Summer is almost gone. The weather hasn’t been as hot as it was last year, but movie theaters are still the best place to escape the heat. The past few years have been good to comic-book nerds like yours truly. From big names like Batman and Spider-Man, to lesser known titles like Hellboy and Wanted. There have been a lot of misses in the past, (Dare Devil, Fantastic Four) but it seems like Hollywood has finally figured it out. It seems like every comic-book-based movie this year has been done rather well. Iron Man was non-stop fun from beginning to end. The story and character were very engaging, and the effects were outstanding. The Dark Knight seems to have broken all stigmas when it comes to the kind of audience that watches these type of movies. Everyone and their grandma, literally, have watched it. The film didn’t hold back with it’s grim story, and it showed everyone that comic-books are not just for kids. This will hopefully open up people’s minds to upcoming movies like Watchmen, which is based on one of the best graphic novels of all times. All in all, the future looks bright for comic-book movies.
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August 5th, 2008
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I would like to think that I am not the kind of person that uses a space such as this blog to rant and bitch about society, but let’s forget that for now. I really have to rant about hospitals, doctors and our entire medical system here in the United States. I feel that it is my right to bitch about it, specially with the amount of taxes and insurance money I spend on a monthly basis.
In the past ten months I have spent endless hours at places like emergency rooms, private medical facilities, ambulances, etc, I have spent a lot more time at these places than I would like to, (but that’s a whole other rant on it’s own) and I can’t express enough how disappointed I am by the whole system. Emergency rooms are a total disaster. The average wait time seems to be at least an hour. When you finally get to see a doctor, it seems like they only get to see you for less than ten minutes, before they move on to the next patient. They sign a few documents and look at notes a nurses took, make a few comments and then they’re off. Now, I can totally understand that things are hectic at an emergency room, but what really irks me is that for those 20 minutes, the doctor is probably getting paid a couple thousand dollars. Anyway, i could go on for a few more paragraphs, but it’s late and I want to go home.
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June 26th, 2008
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This isn’t exactly the best subject to write about after being away from this blog for a few weeks, but I feel obligated to at least record this somewhere.
Last night Mary called me. It was rather late, which usually means that she’s hanging out somewhere near me and wants to hang out. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. She said with a broken voice, “Kenny didn’t make it.” It took me a few seconds to figure out exactly what she was saying. I wasn’t sure of what to say so I remained silent. After she hung up, it really hit me. I sat on the floor, a few tears flowed. It was really sad to know that he was gone, but I also knew that at least he wasn’t in pain any more. After a few minutes I texted her the bad news. Kenny was one of the few friends of mine that she actually liked. I knew she would care to know.
I know how people usually write these things. They talk about how great the person was. They talk about how much joy they brought to the people around them, etc, and at the risk of sounding cliche, I will do the same. I can’t really think of a time when Kenny wasn’t laughing. He was always making jokes, specially after a few drinks, but the way I will always remember him is with that intense and happy look on his face as he stomped away at the bunker dance floor.
Ite Missa Est.
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June 24th, 2008
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Bright Eyes - Hit The Switch
I’m staring out into that vacuum again
from the back porch of my mind
the only thing that’s alive, I’m all there is
and I start attacking my vodka
stab the ice with my straw
my eyes have turned red as stoplights
you seem ready to walk
you know I’ll call you eventually
when I wanna talk, ’til then you’re invisible
cause there’s this switch that gets hit
and it all stops making sense
and in the middle of drinks
maybe the fifth or the sixth
I’m completely alone at a table of friends
I feel nothing for them
I feel nothing, nothing.
well I need a break from the city again
I think I’ll ship myself back west
I’ve got a friend there she says,
“hey anytime”
unless that offers expired
I have been less than frequent
she’s under no obligation
to indulge every whim
and I’m so ungrateful, I take
she gives and forgives and I keep forgetting it
and each morning she wakes
with a dream to describe
something lovely that bloomed
in her beautiful mind
i say, “I’ll trade you one
for two nightmares of mine,
I have somewhere I die,
I have somewhere we all die”
I’m thinking of quitting drinking again
I know I’ve said that a couple of times
and I’m always changing my mind
well I guess I am
but there’s this burn in my stomach
and there’s this pain in my side
and when I kneel at the toilet
and the morning’s clean light
pours in through the window
sometimes I pray I don’t die
I’m a goddamn hypocrite
but then night rolls around and it all starts making sense
there is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live
and so I do what I do, and at least I exist
what could mean more than this?
what would mean more, mean more?
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June 9th, 2008
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Last Sunday I attempted to run all 26.2 miles of the San Diego Marathon, but due to my knee not healing fully from the 12 mile run less than two months ago, I ended up just doing the half marathon.
I started the race fine. I had set my watch to 5/1 intervals, and everything was ok for about 2.5 miles. Towards the end of mile 3 my knee decided that it was too soon to run. I had a small knee band around it to minimize the impact, but that didn’t really help much. At that point I decided that I might as well walk the whole thing, and so began the limping into victory. 13.1 miles later I had a medal around my neck while I sat on the wet grass eating a bag of potato chips and tried to ignore my aching knee. Good times indeed.
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June 6th, 2008
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