wookiemonster | Sunday

HAPPY BIRFDAY jaddziadax AND lundarbluekandi!!

With the shit storm that is the Paterno/Sandusky/Penn State debacle, there was at least one person who stood up to Paterno and, by extension, the status quo of sports worship... To clarify... I'm not against the enjoyment of sports, the playing of sports, and so on. I'm against people getting a pass on being Decent Human Beings simply because they can throw a ball, run, or whatever, or because they are integrally associated with those people. I am against the idea that if you don't care for commercial sports, that there's something wring with you, especially if you're a male, and that bullying for this is a part of life. I'm against the hypocrisy of commercial sports fans who do all sorts of painting and fanatical behavior, then mock sci-fi, fantasy, anime, and Renaissance cosplayers. especially when those cosplayers often participate in charity work. I'm against the commercial forces of these sports that cover up and deny wrongdoing, let alone illegal and harmful activities and, when they get caught, try to sell a sob story of a hard childhood or portray the activity as an exception and not the norm that is usually covered up. And then those commercial forces saying someone is redeemed when they're not and having the power to alter history, make people forget, and make a problem go away. I'm against sheeple being so entrenched in the cultural norm of sports worship that they go along with it and throw their money at these people for jerseys, tickets, and so on, rather than to stand up and say, "Enough is enough! I have standards!"

*Ahem*

Moving along...

One of the things I watched this weekend was the first Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes movie. Overall, it was well done. I have to say that I was getting a little concerned that I'd have to object to the use of supernatural stuff, since Sherlock Holmes was an acerbic cynic, but the last bit of the movie wonderfully explained the supernatural elements. The steampunk elements were...interesting... Fortunately, Holmes was a bit of a scientist, thus making such elements plausible within the Holmesian universe. The treatment of Dr. John Watson was much better and accurate to Sir Doyle's portrayal of the character than the vast majority of other films have done. Instead of Watson as a bumbling oaf, they show him as a partner and as having value to Holmes. Also...nice to see Lestrade getting some value in the movie. Overall, well done. The only thing that was a bit of a miss was the "romance interest" for Holmes, since he was decidedly asexual in the novels. However, the personality bordering on Asperger's is right on the money. In many ways, Holmes is a bit of a 19th Century Sheldon Cooper. More than that, though, he's also the 19th Century Batman. Kudos to one of my favorite directors, Guy Ritchie (Snatch, Formula 51) for portraying a layered, awesome movie with the right amount of believable action and not overdoing it on the explosions. Seriously, the cinematography was very well done on this one.

I think I'm coming down with some sort of summer cold. I'm feeling slightly congested, and right in my throat, too. It's making me snore, which I hardly ever do anymore since I had my tonsils out. Consequently, snoring is making my throat even more sore. Meh.

Rocky... Rocky is a bit stressed and is still pulling his fur out. He can handle one of the stepgogs at a time, but, when they gang up on him, as they've done twice this weekend, that's too much for him. When he has the high ground at the top of the steps, he can keep both of them at bay. But in the kitchen, say? One will circle behind him, and then it's all he can do to get away from the jumping, slobbering, barking monsters. Of course, Brandon and Bridgett are sent to their room when this happens, and I try to help Rocky escape as best I can. But ultimately? He needs a buddy. Riffy or Minerva. Or both. They can cover each other's backs. Must think on this some more.

Have to share this because waaaaay too many of my Discworld friends have left Facebook but, thankfully, are still here in blog land...