8.127. Reflections on a Sunday Night

I drank for the first time in a while last night. I wanted the drink. I wanted to taste an Old Fashioned and enjoy a moment having one. The first one was wrong. Twice as much mix as needed. Half the required rye. It was sipped, spat, and dumped. The second was better, but by then the joy of the engagement had fled and I kept thinking about how it could possibly help me sleep through the night.

It didn’t. I experienced the worst series of dreams in some time. Each built off the last and was awful and degrading, even occasionally violent. No more drinks late at night… Except maybe red wine. It’s been a while since I tried that particular beverage.

All of this comes at a time of transition. I’m winding through the final 12 chapters of this novel and preparing for a wedding and preparing for a new semester. All the while the summer work is ending/shifting to another session. I have so much change transpiring that it is easy to get displaced. The one constant is the routine of waking, spending time with the love of my life, walking, writing, and eventually, lunch. We plan to keep that going throughout. There will be minor tweaks to when the words happen vs when the walking goes down. All of it is process. We are trying to be healthy and happy in these routines.

8.126. Reflections on a Man of Steel

I watched Superman tonight.

As I was walking through the theater parking lot watching roaches scurry from my path, I found myself thinking about how strange the movie was. I waited till I got home to write about it. I’m sitting down with a (badly sitrred) Old Fashioned, trying to figure out what the hell I just saw.

It was good. In truth, Mr. Terrific hijacked the movie. He was a G and had possibly the coolest fight sequence in the film (hard tie with Guy Gardner). The over-sexualization is what threw me. I was talking it out with my kid and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t sexy Superman so much as it was sexy everybody else. Jimmy Olson was hot for days. Well, not the actor, but the character. At one point Lois asks him how he is always surrounded by such beautiful women. I’m not even getting into Cat Grant. Suffice to say, choices were made. With her, with Luthor’s very specific girlfriends.. The list doth go on.

Still, this was vintage Gunn. He did an excellent job of putting together a fun cast and rewriting the darkness of the previous DCverse into something else entirely. We don’t even have a Justice League anymore. What are they? Well, you’ll have to see for yourself.

It was fun. It was very wild and weird. I haven’t seen a movie on my own in some time and this was definitely one to do that with. I enjoyed it. There was a message there. It was not buried at all.