Thursday, December 26, 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
The night before my first ever surgery, Ma'am was craving Asian food, so we went out, and decided why not take in a movie. We wanted to see Saving Mr. Banks, but found it not out yet... So we decided to pony up for the second Hobbit. I have not seen the first Hobbit; the reviews were so bad I had no desire to sit through it. Knowing the book, I figured this would be the best of the three because the middle third is the best portion of the very short novel, and it did get better reviews than the first one. I left the theatre not hating it... But it sure wasn't good either. It can best be described as fan fiction run amok. It's been a while since I read the book, but I think around 75% of the movie is not from the book. Peter Jackson was just adding shit - as much shit as he could think of. None of it actually leads anywhere or contributes anything to the story. It's just all these tangents and rabbit trails that lead nowhere but eventually loop back around to Tolkien's story. It's more like a video game than a movie, going from random fight to random fight way beyond the point where you give a crap. You could seriously cut that whole film down to like 30 minutes and not lose a single story beat or plot point or anything of significance. It would make perfect sense and be far less annoying at 30 or 40 minutes. It really is like 40 minutes of story and 2 hours of filler mixed in.
So here is my theory. There must be a maximin number of fight/action scenes you can put in a film before the audience really stops to care. Whatever that number is, Jackson exceeded it.
Here's a corollary of that theory. There is a maximum number of times that a hero can ALMOST get stabbed/shot/smashed before being saved JUST in the barest knick of time before the audience stops giving a crap. Jackson exceeded that number.
I left the theatre saying it wasn't bad but wasn't good. But the more I reflect on it... No, that was just bad. I wanted to like it, but can't. It's a shit movie. Save your money. Watch the old 1977 animated movie. It has it's flaws, but it's also only 77 minutes long.
Oh, and before I move on, I have to quote my favorite description of Sauron. Linda Holmes described him as "a fire-breathing Georgia O'keefe painting." LOL
But I didn't come here to talk about that. I was talking about my hernia... Which was only slightly more painful than that movie. I was nervous, as I was saying, about surgery. Never had one before and never want to have another one. My Owner was, of course, awesome. She held everything together and took fantastic good care of me. I love her so much, and just can't imagine life without her.
They briefly took me away from Kitten when they took me back to get the IV in. They had me change into a gown and sox... Both of which were purple and had paw prints on them. I thought the paw prints was a good sign. Ma'am was allowed to briefly rejoin me, and when she saw my paw print sox and gown she smiled big. Definitely a good omen.
The surgery seems to have gone very well. When they revived me (I had never been under general anesthetic before) they were surprised and encouraged when I reported my pain level as only a 2 or 3 on a scale to 10. I wasn't trying to act tough, I really didn't feel much pain - certainly nothing compared to what Ma'am or Sir routinely put me through. In the car, Ma'am had my collar and my squeaky dragon toy waiting for me. Wedding band back on my finger, collar back around my neck and squeaky toy in my teeth, Ma'am drove me home.
So now I have a plastic mesh permanently implanted in the muscle lining of my groin. His name is Malcolm. Malcolm in my middle. So now when you see me you can ask how Malcolm is feeling today. And my new safe word when any CBT gets too rough: "Don't upset Malcolm!"
My lovely Owner has been fantastic through all of this. She's taking very good care of me... While simultaneously getting the Treehouse (our rustic and eccentric home) ready for a small avalanche of guests to descend upon us in a few days.
Today was the winter solstice. It's the time of year to gather family about to eat, drink and be merry. I can't wait to have my family here in a few days. Parents and pack, best friends and new friends, poly boyfriends and poly girlfriends... And poly girlfriend's boyfriends. LOL. A dog, a wolf, three cats, a partridge in a pear tree, and my new buddy Malcolm the Mesh in my Midsection.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
1. I generally don’t cry at movies, but the one movie that usually makes me cry is the end of E.T. The last movie that made me tear-up was Warhorse. Fucking Steven Spielberg!
2. I think I have a mild form of prosopagnosia (AKA face blindness); I often have great trouble recognizing faces, even of those I’ve known for years. I know people more by voice and body, clothes, and context, but if you just show me a photo of someone’s face…
3. I ride a motorcycle: a 2004 Yamaha FZ6.
4. For about a year and a half I went to a Zen Center once a week for meditation and dharma talks. I really liked it.
5. I drink lots of milk. In the summer I can go through a gallon in just 2 or 3 days. I also eat lots of cookies. One of my best friends says I'm on the Santa Clause diet.
6. I like art-house films (like Richard Linklater's "Before..." trilogy) and classic movies (like The Big Sleep) and generally can’t stand most “popcorn” Hollywood contrived-blockbuster flicks (like Transformers). But I'm not a film snob; I also love James Bond and Indiana Jones... And I'm not a Star Wars prequel hater; I like the original trilogy more, but didn't hate the prequels.
7. When I was a kid they thought I might be dyslexic or have some other undiagnosed reading disorder: my comprehension has always been very good but I read slow and my spelling was very, very bad (i.e. in high school I still occasionally misspelled my own name). Now I thank the gods for spell check.
8. I am slow to anger, and I’m no good at holding grudges. I shrug things off easily. Ma'am and I have been together for 9 years, and she's only seen me get really mad like two or three times.
9. I read a lot, but mostly non-fic. I usually only do 1 or 2 novels a year.
10. My dad died when I was nine. I never really got over it.
11. When I was a kid, my favorite superhero was Spider-man. As a teenager, my favorite was Wolverine. In college, my favorite comic was The Sandman. I haven’t bought many new comics since about 2000, but I have a huge collection I enjoy re-reading.
12. I have three undergraduate majors; one is in philosophy and one is in fine art. After I finished my Masters Degree in 2000, the plan was to work for about 5 years, then go back for a PhD and find a job in academia… instead I bought a treehouse and got married. So far, I’m good w/ this. :)
13. I'm secretly part Thri-kreen.
14. I love Shakespeare. (But also just live theatre in general.)
15. I’ve been a huge fan of the late mythologist Joseph Campbell since I was like 17. I love how he can blend spirituality w/ art, psychology, and great storytelling. I was one of the original members of the Joseph Campbell Foundation back when it first started in 1995 or so. That was the first thing I really used the internet for: their online newsletter and listserv.
16. I grew up in Fairyland. Literally. Fairyland, GA. My house was on Oberon Trail. I am a creature of the Fey.
17. I am an introvert. I’m not at all shy; there is a difference. I just find people taxing, and need lots of alone-time to recharge after socializing.
18. I have been elected to the CAPEX board four times, but only served a 12-month term once. Twice, I was elected to a 6 month term, and once I resigned after three months b/c the board was paralyzed by a few assholes who were making sure nobody was having any fun. (I really had hoped to smooth things over and get things on-track, but after a couple of months I saw that this wasn’t going to happen.)
19. My earliest memory is being 3 years old and lying on the roof of our car at a drive-in movie watching Star Wars.
20. My brother and I are total opposites. He is type-A, neurotic, extremely socially conscious (i.e. always nervous about what others think of him), homophobic, very right-wing, likes to thump his Bible (but I doubt he has any really deep spiritual beliefs, thoughts, or questions), loves computers and is obsessed w/ the latest social networking technology, obsesses on college football, loves Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter, racist (he thinks it’s funny to swap “nigger” jokes w/ his redneck friends), and believes man-made climate change is all a left-wing conspiracy. Total opposites.
21. My chief value is friendship – and always has been. I don’t want popularity, but I need a small circle of true, loyal friends. My peak moments in my life have been w/ my friends. I am excessively loyal to them. I have a circle of friends going back to Jr. High School – we’ve hung together for 25 years – but my best friend is my Owner.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
"My family found out awhile back that I was bi. So naturally a christian family said I was messed up in the head and took me to see a conceler and he said "Nothing is wrong with him". So my family let me go to college, I was lucky to go to [private Baptist] University. Now my family wants to pull me out of college because they found out I'm still Bi and that I want to be a pup. And the worst part is my own father is kicking me out of my family on Monday I may not have a home anymore. Can anyone give me advice on what to do I'm sad, heartbroken and just plain confused with what I should do next. Please help."
Two days later, the same person (who is 20 years-old - and adverse to punctuation) posted this:
"I found a solution paying for [private Baptist U] is too much over $25,000 is too much it's a pirvate college I'm moving away ill get a job earn money for a year pay for a community college and be happy with my life as to how my family found out about my life they had spiwere on my computer about 2 or 3 years ago they found out. I've been to over 12 theopists all trying to get me to no longer be Bi or into any fetish they sent me to camps that taught kids that gays were sin and the army of satin for about 2-3 years I've lived in hell I hacked my computer so my family can't put spiwere on my computer anymore and well it's sad I have to leave my family to be happy but it's something I have to do I have to step up and be a man not some wimp that everyone can push around I hope I see everyone in the future it's going to be a Long bus ride"
Today, I responded:
I hope you are doing well. I was glad to read that you were leaving [private Baptist U] (almost certainly the wrong place for you to be). Community college is a great option.
I can only echo what others have said – but nonetheless I feel compelled to do so.
Know that there is nothing wrong w/ you; there is something wrong w/ them and you almost certainly won’t be able to fix them.
Know that you have every right to distance yourself from them as much as you feel you need to. I’m guessing that’s not easy, but you have every right to do what is best and healthy for you. My best friend, who is gay, broke virtually all contact w/ his biological family when he was in his early twenties (about 20 years ago now). He is fond of saying, “The family you’re born w/ is like the cards you get dealt in a game of poker: you can’t choose the cards, but you can choose not to keep them.”
Most importantly, know that you aren’t alone. Certainly one of the best things to come from the internet is that it allows those like us to connect w/ others like us. Stay connected. Keep us posted. We’re pulling for you.
And if you ever feel like you want to talk to a complete stranger (but a completely sympathetic stranger) don’t hesitate to message me.
I thought of the Pride Parade a couple of weeks back. I thought of being on all fours in pup-gear, marching (and trotting) on-leash in front of literally thousands of people. And I thought: This is why we march.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
I saw lots of great costumes at Dragon... and lots of yummy eye candy, too. There was at least one really hot Catwoman I saw, and a hot female Jango Fet... and one girl in leather fantasy armor who looked quite nice. Lots of fursuiters, too, and some of those suits were just amazing.
Saturday, August 17, 2013