Down but never out. . . . .

Life has a funny way of smacking you in the face with a 2x4 doesn't it? As I sit here and bleed from a cut on my lip, I am reminded of how oblivious I am to my own wellbeing. Life it would seem is not done upsetting my already pureed sense of morality and discipline. I'm not referring to anything major, (well unless you count losing your wife, house, and family all in one year, then nothing major at all) You see I am content with what I have and I want to prove that by not adhering to the belief that I need to be rich, or comfortable for that matter. I believe it is wrong to want to be either now. . .I know what your thinking but I just want to be able to pay my bills and help everyone. Well so what? So does everyone else and its about time we took a step back and looked at what is so dang important, that we skipped calling our loved ones, friends, and relatives for. What is it that makes the human spirit so susceptible to money. Is it the money itself? Well the answer to this is no. It's what the money can do, buy, and help you acquire. Whether it be power, friends, junk toys, email/ internet, big fancy TV's, or a toaster that talks to you in the morning, the fact remains that if your rich you were given that status for a reason. You have more than most and by God why not give and help those less fortunate?? And for those who are poor or poverty stricken use your brains, you still have one and God didn't give it to you just to sit on. There are plenty of things you can do that don't cost money, give of yourself, of your time (rake the neighbor's yard), of your wisdom/ knowledge, anything is better than nothing. Life is worth living, even when your in danger of losing all the things that could possibly mean the world to you. Look up the sky is still there and there are still people in need of food and shelter. Now the next part is the hardest, we stop doing all those things that make us comfortable and move into the "faith" area of our lives. This is the part where we have no idea what is going to happen yet we continue to push on with our mission or calling. Now if you don't have faith I pity you. I really do. Take a moment to think about something though if you think your agnostic or atheistic, or whatever -ic, when you hit your brakes in a car there are two responses that can come from it, one the car stops, or two the car doesn't. Now apply this scientifically the brakes work through the brake line which keeps pressure on the pads causing the brakes to grab the tires slowly, ok still with me? No one drives there car thinking about this though, there thought is simple they have in a word "faith" that there car is going to stop when they hit the brakes. Simple and straight forward. Even those who say they don't have "faith" actually do, they just don't realize it yet. The realization is this the life you want is not what you necessarily need. So the answer is what? Let it go? Walk away? Hate to tell you this but I don't know the answer, all I do know is when I got married I meant it and I will do everything in my power to make my wife happy, even if it takes me to the very last breath in my lungs. I will! That's my convictoin. If you have a conviction too, then by all means apply what I said to your life, or make your excuses that I'm grasping at straws. Whatever you choose make up your mind and make it quick, because life isn't waiting for us, not anymore.

I scream you scream . . . I'm tired of freaking Icecream!

Ok so you should be able to tell by this title that I have issues with my new job.

I have now discovered through this job that I am sadly and inexplicably drawn to a job where I am given a project a certain time to do it in and then complete it and wait for my next assignment. I think I could even go as far as saying that I wouldn't mind being cooped up in a cubicle and coming in at 8am and leaving at 5pm everyday.

I never thought I would be one of those people, but after doing this job I know I am. Funny how things turn out completely different from the way you think they should be. Funny.

Remember to be careful what you ask for. You might just get it.

SUPERMAN RETURNS

Ok its been a little over a day now and I am finally confident that what I will type will not be incumbent upon my delirium of superhero hype that exists solely in my own cranial universe.

That being said. . . . Why are you still reading this when there is such a cinematic achievement as SUPERMAN RETURNS in theaters right now?

The movie is in a word sublime.

There are rare moments in this movie, where if you were to turn your gaze from the screen you would see people gasping and covering there mouth's with their hands. The emotion is palpable to the point of perspiration dripping from the audience.

Masterfully done and lovingly guided, molded, and charged with an energy the cinema has been lacking for the past decade.

Superman Returns is the utter culmination of the comics, the 50's TV show, and the Richard Donner films, and a young boy who dwells in the "outsider's" realm only to stand on the fringe of our society and come to the realization that this way of life is not for him. All this artisanly woven into a soon to be grand epic by Bryan Singer.

The movie is not without its faults, but they are so forgivable when Brandon Routh dons the cape and rescues damsels and falling bystanders alike.

He really stands out in his performance above the rest of the cast. Granted he's the Man of Steel so he is the main focus, but still to wear the cape and suit and not come off hokey, come on?

He does this effortlessly. Did I mention the humanity he brings to the character? A rare trait indeed these days.

One thing puzzles me though and its not anything about the film, its about the protesters. Why does a Superman scare them? He stands for truth, justice, the American Way. But what is the American Way? If anything this movie shows that now more than ever we need a hero. We need someone who is faultless, courageous to the point of dying for his beliefs and never compromising on anything. Sounds a lot like Christ, which is why a lot of people are sideways on the issue of Superman Returns.

I say do yourself a favor don't listen to them. Christ died that we might live. He lived a Holy life and never compromised. What's wrong with all those things?

Even a superhero film such as SUPERMAN RETURNS pretty much nailed it. You can do good, be good, but its still not enough. We need to surrender what we have selfishly held onto to finally gain what is really important, and not urgent, in our lives.

When the credits roll this movie is the priceless gem that jolts movie goers out of their seats with praise and peace in their hearts.

Finally Superman has returned.

Movie Review Xmen: Last Stand

As the movie title implies this really should be there last stand.

This movie had me a little excited at first, but then I caught wind of the script. Afterwards I think I weeped openly about it.

One reviewer put it as "this movie hurts my uterus." At first I thought what a harsh quote, but now I don't think it was as severe as it should have been. This debacle, travesty of a cinematic underachievement deserves the same treatment as Highlander 2. Simply put, it should not exist!

Words that come to mind when thinking about this movie; uninspired, droll, ridiculous, abominable, atrocious, ruinous, putrid, vile, and just plain forgetful.

The plot is laughable, the acting is base, and the script is so full of holes, even the Blob could fit through them!


There were a couple of redeeming factors in the movie like Angel. Except they turned his character into a bit part that you only see for about 5 mins. through the whole movie. My real problem with this movie besides Halle Berry (who really needs to go back to whatever gutter she crawled out of and stay there till she learns to act!)

They underused the right characters and overused, I cannot stress this part enough, OVERUSED the wrong characters! (Storm, Spiky faced guy, chick who should have been Storm, but was stupid fast villain, and Juggernaut (what a serious let down there folks!) Just to name a few.

If your still curious to go see this movie may I suggest a different torture one that would be worth the pain and agony that this movie causes over, and over, and over again. Go have a root canal!

For time that I have wasted. . . .I'm a doubting Thomas

Another day, another pain.

Do not think that for one iota that I am complaining. This is an actual statement of fact.

I have bills to pay, a wife that won't listen to me, and friends that are successful, and I'm an uncle. Does anyone know what I should do? Didn't think so. I am just whelmed and to the point of cracking on all sides like a delicate fabrige egg that is kept under glass, I am just as fragile and precious.

My strength is not my own. I know this because I still get up and try to do the right thing, when it would be so easy to give in and hate life and follow the world's interjections of what peace and happiness are. Money, fame, social stature, these things are empty. I know all this, yet I suffer in a prison I feel I have contributed to since the beginning of its conception. Maybe my suffering is intended to strengthen me? I do not know.

I know that I am not going to last much longer.

My friends all know that I have a true potential and have yet to reach it. I lay awake at night and ponder, decisively, what my opening gambit should be for the next few days. Nothing is simple. No one likes to admit defeat, and no one likes to fail.
The two things I seem to do more often that not. Ironic.

I try so hard only to fail utterly and completely. Again and again it happens. My life shrivels before my eyes. Like a flower that only blooms in the moonlight, I can't find the nurturing atmosphere of a loving botanist to watch over me long enough to see me bloom. I do bloom, but only when no one is around.

Down but not out. . . . .

Have you ever felt like Ralph the mouth on the Goonies?

Let me paint the scene for you; you have just found that the treasure you are seeking has lead you to an underground wishing well. You remember this well fondly. It is where you first believed in a dream and kissed a quarter goodbye. But now you have found this place again and you remember the heart ache and sacrifice that came with chasing that dream, or for some not chasing that dream. The only thing that you want now is your dream and time back. You now dive under find a quarter and begin to tell those around you that this was your dream ,and you know what, you want it back, because it didn't come true and then you proceed to pick up all the other quarters which belong to other dreamers. You want what you feel is yours.

Sound familiar??

I told you all this to tell you (whoever you are) that I am now unemployed. It wasn't something I said or did or didn't do. No it was merely the company did not want to pay for me anymore. Sadly I find myself feeling like Ralph, when is my day? WHen will my dreams be realized? I'm not so sure they ever will now.

So we go on life still keeps moving and its not putting itself on hold just for me. (as much as I would like to believe it will)

I don't think the seriousness of the situation has hit me yet.

They called me into the office and told me they should have told me earlier (it was Wednesday and they were letting me go on Fri. yeah just maybe they should have let me know that I would not have a job anymore so I could at least look or something!?!?)
As redundant as it seems I sat there and talked it over with them. Was there anything I could do? Did I do something? They assured me it was nothing I did and that I was leaving on great terms, but that doesn't help me pay bills now does it?

So now what?

I have applied online and in person at a couple of places and sent my resume with cover letter to something I hope really pans out.

But for now I am drowning in this sea of endless opportunities, striving to get out of the ocean and back on land. Its kinda like being in a mental Bermuda Triangle. There is no way out when it won't let you out, some people make and others well. . .don't. . .I hope I'm not an other. . .I really hope I'm not.

"Ciao."

Work, work, work. . .

I have started a new job and can safely say it will be quite some time before I let this one go. Have you ever got up in the morning excited about your job? Or felt like you actually made a difference? Well that's me at this job.

I am the Assistant Purchaser for Keeneland. That's my title and I'm sticking to it.

I really do enjoy work now, (now I understand that monster.com ad) and I see great things in the future. I'm just gonna sit back and ride this wave out.