A weekend it was

I am back. It was one of those weekends around here. In fact, the greatest amount of excitement, or activity, was a trip to Costco. What a fucking life I lead! I would like to blame it all on the weather. Mid to late October (sun setting earlier/rising later) and gray and rainy. The bright side is that it is not November. That means, though it was damp and rainy, it was not overly cold. Those November rains, with the lack of daylight and colder temperatures, chill me to the bone.

That, of course, leads me somewhere else. I guess I would not be chilled to the bone if I had enough sense to wear pants in November. There is nothing like those cold November rains and winds to hit your balls and cause my scrotum to fold like an accordian and my testicles to high tail it into my abdomen (or throat, but that may be more of a February phenomenon). I should know better but there is nothing funny about knowing better. Of course, I am not sure that the neighbors see it that way, but if they do not like the view then they should just shut the blinds.

Sunday was a pisser. The lad had a birthday party that took him to the CN Tower. He had his normal height fear issues apparently. I have the same so I cannot blame him for that one. He did tell me that he was stuffed in the minivan drive down and there was no seat belt for him. I was not pleased, but nothing bad had occurred and I could not turn back time to deal with it, so I figured it was done. I told him not to tell his mother. She would get upset and do nothing but fret. Worry about what could have occurred, losing sight of the FACT, that nothing did occur. Besides, unless she could back in time, what good would telling her do?

What does he do? He tells her. Needless to say, I had a good yell at him. He did watch "Daredevil" in the van on the way down. I was pissed about that one. When we were in the Domincan, it was on television one night before he was going to bed. I was watching it, but he started to whinge about how the beginning was "scary". Instead of listening to me and seeing it so he could put the events into context, he just reacted like the wife. I had to listen to "he is scared" and turn the channel. I was pissed about that because again there was a larger picture that both of them failed to appreciated.

The wife does not like "Heroes". She finds it too violent. Again, no contextual examination on her part. I explained to her that it is like a comic book, at least a Marvel or DC comic that I recall as a kid (I loved Spiderman, Ironman, Daredevil and got into X-Men). They were dark and violent, but it was all about the obstacles and trials "good" had to endure to triumph over "evil". It is like life in that we all have obstacles to overcome in order to move forward. No big deal.

She claims that it is not "comic book" like. I then have to turn to her and say, "You read fucking Archie comics and Richie Rich! It is not like those and besides neither of those was even remotely funny! Read a Marvel comic and see what I mean." I got a grudging "maybe" and that was that. The good thing is that she has aerobics when it begins so I am well into the show when she comes home. She knows I will not change it, so she has to watch it. It is a good show and it sets up like a comic book.

It is a live action version of X-Men. The "powers" seem to be similar with different types of people having them. There is a teenage cheerleader who has the super healing power of Wolverine. She does not carry his emotional baggage (again read the comic, see the movies). I am always fascinated by these things because they all hit home. The sense of a greater purpose, powers, abilities and curses, grappling with a sense of self and societal alienation. Common themes in humanity, literature and teenagers. That is what Stan Lee spoke to back in the 60s when his most famous characters were "born".

That is all for today. I could go into a familial rant but I will not. Ciao!