Tahiti, it's a magical place

This week I had a Think Geek order show up at my office.  A set of bedside lamps, in Hogwarts House colors.  (Ravenclaw for me, Slytherin for the Spousal Equivalent.)

Those lamps raised a few eyebrows.  People know that I’m in my 40’s.  Most people at my age have adult looking houses.  Me?  I have Hogwarts house lamps and framed Firefly prints in my living room.  There’s a Harry Potter wand in my office.  I have a lightsaber on my desk.

I count down the days until the next Marvel movie.

We go to Disney once a year.  I’ve been a Sci-Fi/Fantasy fan since I was little.  My father introduced me to Star Wars and Star Trek when I was little.  I’ve never been an avid comic book reader, but I’ve loved comic book movies for years.  We watch almost every show on the SyFy network.

This show is SO good, y'all!

I know most of the lyrics of most of the songs of WAY too many Broadway shows.   The Spousal Equivalent and I are HUGE RuPaul Drag Race fans.

I cried when we went to Universal Studios and I walked through the wall into Diagon Alley.

If “growing up” means that I have to give those things up, I don’t want to.  Some people are part of the Football Fandom.  I happen to be part of a different fandom.

I’ve been to the conventions.  I’m not alone.

I can be an adult, and still wear Disney shirts.

And I’m proud of that!

Wakanda Forever!

Disclaimer:  I am a person of Caucasian ancestry.  No, that's not enough... I'm so white I get a sunburn in a dark room.  I thought I needed to put this out there...

Disclaimer 2:

I'm a lover of detailed world building in my science fiction and fantasy.  The same goes with my super hero movies.  (Why is the UN in Vienna???  Is it because NYC was flattened by aliens?)  Seriously... detailed world building get me going....

I was already at thrill level max when we went into the movie simply because we were finally going to see Wakanda!

I mean, just look at it!!!

Without reading a single issue of comic, I was already excited... just to see this country that is absolutely untouched by us white folks!  Now, I understand that being ... me... there is stuff that's lost on me.  I totally accept this.  But I can, and do appreciate all the amazing details that the production designers and costuming designers put into the movie.

Seriously, go read this twitter thread!  I'll wait.

Ok.  And now... the movie.

Black Panther is set up to be a simple story about T'challa's ascension to the throne and how he protects his people.

But it's SO much more than that!

~The setting~
It's both a story about this nation that grew and flourished outside of Europe's influence and a story about the people that were left behind.  A country that has AMAZING resources and technology vs the poverty and violence of the outside world.  In the end it's the story of two cousins:  one born in privileged in Wakanda, and one orphaned in Oakland.

~Erik Killmonger~
Marvel did a wonderful job at building a villian that had a purpose and motivations that made sense.  Honestly, I'm sure his motivations made sense to many, many people that were sitting in theaters all over the country.  Even if you're not African-American... by watching the news and reading what is going on in this country's present and its past you get a real sense of why he wanted to lead Wakanda and finally be the oppressor for once.

~The ladies~
The female supporting cast is totally top notch.  They all have wonderfully complex characters.  They are all strong and brilliant.  I SO want to see what would happen is Tony Stark, Peter Parker and Shuri would get together.  I want to see her run intellectual laps around Tony!   It's all of them.  Watching the differing views of Nakia and Okoye was amazing.  One so focused on doing good, the other focused on protecting her country.  And Okoye is such a badass!  I could watch her beat the crap out of people all day!

~The Outside World~
I loved that from minute one, we were in on the joke.  We knew the truth.  it made watching the UN and Everett Ross thinking that T'Challa was a country bumpkin even funnier.  I cringed at some of the comments that Ross made.  But they let Ross in, and then let the world in.  Those two acts were amazingly brave on the part of T'Challa.  In one lovely post-credit scene... everything about Wakanda changed.

I'm sure I have more to say about the movie... but I think I need another viewing to sort it out.

But I am thrilled that Marvel decided to have a movie that showed People of Color that they can have their own heroes.  I loved that Marvel showed that putting Black faces on screen brings in money (because we all know that money drives Hollywood).  I remembered sitting in Wonder Woman, watching a hero that looked like me.  I hope that others got that same joy when they saw Black Panther.

I just hope that Marvel doesn't destroy Wakanda in the next movie.  They have a history of flattening cities.

I fell on my kiester at OrangeTheory Fitness!

At the end of January, I decided that my ass needed a bit more kicking, so I joined OrangeTheory Fitness. 

I got through the first class unscathed.  A panting, sweaty, needs-to-work-on-cardio mess,But the second...

After 30 minutes of intense work, I was exiting my threadmill, ready to get on the rowing machine.

look at the space between the two sets of machines.  I'm lucky I didn't hit my face!

I stepped between the two treadmills.... then turned.  I tried to lift my foot to step, but it got caught.

And down I fell.   Thankfully, I didn't smack my face on the rowers!  I now have a bruise the size of a saucer on my thigh.  I bruised myself, and hurt my ego, but I got up and got on my rower and continued on.  I did the entire 60 minute workout.  And you know what?  I'm going back on Saturday. 

Seriously, the first class is free.  It's a great workout!

February Sucks.....

I was reminded last night that last year's February sucked.  I had actually forgotten.

Maybe I knew this subconsciously, because I've been sad for a few days now.

Not overly so, just... really down.  And for no particular reason.

Like a kidney stone, this will pass.

What am I going to do to help me out?  Well, last night's "let's eat ALL the brownies" fiasco won't help!

I need to keep on exercising.  Hopefully it'll be warm enough to run again soon, but until then the pup and I will keep on our three times a week long walkies.  She needs to lose weight and so do I.  On the other days, I need to not half-ass my in-home workout.  My OrangeTheory days... it's impossible to do that half-assed!

I need to keep up with the meal planning.  When I don't... we hit fast food and I don't need that!

I also need to stop with the retail therapy!!

I also need to not become a hermit.  I tend to do this and it's not healthy.

I'm hoping that with some warmer temperatures, and sunny weather that this funk can break.

And if it doesn't... then I'll exercise my health insurance and seek a professional.

But either way, I'm not ok right now.  But I'll be ok.. eventually.

I'm super weird... and I know it!

There are things in this world that are nearly universally accepted.... that I have absolutely no interest in! 

Here are 2:

So this weekend had a major sporting event.  And I didn't watch it.  And by the looks on some people's faces... that was on par with killing puppies.

Here's my feeling on most mainstream sports:

I've never been a fan of football, basketball or baseball.  I don't know the rules, and I don't understand the game.  And frankly, this bothers me not one bit.  And when I tell people that I happen to enjoy watching Roller Derby, they look at me like I have 2 heads!

It's not like I hate ALL sports!  I'm going to be watching the Olympics!

The other thing that some people just don't get is the fact that I don't want children.

I have friends that are desperately trying to get pregnant, or that have young children.  And don't get me wrong, I LOVE my friend's kids (The Spousal Equivalent and I are "Aunt" and "Uncle" to them all.).... but I can't even fathom why someone would want to get pregnant and have kids. That's how much the idea doesn't resonate with me.  

I guess that not everyone is the same.  We all have those things that make us "weird."

So while y'all are chasing your kids around while trying to watch the Superbowl, I'll be over here, sipping wine and watching old episodes of Stargate SG1.  (And waiting for the Olympics to start!)

Sadly, today is not Friday.

I woke up this morning, excited that today was Friday!  Then I realized.... today is Thursday.  That's not a great way to start my day.

But before I get to the comedy of errors... let me tell you a story.

Right before Christmas I had an appointment with my doctor.  My cholesterol is high, and they want to put me on meds.  These meds can cause diabetes.... which my father's family has struggled with.  For the first time in my adult life, I told a doctor no.  With diet and exercise I can fix this!  I was given leave to go and do that.

Fast forward to this week.


Thanks to the loveliness of bad, dark weather and hormones I've been in a funk all week.  It starts with me not wanting to get up in the morning and leave my nest of warm blankets.  Once I get through that, I work out... or in most cases, just take the dog for a power walk.  I can't shake that awful feeling that nobody likes me, which makes me want to never leave my house again.

It's PMS.  I know that it is.  It's also temporary.

I think these times are the hardest.  It's that battle between the rational mind and the hormonal shift.  When you add in the slightly increasing crime where we live, it's a recipe for me to never leave the house again.

But in a few days the thoughts will pass.  It might warm up enough for me to run.  I just need to not eat a cake for dinner tonight...

What I do know is that I need to start blogging once a week.  Maybe I can make this "I thought it was Friday..." thing regular, since I've been doing it for a while now!