HMD
Forced?
If there’s one day that seems to divide Star Wars fans, it’s today.
Star Wars Day, 3 full weeks before the actual anniversary day of the original release in 1977.
Some say it’s a made-up holiday, but aren’t they all? Donut Day? Burrito Day? Sweeties Day?
I once read that if someone enjoys something, you shouldn’t shit on it and take away their joy.
Whovians have been making up celebratory days for a few years now, from the 2005 premiere date of the new series to the day the Doctor ‘dies’ to the day of the Silence. Trekkies have been celebrating First Contact Day and Kirk’s future birthday and Federation Day and Captain Picard Day, along with the series premiere date.
So why not let this day stand? Celebrate the anniversary on the anniversary, and let the fans who wish to celebrate today, do so.
Stop shitting.
Hobbies
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by my chosen hobbies.
And that’s just what I touched this weekend.
I also spent a few days following the livestream from Star Wars Celebration Orlando, got a haircut, went to a baseball game, watched the first episode of the new season of Doctor Who, attended a screening of Raiders of the Lost Ark with a live orchestra, Easter Brunch with family, and still feel that I didn’t get everything done that I wanted to this weekend.
For example, I didn’t get to play a game of Warfighter or Phantom Leader. Or start watching a couple of shows on Netflix/Amazon Video. Or read comics. Or read in general.
Ah well.
I’m posting this trailer just because. You folks who haven’t started watching this really should start, the last season begins this fall.
Birthday Week Highlights
Saturday, February 18th: PARTY!
Sunday, February 19th: NBA All-Star Game (boring)
Monday, February 20th: Holiday, saw The LEGO Batman Movie, picked up Mansions of Madness
Tuesday, February 21st: breakfast with Dad at Gunther’s, dinner at Dave and Busters with Dad and Rob and Annie and Jen and Rubin (and families)
Wednesday, February 22nd: started to feel congested in the evening, played day two of the 1917 MLB season (6 games)
Thursday, February 23rd: BIRTHDAY! spent the morning and afternoon downing generic Mucinex, while watching Raiders of the Lost Ark and Superman: The Movie, dinner with Nels and Glenn at Izzy’s (San Carlos)
Friday, February 24th: still a bit cough-y and congested. Ran errands. Played Mansions of Madness.
Also watched the usual TV shows over the week, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow is still my favorite this year.
Day Off
For MLKJr day, I went to go see Rogue One, for my 5th time.
I think I cried a bit more than I had before, because of the ending. It’s the first time I’ve seen the film after Carrie Fisher passed away.
After the movie I treated myself to some ice cream, and then picked up some Doctor Who blu-rays from Best Buy, and some groceries from Lucky’s.
In between those two shopping excursions, I met up with my sister Jen, who gave me a couple of gifts from Hawaii for myself and Dad.
Once I got home I settled in to watch the Warriors kick the Cav’s asses in a 126-91 game.
Right now I’m blogging while I endure a slight headache.
How was your day?
Xmas 2016
Eventful
The last week has been rather eventful, both good and bad.
The CW successfully showed that a multi-night multi-series crossover with superheroes can work. And it was awesome.
At work a division director was ‘retired’, and a coworker was lost in the Oakland warehouse fire. And through all that, I’ve actually managed to stay sane. Angry and upset, but sane.
And other stuff happened.
Right now I’m focused on getting through the rest of this year, with Rogue One and Christmas waiting in the next couple of weeks.
Here’s to an uneventful rest of 2016.
Fear?
A couple of weeks ago I reactivated my account on Coffee Meets Bagel, a dating app. After a few days of interaction, the same thing happened that caused me to shut down that account in the first place: no new ‘bagels’ for me to check out.
So last week I downloaded and created a new account on Match.com’s phone app. About a day later my mailbox had about a dozen or so ‘likes’ and messages from some women, but of course they want you to subscribe in order to find out who they are or read the messages, and frankly I’m wary of that, because this same thing happened on eHarmony, I think, and it was bullshit, there were no actual messages, and the ones who did ‘like’ my profile never responded to messages that I sent.
I promptly shut down the Match.com account.
It always happens around the holidays: I get some hair up my nose or bug up my ass to go find possible companionship, even though I’m fine being alone for a good 9-10 months out of the year. This year was no different.
But this time I’m questioning myself about what it is that I want right now. Do I actually fear the idea of being in a relationship? Have I finally convinced myself that I am no longer boyfriend/husband/father material?
I believe I answered that a while back when I said that I was broken. Broken in that I’m not a dateable person anymore. I think I stopped being that a while ago. I’m good at being an uncle, but the idea of having my own kids, especially at my age, is not something I think I could be good at anymore.
The last time I dated someone was in 2010. That was the girl who I met at a screening of Indiana Jones films, who suggested going to a comic book store during our first actual date, and who I couldn’t keep a relationship going, even with our common interests.
I think I am scared.
Scared to inflict myself on another person. Scared to open myself up to another person. Scared to share myself with another person.
I’m going to be 50 next year. My plans for the year, especially for my birthday, are totally up in the air. For the past 30 years or so I’ve spent my birthday with friends and family in a myriad of venues. And I am forever appreciative for that.
The one thing that hasn’t happened in that time is, simply, spending birthday time with a significant other, who may have planned something for you because they know you would appreciate it. I don’t have anyone like that in my life, and maybe that’s all that I’d want. But I’ve lived without for this long, so I shouldn’t expect anything different for my 50th.
And what happens in the next 30 years scares me even more.
