Happy New… oh, it’s almost February?
This year has officially sucked so far.
I lost two uncles, both of them from my Dad’s side of the family, in the span of 10 days.
Hopefully the bad stuff will stay in January and the rest of 2026 will be fine.
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I was going to write more, but just writing that above has sucked the life out of me.
I will say that I enjoyed Wonder Man on Disney+.
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I will also say than in the span of about a week I went from being really excited about the Super Bowl down in Santa Clara @ Levi’s Stadium to not caring about game day except for the commercials and movie trailers.
My Broncos did better this season than anyone expected, including me.
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I think today marks 10 days until Pitchers and Catchers report for Spring Training, so least that’s coming soon.
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Agreeable Weekend
Episode 6
As I type this, it’s been maybe a couple of hours since I finished watching Tales of the Underworld, the latest animated offering from Star Wars.
And I’m still a bit of a wreck.
The first three episodes featured fan-favorite Asajj Ventriss, while the last three episodes featured another fan-favorite, Cad Bane.
All the episodes were good, but when I got to the final episode and realized what they were doing, I simply could not believe it.
Minor spoiler here, but basically they were paying tribute to High Noon.
Which is one of my Dad’s favorite movies. The one that both of us would stop what we were doing and watch if we found it playing on some TV channel.
There so many scenes in the episode that echoed the movie.
By the end, I was tearing up, but smiling, and about an hour later, thinking back on the episode, I began to sob and totally lost it.
Dad’s death anniversary is a week away, a day before Mother’s Day this year, so that combo would inevitably do me in emotionally, but of course it triggered a week early because of Star Wars.
While watching a reactor’s first viewing of the original Star Wars today, I was reminded of something I asked my Dad when I was 10:
“What was your favorite part of Star Wars?”
Dad told me that he liked the part where Luke blew up the Death Star.
I think he would have liked this episode of Tales of the Underworld, even though he didn’t watch much of the animated shows.
And to be totally honest, I felt him there, watching that episode with me, as we always did with High Noon.
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When I was 14, I first saw the movie Raiders of the Lost Ark, and it left the biggest impact on my life.
I’d find myself watching it whenever it came on TV, and sometimes I’d switch to my own copy on tape or disc if the commercials started to annoy me.
It was one of the films that my Dad would stop to watch as well.
Other films in that category are The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (or at least the final confrontation scene) and High Noon.
I noticed that Dad seemed to have the same admiration for High Noon that I had for Raiders.
After Dad passed away, I figured out that High Noon had come out when *HE* was 14.
So I’m left wondering if this movie had the same impact on him at that age, as Raiders did on me.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, man.
Dear House
I wanted to say thank you for sheltering me and the rest of my siblings and my parents for almost 60 years.
There are times I know that I took you for granted, and other times that I was glad you were there for me to come home to.
I’m sorry that we failed to keep up with your issues, but I’ve found that many houses that are as old are also not in the best shape either. Just know that we tried our best.
You’ll not be forgotten, as many friends and family have expressed how they have good memories of you. I’m not going to list any because that would take forever, and I don’t want to start crying as I make a list.
I’ve said recently that you stopped feeling like my home some time ago. This is not through any fault of yours, it’s just a feeling that I’ve had as I’ve gotten older.
I don’t know how I’ll feel as I move on into apartment life, I just know that I’ll probably never live in San Francisco ever again.
You were my first home. I’ll never forget that. You’ll probably be my first and only house that I’ve lived in and I sure as hell won’t forget that either.
Maybe your next owner will take much better care of you. but I doubt they’ll have the same kind of memories that I have of you.
Maybe it’ll be good for you to get renovated, so you can go on to shelter others as you did my family.
Whatever the future brings, I’ll always have my memories of you.
Again, thanks.