co-starring her pet jerboa, Earline

DOG ON

 

So way back in 2112, at the age of 60, I got hit by a car, killed and reincarnated as a yellow Labrador Retriever. I wrote about it in my January 27th, 2012 post, but I figured you folks might want to know what happened next.

After I had chatted with Winker and Lucy, I left the house I was killed at and stopped a crazy son of a bitch from attacking a woman. I bit him, he ran into the street and a fire truck ran him over. He didn’t die, but he’ll never attack anyone again. Or eat solid food.

My cat friend Al and I made our way up the west coast to Seattle, where I checked in on some friends from my human days. It took us months to get there, mostly because I kept helping folks out of jams. See, that’s why I got the whole reincarnated dog gig, so I could do good deeds.

After Seattle, we spent just over a year crossing the country to get to New England. I checked up on many friends there over the course of a few weeks. Al and I kept meeting nice folks who would feed us and let us sleep on their porch or in their barn. It was pretty swell.

When the time to move on came, I figured, “Why not hike the Appalachian Trail?”. And so we did.

Eventually, 2 ½ years after leaving Sacramento, Al and I wound up in Amarillo, Texas, at the Big Texan Steakhouse. I had been there once as a human and I was hoping we could mooch some good chow.

Half way across the parking lot, I caught a familiar smell. It was Winker! The old girl was in a minivan that just pulled up. She recognized me and we had a short conversation before the humans got out of the van.

Lucy had died a few months earlier, at age 17. Winker was on a cross country trip with Grace, her new husband and two new basset girls, Sasha & Daisy. She said Grace had sold the house and they were all traveling around the country, sometimes in the minivan and sometimes in an RV.

Grace and her husband got out of the car and she was looking very well. Her hubs seemed like a nice guy and they even gave Al and I some chicken nuggets to eat. They were getting ready to go into their motel room, so I really only had time to say goodbye to Winker before they were gone.

Let me pause here to say that my memories of my human life have never left me, but they have receded and it sometimes takes a good while to remember exact memories. Some are so deep, they are essentially lost. In fact, everything from before I turned about 40 is a big hazy glob. Things do pop up in dreams once in a while though.

To make a long story shorter, the next 5 years found Al and I doing our thing helping folks out, saving lives, etc. It was fun and we saw a whole lot of the USA, Canada and Mexico. But about the time I had my 11th birthday, I knew old age was catching up to me. Al was 13 and slowing up, too, so we figured it might be time to find a nice family to adopt us.

That was the Adjami family, immigrants from Africa who lived in Las Vegas. They had 4 young kids and they took in Al & I and gave us a great home. Their was always a warm bed or sofa, good food and plenty of love.

Not long after my 16th birthday, I knew that my life would end soon. I was very tired and had arthritis and a heart that was past it’s use by date. I told Al, now 18 himself, goodbye, crawled up on the couch with him and a few minutes later breathed my final breath.

As a dog.

As before, I found myself standing there in the living room, looking at my dead body. Al was meowing sadly and the humans were coming to see what was wrong.

“You probably don’t want to watch what comes next, Doc”

It was the Nice Lady, or Reincarnation Lady or whoever she is. I told her yes, I would like to leave. Next thing you know, we are in a high mountain meadow. It was very pretty and peaceful.

“You did very well during that life, Doc. You saved many lives and stopped many crimes. You get a reward now.”

I was thinking this might be where I walk into the light, but I was wrong. See, my reward was that I could pick the next mammal I got reincarnated as. The only restrictions were it could not be a human or a dog. It also had to be able to help people.

That made things a lot more complicated. Dogs are very suited for helping people and they also don’t make folks freak out if they see one walking down the street. The same cannot be said for a bear or a lion or an elephant.

House cats don’t freak folks out, but their life saving abilities are limited. Bunnies or guinea pigs are non-starters, as are goats or horses or other farm animals. What to choose, what to choose.

Then it hit me. There was an animal that might be useful and would not freak many humans out. It even had one advantage over dogs.

“Make me a raccoon.”

She clapped her hands and remarked that I had made an excellent choice. A few seconds later, I was emerging from the birth canal of a raccoon in Toronto, Canada. Our nest was in an old shed and I had two sisters and a brother. I got licked clean, found a nipple and dozed off while hitting the milk bar.

That was 6 months ago and now I’m part of a large pack of raccoons that patrol several blocks of a Toronto suburb every night. I’m still human intelligent, so I figure I’ll take control of the pack in a week or two. Once I do, I plan on using my fellow trash pandas and our manipulative paws (big advantage over dogs and worth the decreased sense of smell and bite power) to help humans out, especially in the area of crime fighting.

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Raccoon knows!

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Halloween XXIII: The Return Of Michael Myers’ Cousin’s Roomate’s Cat

…insert spooky piano music and meow here

I did not plan for this to go up on Halloween, as it is neither spooky or funny, but this is how things work out. I’ve been meaning to write about this for years.

The Final Goodbye

Let me preface this by saying that I do not at all believe in the supernatural, from the existence of ghosts to God. I don’t believe in any of it. Dead is dead.

That being said, I do understand I could be wrong and would be interested in any concrete scientific evidence to the contrary. So far, none exists.

What I do believe in, backed up by mountains of scientific evidence and personal experience, is that the human mind deals with strong emotions in endless ways.

The emotion I’m going to talk about is grief and how my mind deals with it.

And I’m specifically talking about grief after losing a non-human companion.

ROSCOE


In 2005, our first dog, Roscoe, died. He was old for a basset, nearly 16, and had health issues that only got worse in his last couple of years. His death was not unexpected, but still hit us very hard.

It was18 months before we felt ready for another dog, at which point we adopted Daisy Ann (November 2006). A month later, we adopted Winker Sue (December, 2006). They filled a huge hole in our hearts.

In that 18 months before we adopted Daisy & Winker, I thought about Roscoe often, but I never had a dream about him or really felt that final moment where you really let go. I just sort of rolled along. After we got The Girls, I thought about Roscoe somewhat less often. I was dealing with two rowdy dogs and life and such.

But in February of 2007, just before I was due to go to Dundracon, I was sitting in the living room late at night when it happened. I was very tired and had just looked at The Girls sleeping in front of the TV when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

It was Roscoe. The front door was open a foot or so and he gave me a doggy smile and a little woof. Then I heard him say, “You’ll be okay now, boss. I’m outta here.”

Then he walked out the door, which shut behind him.

I jumped in my chair, no doubt coming fully awake. Everything was totally normal. The Girls were still sleeping, the tv was still on the Food Network and the house was otherwise quiet. At that point, I felt tears running down my face and said “Goodbye, Roscoe”.

From that point on I felt a weight lifted from me. I still thought of the old boy, but I wasn’t sad. Even on the first anniversary of his death, which is always terrible, be the deceased human or NHT, was not as sad as I expected.

DAISY ANN


Fast forward a bit less than two years and we lost Daisy Ann to cancer. She was just over 6 years old and Grace, Winker and I missed her. I had been taking nightly long walks, sometimes up to 5 miles, with Daisy and I called her My Old Walking Partner. After she died in early January, 2009, I stopped taking nightly walks. My heart was not in it and Winker was not inclined toward long walks.

But after about 3 months, I decided to start taking walks again. For a couple of weeks, I avoided the streets that Daisy and I walked, but one night I set off on our favorite walk, just to see how I’d handle it.

I got about 4 blocks from home, at the intersection where we usually paused to decide which route to take, when I got the very distinct feeling that a dog was beside me. I looked down and just for a fraction of a second, saw a black & white blur turn down one street. I did not hear a voice, but I got the overwhelming feeling that I was supposed to keep walking while Daisy went off on another route.

I walked for well over an hour non-stop, crying for the first few minutes. After that night, I felt okay about taking walks in that area.

WINKER

Winker was born with a pretty bad heart murmur and when we adopted her at age 2+, the vets from UC Davis told us she would never live the average 10-12 years that bassets usually do. We accepted that and loved her very much. She was our little one eyed sweetie.

In 2011, she nearly died from congestive heart failure, but with medication and love, she pulled through. However, the vet told me that her time was limited, with maybe one more year. As it turned out, she died just a few days over a year later, going downhill rapidly over about 3 days.

When Winker died in February of 2012, we had had Lucy for almost 3 years and Sasha for 2 months. That and knowing that Winker was on borrowed time tended to lessen the hurt. Having been through what I now called “The Final Goodbye” twice, I waited for Winker to do hers.

And I waited. And waited some more.

It was 6 months later, in August, that it happened. It was a Saturday morning and I was sleeping in. Grace was out on some errand and Sasha & Lucy were asleep in the living room. Then I felt a dog lick my hand (which was hanging off the edge of the bed) and I heard Winker’s distinctive whine. I was waking up when I heard her happy bark. Of course, she was not there, but I still cried a bit.

LUCY LOUISE

Lucy was a mental mess when we got her. I have written about that before, so I won’t go into it here, but by the time she died from lymphoma, in August of 2013, she was much better. She had issues with most other dogs, but she loved Grace and I like crazy.

We had about 4 months to come to terms with her impending death, but of course, it is never easy. The fact that we adopted Daisy Mae just a few days after Lucy died did a huge amount toward healing us.

About two weeks after she died, I saw a dog that looked very much like Lucy at the dog park. For a variety of reasons, I had taken Sasha and Daisy there early in the morning and for even more reasons, I was about 3 days into some seriously shitty sleeping at night. I was pretty tired and a bit punchy and I still missed Lucy.

Turns out, that was the perfect formula for that dog to sort of morph into Lucy, but a happy and unafraid Lucy. She was running and barking having a great time. It lasted maybe 30 seconds and then I blinked and that dog was not Lucy, but I felt pretty happy. Sad, too, and still punchy, but happy. I took The Girls home and had a 5 hour nap.

And now we are on a path toward Silky dying. We have no real time frame, but if she is still here at Christmas, I’ll be surprised. Will Silky have a final goodbye for me? By now, I’m pretty certain of it. My mind will find some way to have one last moment with her, one bit of strong self-healing. It will let me know that it’s time to move on.

EDIT FROM 12/6/18: Silky died November 20, 2018. As of this writing, she has not said her final goodbye.

Gandalf Picard VS The Robotic Spice Rebels Of Narnia

…if I can make just one fanboy weep, my job is done

The Doclopedia #1,408

Capes & Cloaks: Cape Fear

Fear is a very powerful emotion, as and soldier or adventurer can tell you. Fear can make you run farther and faster than ever you thought possible, or it can make you leap into danger with deadly intent.

Today, students, we will discuss a cape of terrible power, one that you have probably all heard tales about as children. Today we discuss Cape Fear.

Quiet down! QUIET DOWN! The cape is no danger to us today. As you can plainly see, it is fully enclosed in a case made of Professor Ranik al Haraba’s most wonderful magic proof glass. I give you my word that there will be no leakage today. Unless, of course, some of you wet yourself when I revealed the cape.

Let’s take a look at it here. A rather plain affair made of gray and white wool in a sort of hounds tooth pattern. It attaches below the neck with a short chain and a clasp. I should think it would come down to about the waist on a 6 foot tall person. In all ways it appears totally normal.

But we know differently, don’t we? This cape is over 300 years old and has been worn by at least 10 insane killers that we know of. The Falburgh Ripper, Lady Vezeel, The Gray Headsman, Yogarl of the Swamp Clan, Sir Ansent Bartok…the list goes on and on. Each of them wore the cloak and were driven mad by the need to incite fear and terror. They tortured and dismembered and even cannibalized their victims before finally being brought to justice.

Yes, yes, Miss Broadfoot, how indeed did the cape remain undetected for so long? Was it ineptitude by the authorities? No, although they were more than a little inept at times. Perhaps the crazed killers had an accomplice that spirited the cape away after the killer’s death? None have ever been found.

No, the simple answer it that the cape shuts off it’s curse for a time and is tossed away or put in a pile with the killers other clothes, for later burning. This buys the cape enough time to entice somebody to take it away from any danger of being buried or destroyed. Over a period of a day or two, it causes itself to become clean and new looking. After that, it might be worn by several people, until the day comes when it meets just the right person. Then it turns the curse back on and begins driving them mad.

Take a good long look at Cape Fear, students. In a few days, it will be transported to a secluded locale to be burned into nothingness by magical fire. After that, it will haunt our world no longer.

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New Board Games For Cats

…they mostly lay on them and play with the pieces

 

The Doclopedia #1,407

Capes & Cloaks: Cloak Of Shadows

Good morning, students! As promised, this week we shall discuss various capes and cloaks, each imbued with strange powers. Now do quiet down so we may get started.

Now, you see before you a very well tailored cloak. It is meant to attach to a shirt or jacket at a point just a couple of inches below the collarbones. The collar of the cloak is quite high, coming up about halfway on one’s ears. The interior is red and the exterior is black. It is made from a light, yet very durable fabric. Our best estimate is that it was made for a person standing at least 6 foot 2 inches tall.

So, a very fine looking cloak, but what of it’s special powers? Ah, well, those are interesting indeed. To begin with, the wearer of the cloak can become extremely hard to see in any sort of darkness or deep shadow. Indeed, after wearing it for a while, one can even cause the minds of those around you to become cloudy, leading to them not being able to see you at all. Most interesting, I think you’ll agree.

Perhaps an even greater power, though one that is a two edged sword, is the ability to know what evil lies in the human or humanoid heart. You know who has evil tendencies just by looking at them. You also know who will act on this evil and who will not act…yet. Trust me when I tell you finding out that an old friend is some sort of evil bastard is not something you will enjoy. This is only made worse by the cloak’s final power.

It wants you to fight evil.

And when I say “fight evil”, I mean going after criminals and evildoers and stopping them in any way necessary, including killing them. It is not an urge that is easily resisted, which is why wearing the cloak is no longer allowed.

Now, off you go to your next class!