Skip to main content

Ten Years Gone

So far, my Thanksgiving weekend has been quite different. My roommate and I had my parents, grandmother and uncle over for the actual meal. My aunt/his mother had to work but she provided the chocolate cream pie and got a plate later. As is usual when my family gets together, we laughed a lot. My father told this story he heard on the radio where astronauts have this machine that turns their urine into drinkable water but it's still being perfected so it's still 10% urine. They compensate by using Tang! Supposedly, it tastes good...

Yesterday included going to Applebee's for lunch with more family followed by going to my grandparents for more pie and conversation. That was nice actually and devoid of annoying weirdness so yay!

Last night, we went down to see the annual "Lighting of the Holiday Tree Ceremony." They call it thus to be PC but aside from "The Dreidel Song" and the universally accepted "I Love Mud." It was all Christmas. Be accepting of all faiths or don't but half-ass is just stupid. Besides Rick Charette whose set would have been great if they cut it in half, there was a brief Nutcracker presentation from the Maine State Ballet and and equally brief presentation from one of the faculty from the Portland Conservatory of Music. (I would have liked more from the school myself.) Also, it was freezing. And there was patches of black ice on the sidewalk going home.

What I really want to talk about is the tenth anniversary of, and I can't think of a nice way of putting this, being rejected. On the perhaps brighter side, it freed me up to pursue other relationships, none of which have panned out so far but that's neither here nor there at the moment.

I've been doing well actually. I hadn't really thought about her and I probably wouldn't have noticed the anniversary if it wasn't for a series of events that happened to me over the last 4 months or so. I won't bore you with the whole sequence but the capper happened yesterday; on the actual day itself. I discovered she had joined Facebook. On the face of it, it's just an odd coincidence but in the "cosmic view" of things it's very weird indeed. Now, as I type this, I'm not even where I was yesterday. I was admittedly mopey about it then, passing it off as tryptophan-withdrawal, but today, I feel able to just shrug it off.

Anyway, I wanted to share that with you all so thanks for listening.

Comments

JRRyan said…
10 years? It feels like enough time has gone by so I can call her a tool-y whore, sight unseen. Too bad Facebook is such a necessary evil but you can block her, right?
Likestrek said…
I haven't freinded her. Actually the problem was kind of me. I didn't know she had a bf at the time....

Popular posts from this blog

Thor Or Thunderstrike?

Marvel screwed the pooch with the Thor  franchise from the beginning. They took the more modern notion that the Asgardians are aliens not gods. In itself, that's fine but I can't help but think that just made it more complicated not less. (Wonder Woman  just killed them off which is better but that's still a big nitpick from me about THAT movie...)

I stopped regularly reading comics  after I graduated college in the early part of the century so I don't know when secret identities became passé but I think this also hurt the franchise. Originally, instead of dropping Thor on his head and giving him amnesia, Odin put him the mortal body of Donald Blake and then Eric Masterson. (Was that a complaint about Ghost Rider? Same concept really...)

In Thor: Ragnarok, to me, this '90's era of the comic where Eric Masterson WAS Thor was the best run of the comic and there were many Easter eggs from that period from Thor's Earth garb (with Mjolnir disguised as an umbrell…

Wasn't A Complete Punishment

Checking my Facebook Memories this morning, it is apparently the anniversary of my review of Jessica Jones.  In many reviews of  The Punisher Jessica Jones  is the pinnacle all other Marvel Netflix (or in some cases, Marvel shows on any network but that's a post for another time...) must be held to. I'll tell you straight out, I personally enjoyed both seasons of  Daredevil  more so... (Hell,  The Punisher  had a less annoying support cast...)

For reasons I didn't consider back then and don't care about now, comic books in the '90's saw the creation of more violent  characters to presumably dispel the notion comics weren't just for kids. Ironman, Thor, Captain America and, perhaps ironically, Batman got more gritty counterparts and the Punisher (and Deadpool) was created. Like most superheroes, Frank Castle's origins begin with the death of a family member; in his case, ALL OF THEM. In comics, it was due to be caught in the crossfire of a mob shootout…

Setup Complete

When I wrote my blog post on the previous Netflix series, Luke Cage, I noted it was only about 90% as dark as Daredevil  and Jessica Jones. Iron Fist  is only about 90% as dark as that series.While that does make me question the Mature rating, I have no problem with that.

I feel in the mood to structure at least the beginning of this review on my feelings on complaints I've heard

1. The acting and writing: I'm sure my bar is lower than others but I feel people who feel the strongest about this have never watched movies on Lifetime or Hallmark. (Oddly, I read a comment on Twitter from a complainer that he had higher hopes for Cloak and Dagger on Freeform than  Inhumans on ABC. Special effects budget, sure but writing and acting? I think that's an iffy wager at best but I digress.)

Finn Jones and Jessica Henwick are great as Danny Rand and Colleen Wing. Danny to me is just as a 25 year old man who spent 15 years cut off from the world as he knew it in a monastery (think ster…