I took a rather long, large break because I had a relapse with illness and the malaise again. Sometimes I wonder if getting a flu shot is worth it since I get sick with something regardless.
I tried to take it easy. Worked Christmas Eve and Day to make the extra money supporting only specific instances, otherwise we were closed. It’s pretty amazing how some people still call. Either they forget what day it is or they think the world revolves around them. To celebrate Eve for me (Somara stayed late), I took in my second screening of The Force Awakens. Christmas Day we both enjoyed a nice, special dinner at the local McCormick & Schmicks. She thought they wouldn’t be open and expressed doubt in getting reservations; which I set up two days in advance online! Thanks to my weight hovering around 250, I went with all the seafood choices.
After Christmas dinner, we went our own ways again. Somara had work the following morning and I wanted wrap up the current housesitting run, plus I had set the DVR to catch one cycle of A Christmas Story on TBS. I continue to laugh at how this movie was put together by the same guy behind Porky’s.
Boxing Day was when the needle went head-first into suck. While tidying up, I banged my right foot really hard on a piece of furniture. The good news? I certainly don’t have diabetes based upon the how much it smarted! The bad news? The shades of purple it resulted in after a couple hours, it looked like I had diabetes if you remember the horrifying revelation from Nothing in Common, a lesser Tom Hanks and Garry Marshall movie. The toe and related area are much better. Pain remains but nothing on par with the initial injury. After all matters were ready for my friends’ return, I felt a bit tired and went home figuring I’d watch some TV, squeeze in a power nap.
HA!
Firstly, I forgot about the tuner dying the previous weekend. We do have a replacement I bought within hours, we just haven’t installed it. I went with lying down on the bed, watching the new F is For Family on a tablet. Zoned out, slept and was sick. This resulted in being pretty bed-ridden and ill for four more days. I hate such events especially when I have high hopes to enjoy a slow, profitable week.
I’ve recovered enough to start implementing the updates on the site unless I’m shot in the back by an anxious open-carry Ammosexual fearing I’m a terrorist due to my beard and Italian surname many mistake for Arabic/South Asian. The insanity of Texas continues. I try to take comfort in remembering how time is not on the side of the angry old whiteys who pass these egregious laws. Yet I fear I may never live to see the day when they’re finally driven out of power. They’ve been around for two centuries, what’s a few more decades to their collective sickness? My plan? Find and make a collective list of places to support who have banned the Ammosexuals’ so-called right to play cowboy.
Moving along. I have decided to dedicate all of 2016’s headers to Star Trek which turns 50 this year. It’s a bummer Leonard Nimoy, DeForrest Kelley, James Doohan, Mark Lenard and the Roddenberrys didn’t live long enough to see this. I’ll throw in other minor characters/actors too, they contributed key parts to the legend with their performances, namely Ricardo Montalban. The show was a big part of my life too. Reruns were always on somewhere when the Seventies kicked in. Hard to believe PBS aired the show for a while; the University of Illinois affiliate did when I lived in Champaign-Urbana around 1977-79. People mock the original show over something. I too don’t think it was perfect. It was more a product of its day. Even when an episode had a legitimate Sci-Fi writer involved, the guidelines to contemporary TV had to be followed. Hence, the Western-style action and/or lazy Shakespeare/WWII plot muddled in with the warnings about nuclear war, overpopulation, racism and tampering. To save money, there “planets” were inhabited by Paramount’s backlot (sadly, studios no longer have them in their tax-dodging schemes). You couldn’t do a serious show today if the residents emulated the Nazis, Ancient Romans or Chicago Gangsters of the Roaring Twenties. You’d get eye-rolling and/or conclude it’s Doctor Who. Sadly, its delayed success which led to four more shows based upon the setting and numerous descendants (Babylon 5, Battlestar Galactica, Buck Rogers in the 25th Century and the dismal SyFy network)…didn’t result in TV writing breaking beyond lazy procedurals, bullshit drama and sitcoms. Trust me, too many times Next Generation could be just Mattlock in Space. B5 was a frequent exception but the show was more wrapped around political intrigue than wonder.
You have a good, three-day weekend. I’m going to take it easy some more, enjoy the comedy of Dana Gould tonight and definitely celebrate ditching FaceBook. So if you’ve made the effort to reading this, thanks very much. I don’t plan to return often in order to line Zuckerberg’s and his ilk’s pockets.