Monday, April 20, 2015

Early Birthday Present

     Where have I been? I've been wrapped up caring for my early present, the gift that likes to keep giving. The gift I have been trying not to share.

     Three days to my birthday, and I have what is presenting as a light head cold. By birthday zero hour, I am in the throes of what appears to be at least a 7 on a scale of 10 in terms of sinus infections. For the next few days, as I worsen, then improve, I work, then collapse at the end of the day. I manage to work most of my hours for the week. In between that, I binge-watch a new show I have discovered, Murdoch Mysteries. That one is highly recommended by me, BTW.

     Wednesday Night- after days of sleeping fitfully, and short, I take two nighttime cold remedy pills, and remember why I don't do that. It's because when I wake on Thursday, I don't. Wake. I spend the day squinting at my PC screen, reading and re-reading the words there through the Absinthine green Nyquil haze of the consciousness I am barely clinging to. My day ends, I nap, get up and play with Tango (who is pissed) and sleep.

     Finally, Friday rolls around, and I think I might survive. Yesterday, I met my sister at Ikea, and we shopped, picked up improved lights for my display case. Then we met my parents and had late-birthday KFC.

Which brings me to today. When I can finally sit, compose my thoughts and this post.

For more on Nyquil... Dr. Denis Leary's prescription- NSFW or kids

Saturday, April 4, 2015

We All Knew it Was Coming...

      Just a quickie post about two CW shows...

     First off- The Flash... CW did it right from the very start- I didn't really like Grant Gustin when I first saw him on Arrow, but on the pilot of his own show, he shone. He brought all the optimism and hope to the character that Arrow was lacking for Oliver Queen. now don't get me wrong- I like Arrow, very much, but he's being played much more Batman than Green Arrow.

     Anyway... the Flash Episode titled "Tricksters" was I think my favorite of the season. In the original Flash TV series back in the 1990's (heavily influenced by Tim Burton's Batman) Mark Hamill played the Trickster. the new series gives more than a few nods to the old one, and this episode was no exception, and DID NOT DISAPPOINT.

     Mark Hamill may play a bland-ish hero on screen (yes, Luke, I mean that) but as a villain....OH-HO-HO-WOW! He left little scenery unchewed, and (spoiler) the great dramatic reveal to the younger Trickster(I AM YOUR FATHER) must have tasted sweet, echoing as it did his own career(endspoiler). If you have not watched this episode... you will love it. I personally guarantee it or your hour back.

     The Other Show is IZombie.  I started this one a little skeptical. figured it was a combination CSI/Autopsy show with a supernatural/zombie twist. And it is. And it is fun. The writing is tight and pop-culture referential, which has been pure win for all the seasons of Supernatural. My favorite Character on the show at this point is Clive Babinaux, followed closely by Dr Ravi.

the title of this post comes from this very moment in The Flash, Tricksters

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Fiction Authors

     On one of my not infrequent trips to the ARC thrift, I happened across a book titled Storm Front, by Richard Castle. It's not bad. It's not the best piece of western fiction I have ever read, but its not bad.
      So if you don't know... Richard Castle doesn't actually exist. I suppose he is as real an author as John H Watson M.D., and as real as people believe. But independent life...? He has none. Richard Castle is the title character on Castle, where he is a bestselling author who consults with New York's finest on their strangest cases.

     The book is a media tie in, one of the books the fictional Castle wrote and published.

     It makes me think of Spinal Tap, that famous nonexistent band, subject of  a documentary and two successful albums. There are those who still believe Spinal Tap was a real band and not three actors well known for tongue in cheek humor.

     It also makes me ponder how much our beliefs create reality. How real does something have to be to be believed in, and how much do we have to believe to make something real? a quick check on Google shows results between 20-50% of people who believe Sherlock Holmes was a real detective, and that historical figures such as Winston Churchill were fictional.

     We are human- much of our intelligence, much of our culture is about believing in things you cannot prove. Little Surprise then, that the things we love, and that entertain us become more real than the things that have more historical meat. I'm going to out myself here, and admit freely that my relationships with fictional characters are often more real and rewarding than my relationships with actual breathing humans. Just turned out that way, I'm afraid. 

     So I am gonna read this book, and look forward to Castles next bestseller

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Three Nights With Robin Williams

...And Ben Stiller

     As I am sure you have figured out, I watched the Night at the Museum trilogy this week, and I realized as I was doing so that it was kind of my way to say farewell to Robin Williams.

     I found myself really enjoying, but assessing the characters in all three movies, and the characterizations. The only possible casting choice I find dubious is General Custer, but Bill Hader is hilarious- he just looks a little young to me.(We're Americans. We don't plan, we do!). Stiller and Azaria as Larry Daley and Kahmunrah respectively get to have some great verbal duels that harken back to Mystery Men.

     But to Robin...

     He's great as Teddy Roosevelt, nobody better I could picture- funny, but wise and mentoring at the same time. I may be imagining it, or I may be dead on, when I say I could see he was really tired in the third movie. I think it's natural, and oh, so very human to look for hidden clues after something like Robin Williams' suicide; to say "he looked so sad in that last movie...I can't believe we didn't see it". My Ex, Sam, talked a lot after "the Dark Knight" about how someone should have seen that Heath Ledger was really messed up, and helped him out, that not all of his chilling and freaky performance as the Joker was performance, some of it was the medicine he was on. But I digress- I am a known Digressor. (if you drift off onto another subject in order to avoid a fight, does that make you passive/digressive?)

     The ending of the last movie just seems so...sad, for Larry, and for the New York Museum bunch. Even the epilogue, 3 years later seems sad for Larry. I was seriously choked up for about the last half hour.

     For one of the last movies Robin Williams ever made, it was not his finest, but it sure wasn't bad, either. It was a suitable cap on his career, giving us all the ways he made us laugh and cry, in a neat little package.

     Thanks, Robin, for everything from Mork to now, you crazy, crazy, beautiful performer.