Dian Fossey loved gorillas so much, she dedicated her life to the study and preservation of them. In 1966 she went to live in the African jungle in order to get close to them, learn their behaviors and befriend them, while fighting off poachers who hunted them. She published articles to gain attention and support for gorilla conservation. In 1985, when she was 54 years old, Dian was found murdered in her jungle cabin. The mystery of her death was never fully resolved.
Dian Mu [電母] is the Chinese goddess of lightning, who is said to have used flashing mirrors to send bolts of lightning across the sky. It is believed that she can distinguish good from evil in order to uphold justice.
The legend of Dian Mu goes that, in ancient times, there was no lightning during thunderstorms. One night, the God of Thunder killed a good woman by mistake. He blamed himself for a long time. Then he told the Jade Emperor about this woman. The Jade Emperor commiserated with the victim and conferred the Goddess of Lightning on her.
From then on, the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning worked together to chase away the evil spirits and punish the criminals. In order not to kill the good people, the Goddess of Lightning would use her mirror to judge first and then the God of Thunder would make thunder to punish the evil. Therefore, we can always see a flash of lightning before hearing the thunder during the thunderstorm.
Wonder Woman was a fucking badass in Batman Vs Superman. She slayed. She dominated while she was on screen. She is the kind of representation that is needed in superhero movies. She was great in every part. Plus, she is getting her own solo superhero movie. Only female superhero to have that.
She was a fantastic addition to the cast and made the entire movie better. Congrats to Gal Gadot for an amazing portrayal of Wonder Woman!
Ron only accepts April’s invitation to Thanksgiving dinner because she tells him he can cook the turkey.
“Last year it got all burnt,” she complains. “My dad was too busy with football and my mom was too busy gossiping with my aunts. You don’t like sports and there’s no way you’d ever talk to someone so long that you forget about meat.”
“That is true,” Ron replies. “Thank you, April. I will bring my own turkey, and I will be using my own grill.”
The Ludgate residence is a madhouse when Ron arrives Thanksgiving morning. April directs him into the backyard to set up his grill, then rushes off to stop Andy from dropping one of her cousins on his head. Ron gets the grill set up in no time, then begins seasoning the turkey. Once the cooking process begins, he sits on a chair and begins to carve a block of wood. It’s slightly nippy, but he’s wearing a coat and would rather die than go inside with all those people.
Things are crazy enough in the kitchen that no one bothers him for a while. April’s mother comes out to say hello, but
she’s called back into the kitchen
before she can ask Ron too many questions.
At half past eleven a motorcycle rumbles up in front of the house. Not long after, a woman with curly black hair joins Ron on the patio. She appears to be in her early thirties and is wearing a leather jacket.
“Mind if I sit here?” she asks.
“Not at all.”
And that’s it. They don’t introduce themselves, nor do they ask how the other is tied to the Ludgates. Ron continues whittling down the wood, checking on the turkey every so often, and the woman takes a pull from a flask.
“Whisky,” she tells him. “Want some?”
“Thank you” He accepts.
They sit like this for a good half an hour until Andy bounds out the back door and asks if the turkey’s done.
“Just about, son,” Ron says pensively, looking at his handiwork. “Why don’t you tell April to bring me some carving knives and a cutting board?”
He does and April comes out, in the middle of a debate of whether or not she should let her husband practice juggling knives. On the one hand, it would be hilarious. On the other, she’s really hungry and just wants dinner to start already. A trip to the emergency room would definitely postpone eating. Before she reaches a decision, Ron takes the knives from her and brings the turkey inside.
“Oh, by the way,” April says as she, Andy, Ron, and the woman head into the kitchen, “Ron, this is my cousin Rosa. Rosa, this is my boss Ron.”
Rosa and Ron are assigned to sit next to each other at the table, providing an island of quiet in a storm of crazy. Occasionally Ron asks Rosa to pass the salt and Rosa asks Ron to pass the gravy.
Both pass on the salad.
When April’s dad asks Rosa how things are on the force, Rosa gives explicit details about a bureaucrat who was gruesomely murdered the week before. The corners of Ron’s mustache lift.
While everyone else is eating pie, Ron and Rosa retreat to the patio for whisky. He does not tell her that he is one of the best chair makers in Indiana. She does not tell him that she is thinking of buying a new sofa.
When everyone decides that they’ve had enough of family for now, Rosa grabs her helmet from the front hall.
“Your boss is pretty cool,” she says to April on her way out.
Ron packs up his grill with help from April and Andy. After he’s closed the door of his truck, he rolls the window down to tell them goodbye.
“This was not the worst Thanksgiving dinner I have attended.”