"Let's get on our knees and pray. I don't know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?"
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There’s a very specific kind of reverence embedded in this line: the mock-liturgical tone of people who don’t actually believe in miracles, but have spent enough time around physics to know it can feel like one. Adam Savage frames a technical problem like a tiny religious crisis, and that’s the joke - not religion itself, but the way maker culture drifts into devotion when the stakes are high and the variables are unforgiving.
The first sentence, “Let’s get on our knees and pray,” deliberately overreacts to what’s probably a lab or workshop moment: you’ve built the rig, you’ve dialed in the setup, and now you’re at the mercy of materials, timing, and dumb luck. Savage’s follow-up undercuts the piety instantly: “I don’t know to whom.” It’s self-aware, lightly agnostic, and it keeps the humor from turning smug. He’s not sermonizing; he’s narrating the feeling of not being in control.
Then comes the perfect specificity: “a patron saint of ballistics gel.” That phrase yokes the sacred to the absurdly practical. Ballistics gel is the gold-standard stand-in for flesh in testing, which gives the line a sly edge: this is playacting with serious tools, entertainment built on simulations of impact and damage. The subtext is classic Savage: curiosity with guardrails, spectacle with accountability. When experiments flirt with danger or failure, the “prayer” isn’t faith - it’s respect for reality, delivered with a grin.
The first sentence, “Let’s get on our knees and pray,” deliberately overreacts to what’s probably a lab or workshop moment: you’ve built the rig, you’ve dialed in the setup, and now you’re at the mercy of materials, timing, and dumb luck. Savage’s follow-up undercuts the piety instantly: “I don’t know to whom.” It’s self-aware, lightly agnostic, and it keeps the humor from turning smug. He’s not sermonizing; he’s narrating the feeling of not being in control.
Then comes the perfect specificity: “a patron saint of ballistics gel.” That phrase yokes the sacred to the absurdly practical. Ballistics gel is the gold-standard stand-in for flesh in testing, which gives the line a sly edge: this is playacting with serious tools, entertainment built on simulations of impact and damage. The subtext is classic Savage: curiosity with guardrails, spectacle with accountability. When experiments flirt with danger or failure, the “prayer” isn’t faith - it’s respect for reality, delivered with a grin.
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