Wednesday, July 27, 2016

You Only Live Twice


It was October 1998, and some friends and I were on our way to Peoria to 'the boat' (aka gambling). The alpha friend was driving, I was riding shotgun, and we'd picked-up a couple of acquaintances in Bloomington-Normal, and were on our way. It was the early evening, and we were all looking forward to a night of fun and excitement. Unfortunately, we had a bit more excitement -- however brief -- than we'd bargained for.

There is an interchange to navigate, northwest of Bloomington, to head toward Peoria. While by no means a difficult interchange, if you're not paying attention it is possible to almost miss it. This occurred on our '98 adventure and, to compensate, our driver swerved over to the exit lane, crossing in front of two vehicles (including a semi), and I remember shutting my eyes because, if I was going to die like that, I didn't want to see it.

Friday, July 22, 2016

To Boldly Go


The new Star Trek movie opens this weekend and, before I see it, I thought it might be a good time to rank the previous twelve Trek films. You might ask why not wait until I've seen the new one? That's because there is, if we're being honest, a cool-off period needed after seeing a movie before being able to assess it as honestly and as objectively as possible. Regardless, you're about to read an indisputable list of truth regarding the first twelve Star Trek films.

Here we go!

Monday, July 11, 2016

Forsaken Dreamscapes


The dreams all have a common theme, that of escapism. In them, I am unfettered by the intricacies and complexities of modern life. Responsibilities are, for the most part, cast aside. There is a sense of freedom, or at least of one of the elusive definitions of what freedom could be. Also, sometimes, a sense of chaos (which can provide its own freedom, of sorts). What works in the dreams wouldn't likely work very well in waking life, but they do provide a nice diversion from the every day world.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Pic of the Week

Our latest Pic of the Week is actor Travis Tope, perhaps the best thing about this summer's Independence Day: Resurgence. Here's looking ahead to more work from this talented young man!




Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Midpoint


We're just a little over halfway through 2016, and I've seen 26 of the year's movies (so far). I thought that now would be a good time to rank those movies! Of course, this is just my opinion, one of many. But if you haven't seen some of the films in, say, the top ten, they try and watch them if/when you can.

Ok, here we go....


1. Hello, My Name is Doris
2. Sing Street
3. Eye in the Sky
4. Deadpool
5. The Conjuring 2
6. 10 Cloverfield Lane
7. Midnight Special
8. A Hologram for the King
9. Central Intelligence
10. The Shallows
11. Captain America: Civil War
12. The Nice Guys
13. Everybody Wants Some!!
14. Independence Day: Resurgence
15. The Jungle Book
16. Hail, Caesar!
17. Love & Friendship
18. The Witch
19. The Forest
20. Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising
21. The Legend of Tarzan
22. The Boy
23. Now You See Me 2
24. Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice
25. Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping
26. Knight of Cups


And there you have it.

The only films of 2016 that I haven't found redeeming at all are the bottom 3 on this list. Everything has merit of some sort. I'm anxious to see what movies the rest of 2016 has in store!



Friday, June 17, 2016

Pic of the Week

Our Pic of the Week is none other than British diver Jack Laugher. Hoping to see Jack at this summer's Rio Olympic games!



Thursday, June 16, 2016

Slipback


The dreams came one night after the other. They were like a replay of a horrible situation, made worse by the altered reality so common to the dream state. It was a few years ago, some time after my friend Tracy had committed suicide in December 2004. A range of emotions occurred after his passing, from guilt, to sadness, to anger, back to sadness. Finally, an inevitable calm upon the psyche's realization that the event happened, Tracy was dead, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

And yet...

The first night, in the dream, Tracy was a ghost. Or at least he had the stereotypical ghostly qualities: an almost transparent, soft-white luminescence that took his form. I found myself next to his house, over by the back door. I heard a soft whimpering, like the kind you hear in a horror movie before a spook suddenly bursts onto the scene. Sure, enough, here came Tracy, passing through the back door, down the steps and over to the garage. I called out to him, "Tracy, stop! Don't go in there. Wait... wait ... stop." Of course, he continued on, oblivious to my calls.

Into the garage he went, passing through its walls as easily as one might walk through water. I followed him into the garage, opening the door to find the car running and Tracy sitting in the car, coughing from the fumes. "Don't do this," I said. The pleas continued, to no avail. Soon, the coughing stopped, and the spirit lay slumped. Then my brain switched off the cruel dream. The next night, it was the same, only this time I was, for whatever reason, the spirit, and it was a real-looking Tracy who once again went through the motions, myself again unable to help.