*Blog post started on June 25, 2020.
I might be making this post too difficult. After starting up "The Disgruntled's Real Championship Wrestling"
blog, a schedule of when certain posts were supposed to be released was
established. So some my personal opinions timeline is going to involve a
bit of shuffling. The biggest fear, the topical stuff will not be that
in the next two weeks.
…five minutes later.
#SpeakingOut is still coming up on Wrestling Inc.
headlines, so I can be optimistic that the attitude about the scene
will not change. Ring of Honor says they are going to address the sexual
assault accusation brought up against one of their head bookers. They
said they will investigate it, but with Jay Lethal still being on the
roster despite his indiscretions, if action is taken, I will have
material to continue blogging about the movement. This schedule though
leaves me behind in terms of addressing the movement, when I could feel
like I was amongst the first.
So far, 40 has shown how far behind I have been. I have attempted to be a voice against racism ("Racism Can Play in Peoria. What About Your Local Wrestling"),
but it took me another five years to attend my first protest. Tomorrow
is going to be the first time that I have ever given blood. Being afraid
of needles gave me an excuse for 23 years, but after my wrist and
inevitable reign over Peoria wrestling was broken, that is not the case.
When you see pins with pus leaking from them in your arm, you will
rationalize how you handle other pointy metal things being inserted into
your body.
Another
first for 40 that involves insertion would be a prostate exam. A
parental freak out about a dermatitis breakout left OSF realizing that I
may have been trying to avoid attentive medical care. I figured I could
slip past the system for a year since my last labs, but they are going
to get on me about actually finding a practitioner now. The biggest
issue is going back to the beginning when it comes to my type two
diabetes concerns.
They
were probably right in doing whatever labs they could, but the
circumstances were not fair. I was in Morton when this went down, so of
course I was eating shit during that 90-minute drive. Obviously blood
sugars were high, and based on that, it is back to the beginning about
caring for my condition. With the exception of my last doctor, everybody
forces me to endure the lecture about the need to focus on vegetables
and laying off the booze. Unless they are going to give me a medicinal
marijuana card, nothing will change. Give me a card, and half of the
conditions might.
The
following is a suggestion to encourage men of my age to care about
their health and cancer concerns. Reward those who need to deal with a
prostate exam the medical weed card. I think the doctors would be
surprised to find out what we will do for drugs. Granted, the exam no
longer intimidates me, but that is some personal stuff you probably do
not want me to get into.
With all the firsts I am dealing with, it is indeed ironic that my best received blog was "40 Years is Enough".
In the end, I am just like Peoria, always 10 years behind. At least my
love for the hometown is now established. It just sucks to realize that I
am socially retarded. How many wise, leftist women have been pitying
me?
Zombieland: Double Tap
It
has been 10 years since the zombie outbreak, but aside from the undead
evolving into tougher, smarter or dumber beings, not much has changed.
And that has become a problem for the timid Columbus, the fearless
Tallahassee, the independent Wichita, and the restless Little Rock.
After Columbus tries to shake things up with the bold move of proposing
to Wichita, she and Little Rock write a beyond brief note to let the
boys know that they are going their own way.
After
losing his reason to be fatherly, Tallahassee is considering this a
sign to be the explorer that his Blackfoot ancestors were while Columbus
is quick to go to bed with the recently discovered, vapid Pinkberry
freezer dweller Madison. These new lifestyles must take a backseat when
Wichita returns to reload on ammunition to track down her sister who has
gone on a pilgrimage to Graceland with snooty hipster and pacifist
Berkley.
Despite
his recent fling, Columbus sees this as a chance to win back Wichita.
Tallahassee cannot pass up an opportunity to visit Elvis's home and
punch Berkley. If Madison proves to not be too much of an annoyance, the
mission seems rather simple. With 73 rules to protect them, what can
possiblye go wrong?
If you enjoyed the first "Zombieland"
as much as I did for its characters, this is a worthwhile sequel. It
hits the same notes as the first like any comedy sequel but does not
burden itself with wilder challenges for the characters to make sure the
audience stays invested. This film is a band's sophomore effort.
After
"Venom" and "Gangster Squad", you realize that Ruben Fleisner is not
much of a director and his efforts to produce epic shots can wear thin.
But being a straight out comedy, you are not focusing on those efforts.
This means it is all about the script which suffers a bit since our
characters are already established. In other words, the film cannot
bring anything new to the table. Hence, if you like the characters, it
will work for you. I will say that I could have done without the attempt
to be overly meta with the Luke Wilson and Thomas Middleditch
characters.
And
the attempt to be meta may have been the excuse to provide the film
with a lighter feel. Eventually the film ends up with a pacifist hippie
commune. If you are watching a movie that prides itself on gore and
humorous demises, you got to up the body count when it comes to annoying
characters. You have a guaranteed audience with this sequel. The
writers should have upped the extremes that they would take to impress
the loyal fan base. At least we get treated to an early, and perhaps the
greatest, mid credit sequence to guarantee that the viewing was
worthwhile.
"Zombieland:
Double Tap" is an amusing sequel for the fans of the first, but does
not elevate the humor from the first film. The characters are protected
very well, so it a good sequel, but feels more like a reunion feature
than an effort to build upon the predecessor's greatness. You will get
some enjoyment out of this flick, but you will not be asking for a
"Triple Tap" despite the alliteration.
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