Oscar Wilde

Calenders mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.

I’ve always thought that the idea that every day someone somewhere is celebrating a milestone or just rejoicing at being alive was one of the most meaningful realizations I’ve ever had.

It makes it easier to interact with others more empathetically if you always keep that in the back of your mind.

It’s not always about the triumphs but if you’re having a bad day, kind words or a simple smile can brighten it right up.

Some thoughts on Jurrasic World.

I saw Jurassic World today. I found it rather amazing that there was such uproar over sexism, racism and shoes. I am beginning to despise these review sites and the narrative that they’re trying to spin. I can determine for myself whether something is sexist or racist on my own. After seeing the show I can safely say that none of those claims held water.

That woman was the most annoying female I’ve seen in a movie for a while. She only pulls the stick out of her ass after she totally fails to contain the problem the loose dino posed. She also had no trouble running to the man she spends the first few minutes of the movie talking down to as soon as she has a use for him. Meanwhile his criticisms of her are quite valid and since she does fuck up quite a bit in the first half of the movie I don’t feel its necessary to go into spoiler territory.

As for the shoes they were inappropriate considering the job she had and the terrain she would no doubt be covering. The shoes didn’t bother me, it just added to my initial distaste for her character.

I loved this movie. I loved the dinosaurs and the raptors are my favorite characters. I loved that Chris’ character could be their alpha. To me its just like seeing Jurassic Park the first time. I spent so much time acting like a kid and bouncing around with glee

The kids this time weren’t that bad, the little one’s enthusiasm was infectious.

Some thoughts on the Blade Trilogy.

Last night I decided to rewatch the Blade movies. After seeing the first two I can safely say that the movies aged well for what they were. The only effect that took me out of it was that swell up and explode sequence. The vampires are rather pathetic though. No night vision, no predatory instincts at all. I didn’t realize that before I guess I was more into the action porn aspect.

The third movie was a little disappointing. They tossed everything about him out, made him careless. Out went the stealth and his method of hunting all for the sake of introducing new characters to serve as his sidekicks. Granted these were more useful than the vampire squad that was training to hunt him in the last movie.

Involving the humans in the war just made it boring. We all know that humans won’t survive something like this as much fun as it is to fantasise otherwise. A bunch of unnecessary drama and posturing reminiscent of the bullshit we get in our daily lives. Hardly the escape I’d come to expect from this series.

The vampires in the third movie were also underwhelming with the exception of Dracula. A lot of those weird and unnecessary serpentine body movements for the females.

As usual, the weapons and action sequences were awesome. Reynolds’ quips were entertaining and the scenes with him and the vampire siblings were hilarious. And my god, Jessica’s muscle tone was mesmerising. I also liked the design of Dracula’s true form, really fits in with that blood god mythology they set up.

Black bean bruschetta

As I’m forcing myself to overcome my chronic fatigue, today was the first day in months that I’ve been able to cook something. I’ve never made bruschetta before but it was delicious and quite easy to make.

Recipe: Yields one serving

Ingredients

  • 1 tsp. olive oil
  • 1/2 onion
  • 1 clove garlic
  • 2 tomatoes
  • 5 oz. canned black beans, rinsed and drained
  • 1 tsp. red wine vinegar
  • 2 slices whole wheat bread, toasted
  • 1 tbsp. fresh parsley, finely  chopped

Preparation

  1. Heat the oil in a small pan and cook the onion and garlic for 2 minutes to soften slightly
  2. Add the diced tomato, beans, and red wine vinegar and cook for a couple of minutes to heat through.
  3. In the meantime toast the bread .
  4. Before serving, rub the bread with a slice of garlic. Stir the parsley into the bean mixture and serve.

Nutrition facts: 334 calories, 68 carbs, 2 fat, 17 protein, 771 sodium, 18 sugar

This recipe had an interesting flavour, I suspect that using a different type of bean might be more delicious but this was what I had on hand. I’m glad it turned out well.

The high end of low.

I spent the last month or so sleeping and as you would expect my muscles atrophied something fierce. I didn’t realize how badly off I was until I went to NACCTT’s monthly meeting last Saturday. The last time I was this sore I’d been doing couch25k and HIIT training which is ridiculous because all I did was walk around and sit down.

As for why I was sleeping, well lets just say that the side effects of my medication are hitting hard. Especially Glucophage. I’ve been getting most of the symptoms associated with Diabetes even with the medication. Confusion, fatigue, hypoglycaemia, headaches, muscle aches and nausea are my constant companions.

I have decided that I’m not afraid of dying after giving it some thought. To be honest I’ve been near death so much that it would be a relief. No more pain, no more depression and no more disappointing myself and others. Now don’t mistake that as a suicidal thought, it’s merely an observation. I am afraid of my Insulin Resistance becoming full blown Diabetes though. I’ve watched enough of my family die from it. It’s a truly miserable disease.

My own efforts are being frustrated by my other medical issues. My body is in such a state that my husband is perturbed. He says he doesn’t know if he should be more worried about the sleeping or the weird things happening with my muscles.

To be honest, I’m at a pretty low point right now. I don’t seem to be capable of positive self talk right now. Most things require too much effort and I hate myself for not being able to do simple things like get out of bed without falling down. I figure this is a remnant of my training as a child. My parents wouldn’t let me rest even if I had gastroenteritis or influenza. It was always work, work, work. I could rest when I collapsed, anything less was faking. I realise how unhealthy that was. It’s making it very hard for me now. I am a pale version of my younger self. My body is weak, my mind clouded and I spend my days cooped up in my room. I also eat a lot of rubbish because I’ve run out of patience with the trial and error process involved in narrowing down my food choices.

I thought that seeing a nutritionist would help but I’ve been to 2 separate RD’s and I’m not seeing much of an improvement. I don’t think it’s their fault though. I’m burnt out. Too many failures I think.

The one bright spot is that the nutritionists haven’t told me anything that I wasn’t already aware of. With 2 exceptions. That I could use 3/4 c. of coconut water as a fruit serving and that intermittent fasting is useful for controlling insulin levels.

I know what my real problem is now though. It’s coming up with menu plans. I know what to eat but I get confused when I try to put it together. That in turn frustrates me into a migraine that’s worsened by the insulin spikes. It’s a pretty vicious cycle. Add that to the trial and error process and side effects and it’s a wonder that I still have hair.

I’ve decided that I’ll try taking things one day at a time. I’ve been ill for over a decade, you’d think I’d be accustomed to my body’s limitations by now. Instead I act like I’m still more or less healthy. I hold myself up to an ideal that I can never achieve. It took me years to get that fit and competent in my interests. I guess I just don’t like the feeling of wasted effort. Hell, I just finished my high school math text book a 4th time and the information is gone already. I wish my health would just go in one direction already. Then maybe I could get something done or I’d get closure.

At this point, closure would be welcome.

On Doctor Who.

I haven’t delved much into the Doctor Who universe. But what little I have encountered has left me with mixed feelings. I started with the 9th doctor’s TV series. While I did like the doctor himself, his companion at that time Rose was terribly annoying. As was her mother.

Now I quit watching the TV series after the 9th died mostly because it’s such a depressing series. I get that it sparks interesting conversations about the cost of living and circumstantial morality.

In my opinion, the show could be greatly improved if the companions were real characters as opposed to a plot device. I’ve started the 8th Doctor’s books and Sam is just as unappealing as Rose.

If they have to be plot devices why couldn’t they be more like Watson who serves the same purpose in the Sherlock Holmes books. He is much more entertaining.

Rose and Sam are extremely full of themselves. Perpetually throwing themselves and others into danger to feed their egos. I cannot empathise with them much since everytime I think they’re getting better they run off into another tirade about him making decisions for them because they female or inexperienced etc.

Sure some of this stems from the fact that he teaches them precious little about the TARDIS. Yet, is it really approiate to be going off on a snit while someone is trying to prevent armageddon?

I have vaguely fond memories of this series as a child but the reality has yet to live up to them.

The only time you should look in your neighbor’s bowl is to make sure that they have enough. You don’t look in your neighbor’s bowl to see if you have as much as them.―Louis C.K.

One of the best lessons that you can teach your children is compassion for their fellows.