Scared For The Future of My Country

I’ve been stressed. I stopped by Wendy’s earlier and couldn’t finish a medium meal, which is not normal for me. Sleep is hard to come by and in the mornings I’m awake but don’t want to get up.

I lay in bed on my phone talking to friends and trying to avoid the bad news on sites like Reddit or Facebook. I throw on the MBMBAM podcast, but part of the way through I realized I’ve zoned out and don’t know what they’re laughing at. I missed the entirety of the last goof.

Work is surprising in that it is calming. No one really brings up the outside issues there and not many people really talk to me. I kind of like it that way. But the fact of the matter is it’s an election year and the things coming out of this election are causing me to be really afraid for my country.

Think that a few years ago a statement about binders of women or a weird scream was enough to get you flack. I miss the days of Bush and Romney when I look at the candidate that people have chosen to support.

There’s such an undercurrent of hatred in this election and the odd thing is that the guy stirring it up is somehow saying he’s the victim. He’s calling Mexicans rapists and bragging about sexual assault. He’s saying he wants to bring back unconstitutional stop and frisk laws and that he wants to default on our debt (which puts the world economy at risk). He’s asking why we don’t use nukes more often.

Notice I didn’t cite any of that. Mostly because it doesn’t matter. I’m on a phone and I won’t waste my time making the buggy copy paste system work for people who either know all that already or refuse to believe it. Even though it’s fact. It’s recorded that Trump has said these things; we’ve become anti-fact.

And the thing is what he’s taken advantage of scares me as much as Trump, because it will continue win or lose. There’s not really a chance for a conversation with people who are threatening to commit acts of terror against foreigners or “grab their musket” if they don’t get their way.

I’m thinking maybe America isn’t the place for me and a lot of people seem to not want people like me here. I’m thinking maybe this doesn’t get better after this.

Since people question my personhood still of ponder the idea of women not being able to vote can we really even say that we tried?


Guardians of the Galaxy was…fun?

Okay, so that title might be one of those things that looks sarcastic. Bear with me here, because this concept might be a little foreign to movie-goers. This movie was just pure fun. Sure there was some drama here and there, but the set pieces, the characters, the plot—it all worked really well to create a fun atmosphere and I think that I heard more laughter in this auditorium than I have in any movie I’ve been to in a long while.


That includes comedies.

If there’s one thing that I can say about Marvel in the positive it’s that they’re bold. So bold. They put out a comic book movie about a title that isn’t considered mainstream the way your Spiderman or Iron Man types are and they made it look like something watchable. They got star power behind it and sold it. They didn’t shy away from the fact that there’s very little human or familiar in these worlds. They didn’t try to water down the story.

The start of this movie is a little jarring and for the first few scenes it skips around and it’s hard to get a good footing, but once you catch up to where the movies going (maybe about twenty minutes in) it’s just pure fun. I’ve read the comic this book is based on and the characters are pretty much spot on. The snark and the witty banter is well-written and effective. It’s not the Whedon-esque humor that seems to pepper the other Marvel movies and the characters all seem to speak through themselves and be funny on their own merit. No one sounds exactly like anyone else and even in the two hours or so with them you get a definite sense of voice.

I want to keep this short, but go see this movie. Go see it right now if you can. If I had to rank this as opposed to other Marvel films. Like I said, it takes itself a lot less seriously even though the thread is far greater. There’s no political commentary or anything of that sort, but not serious doesn’t mean bad. Captain America 2 was my favorite of the Marvel movies up until this point, but I think this one might be even with it.

Again, go see this movie.

The Doctor Who Fiftieth and Internet Fandom

998102_10101161246295165_1890128532_nThis past Saturday night I rushed home to catch the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special when it was replayed on BBC America. Despite the fact that they shoved forty five minute of commercials into an hour and fifteen minute long show and despite that I was seeing it almost ten hours later after the dust had settled I don’t think I’ve ever been more satisfied with something as it was presented to me. I was blown away. That’s the only way to describe it.

I spent the months leading up to the show not consuming anything Doctor Who related. I didn’t read the news articles or watch the mini-sodes and trailers. It made the experience that much more special and meaningful because it felt untainted and pure. It was Moffat at his best, Billie Piper at her best, Tennant better than I think we ever saw him in the last season of the show (except maybe for Midnight) and Matt Smith doing some of his best work. There was a lot for Jenna Coleman to do this time, but she never seemed to be taking up space or occupying the screen just to be there.

One of the most impressive things Moffat does is write in a way where time seems to actually have passed. The effects of a stronger relationship between the Doctor and Clara are all over the place. The Doctor has moved past where we saw him last and it honestly feels like we’ve had distance between his last outing at the end of season seven.

9506_10101165853557175_1722492652_nI loved everything about the show. I absolutely can’t stress how awesome John Hurt was. But I’m still upset and perhaps it’s partially my fault. I should know better by now. The comments section of any site is no place for the kind of person who wants to remain happy about whatever they’re reading about.

And there’s nothing more disgustingly venomous than an upset Doctor Who fan. They’re mad that their favorite actor wasn’t in it. They’re still mad that it’s not the David Tennant show. They’re mad that Moffat would dare replace young attractive men with an older one. They’re pretty much upset about anything that Moffat does at all, they blame him for every small fault in everything from the advertising to the timing of the show and all that falls between.

It’s weird to want to be done with the community surrounding something you love because a lot of the people in it sincerely embody all that’s wrong with fans of media. Sites like Twitter and Tumblr have made it so that everyone has a voice and people have chosen to bitch about the most miniscule details in everything.

Not too long ago it got so bad that Moffat pulled his Twitter account offline. More recently I think he has put it back up (don’t quote me on that), but it doesn’t matter because he still felt the need to take it down because of the fans and their reactions to every little thing that he did. There’s something to be said for how awesome it is being connected to the creative people who bring us the shows, music, movies and books we love, but at the same time I think we abuse them and make it hard for the to do their job by being more than just critical…by basically being utter fucking assholes and ramping up the asshole behavior when we think it might get us more attention.

For those out there who want to enter the business someday and write for the rest of us it’s kind of harrowing, I’m sure, to see the treatment of other people who really only want to entertain. Death threats, insults, threats against family and while these are some of the extreme things that people have done any one of them is enough to discourage those who might want to try their hand at writing in the future.