Fallen Angel

You might remember that my post last night wasn’t terribly long; Prime insisted that we should take in a viewing of Alita: Battle Angel last night. Now, I don’t want to spoil it for ayone, but it is a fairly good movie. To be honest, it’s probably the best live action adaptation of an anime that I’ve ever seen. This one was spot-on perfect, unlike some other attempts that Hollywood has tried. (Ghost in the Shell, anyone?) Prime has said that Alita is easily the best movie he’s ever seen. Sadly, I really can’t agree; it is very good but I’m forced to admit that it if it comes down between Alita and Bumblebee, Bumblebee is the better film. I freely admit that this is based in my own biases–I have them and so does Prime–so maybe he’s actually right on this one and I’m full of it.

You are warned: those infamous blood marks that Alita gets on her face? Yeah, it involves animal cruelty. That’s all I’ll say because anything else would involve spoilers. I absolutely refused to watch that scene; it put me off finishing the OAV back in the 1990s and I knew seeing it in a theatre would pretty much kill my interest in the movie. It also takes far too long to kill the big bad in question and by the time he bought it, I almost didn’t care. Almost.

The final verdict? I’d say yes, give it a watch. Yes, it is good but I can’t call it spectacular; the story dragged a bit in some spots and I think I may be losing my taste for dystopian fantasy of nearly every type. I mean, we’re pretty much living in a dystopia hellscape currently; why would I want to torture myself with a similar hellscape, even if it isn’t real? (Seriously, what type of wine pairs well with “dystopian shithole”? Other than fortified, I mean…)

I’m freaking exhausted; Prime and I didn’t get home until 00:45 and we weren’t asleep until 02:00. Well, Alita started at 22:00 so we were out for a while. I’m not as tired as I was on Christmas day, when I pulled the infamous Bumblebee marathon but I am still pretty slagged. It’s a good thing that I’m off tomorrow; I’ll be able to rest up a bit before the MRI next week. Wish me luck on that one; I’m going to need it.

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Tickets for Two

Prime wants to take in another viewing of Alita: Battle Angel tonight and he wants me to come along. So tonight’s regularly scheduled blog post is slightly abridged.

I’ll let you know how I fared tomorrow. Wish me luck on this.

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Known Allergens

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I found out the hard way that I am allergic to certain lip balms. Or, at the very least, certain ingredients in lip balms. Seriously. I had just started on a tube of Blistex–it was raspberry lemonade flavored–and the skin around my lips began to itch. Then, it started to burn. Then, I wound up with a pair of blisters, one on my upper and the second on my lower lip. On top of that, my lips felt like sandpaper and were bleeding. So I looked like Bozo the Clown after going a round or two in the ring with Muhammad Ali.

Not fun. Not fun at all.

However, I have found the cure for my condition: Vasoline Lip Therapy. Basically, it’s just petroleum jelly in a small tube. Doesn’t sound like much, but it’s the one thing that has stopped my lips from cracking and bleeding and finally numbed the pain. So it looks like this is going to be my go-to lip balm from now until forever. Apparently, there aren’t any problems with petroleum jelly; it’s not as problematic as most of the “natural” products out there. This also is fairly common; Evolution Of Smooth is being sued for this exact reason. Someone had a severe allergic reaction to their Summer Fruit flavored balm which required medical attention of some stripe. It’s also fairly well-known with Burt’s Bees, too.

No, I’m not going to sue anyone over this. Shit happens. But now I know what to do when it does, so there’s that, at least.

It seems that Bumblebee will be getting a digital release on March 9th and a home media release on April 2nd. I want both. I need a physical copy or three of the movie because that’s always been my thing, but I want the digital, too. So I can carry Bumblebee in my pocket wherever I go. For reasons. Namely, I’ll never be bored at work again. Think I can convince Prime?

Prime saw Alita: Battle Angel on Sunday. He said it was better than the Transformer films, including Bumblebee. Me, I’m skittish about seeing it; it seems that the filmmakers stuck pretty close to the source material and I know the source of the blood on Alita’s face. It was the reason I “noped” out of the anime back in the 1990s. So I’m on the fence when it comes to that one, sad to say.

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Testing

So, I have a new smartphone. It works. I downloaded the WordPress app. Again, like the tablet, this might be a game changer.

Makes me wish BotCon was still being held; I could have blogged me some panels. Or something. Go me.

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Sunday Morning Nostalgia Crush!

The opening to Dinosaucers, which I rarely saw. It didn’t really make it to my area.

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Table For Two (Or More)

It’s been another shitty week, so let’s make it a kitty week. So here’s what cat owners do on Valentine’s Day. Enjoy!

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No, It’s Just Ohio

Yeah, it is. It’s called “Ohio”. Though Indiana and Illinois can make a case for being a close second and third.

My MRI’s been scheduled; I’m looking at Feb 25 at 9:00. I’m off that day, so I don’t have to worry about messing around with work. I’m nervous as hell, though. The MRI isn’t as bad as an ultrasound or a mammogram per se, but it involves an IV–which will have to go into my hand–and I absolutely detest hypodermic needles. That was one of the things that Prime and I agreed upon very early on: neither one of us like dealing with needles. We’d rather deal with something the hell else. Doctor’s appointments and the like would be a lot easier on both of us if we didn’t have to deal with the damned injections.

My anxiety seemingly spiked a few days ago; I had a couple of near panic attacks while at the exit door at work. I wasn’t entirely sure as to why until later on in my shift. The reason? It has to do with the current season.

It’s winter. Last year, my anxiety spiked in January and February, then dropped off in early March. This year? The same thing seems to be happening. Why?

My first mammogram was in January of 2016 and shortly afterwards, I needed a second. Then on the very day I had the second, I got a stereotactic biopsy of my left breast. When I got the results from that, I had to meet with a specialist and suddenly I was being asked if I’d ever had surgery or been admitted to the hospital before. (I had been admitted to the hospital, but I was four years old when it happened. I had been injured in a car accident.)

On March 1st 2016, I had a surgical biopsy of my left breast. The weeks following up to this procedure were among the most stressful of my life.

The season itself is now a bit of a stressor in my case. A lot of negative things happened in the winter of 2016 so when it starts getting cold, I start getting anxious, as if I’m waiting for the next bit of bad news, the other shoe to drop. I seemingly can’t help it; snowfall and colder temperatures encourage panic attacks. It’s something that I just can’t control. No matter how hard I might try, I can’t override that feeling of dread. The Zoloft has helped, so I’m not at the exact same point as last year, but I’m still antsy. Once I’m past March, I should be a lot better. At least, I should be.

For the first time since last October, I’m wearing my Milwaukee Brewers earrings. Spring training is just around the corner; pitchers and catchers have already reported in some cases. It won’t be long until Opening Day. I can barely wait.

It also doesn’t help that I’m watching For Love of the Game on satellite right now; it was the first movie that Prime and I watched on Pay-Per-View back in 2000. He ordered it for a full twenty four hours and we watched together.

I think that may have been the first time Prime admitted just how much of a baseball fan he truly was. I had known that he was a Brewers fan, as he had told me before the move, but I don’t think I had really glommed onto just how much he enjoyed the game itself. His love of baseball, his enthusiam and passion, spread to me during our first few months in our very first apartment together. In the early spring, he took me to Fox Cities Stadium for my first Minor League game.

That was when the Wisconsin Timber Rattlers were affiliated with the Seattle Mariners and we had Shin Soo-Choo playing. I freely admit, when the All Star ballots made their rounds in the years after, I voted for Shin every single time. I have a bit of a soft spot for him, because of that stint with the TRats.

Prime was patient; he expained the rules and what was going on during the innings. The action was easy for me to follow and I was pulled in, slowly but surely. Some years later, Prime and I made a pilgrimage to Milwaukee and Miller Park for our first Major League baseball game together. When I sat in that seat and looked at the field, taking in the names on the backs of the jerseys: Braun, Fielder, Hart, it hit me and hit me hard. This was the Bigs. These were the guys who were paid the big money. This was the real deal, professional baseball.

When I realized that, I was in awe. And I was madly in love.

And it all started with Prime and a Pay-Per-View movie. If you had told me twenty years ago that I would be a die-hard Brewers fan, I would have either laughed at you or said you were crazy. I wasn’t a baseball fan and it wasn’t happening. As always, Prime proved me wrong.

In this case, I’m glad he did.

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