So. I might have been bad at the end of last week and bought myself an expensive distraction.
Yep … That’s the massive LEGO 1989 Batmobile™ set! At 3,306 pieces, this will be the biggest LEGO set I have ever built. Once complete, it will measure a whopping 23″ x 8″ x 4″.
The instruction manual is a super thick 435 pages. Whoo!
I am pretty excited to get started on this once David is back to in-person classes and I can reclaim the dining room table as my work area. There are 24 bags of pieces. So, if I do two per night, it will take me 12 days to build this (though I suspect it will go a little faster than that).
Now, I am just going to have to resist the urge to get the 1989 Batwing set to go along with this. It sucks having a LEGO fetish and being poor.
I sure do have them winter/pandemic blues. You could probably tell from my lack of posting. But, honestly, what is there to talk about? Life has fallen into a dull routine of cardio, work, eat, stare mindlessly at the TV, sleep, repeat. The weather has been too cold and dreary on Saturdays for any afternoon fire pitting with Shortlegs and Co. (one of my few mental health activities). So, it’s mainly getting takeout on Saturdays that breaks up some of the monotony.
February is ticking along and hopefully the temps with warm up quickly in March. JR and I have been distracting ourselves with plans for various backpacking trips in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Some sound fun. Some sound grueling. Time will tell!
Meanwhile, let the photos below break up the monotony of your day and week.
A few weeks ago, I got into a “pitch and toss” mood. I am a bit pack rat-ish when it comes to bank statements and any other statements that might have account and/or social security numbers on them. Before my cleaning spree, I had boxes that had bank statements dating back to 1989. Sheesh.
While going through all these boxes, I did find some cool things … the punk/alternative buttons I wore on my jacket in high school, notes left by dear friends, and lots of birthday and thank you cards.
One of the major things I found was a stack of letters written to me by a really good female friend while we were in high school. I knew I had saved them and that they were in a box somewhere. Over the years, I have developed a sense of joy at having saved these. They were important. They were special. So, I was excited to find (and read) them again.
I guess nostalgia (and faulty memory) clouded my expectations. I remember us being so cool, intellectual, and above all that petty high school nonsense. Maybe that was because we got good grades and listened to cool alternative music. These letters sure proved that wrong. They are filled with talk of crushes, unrequited love, betrayal, secrets, suicidal thoughts, and an extreme dislike for one fellow student. It’s exactly what you would expect from a bunch of emo teenagers.
Needless to say, I was a little disappointed that these letters from 30+ years ago didn’t live up to my memory of them. I still saved them. I collected all the cards and letters and buttons (30 years worth) and put them in a new box for safekeeping. I can get rid of those old bank statements and such but I just can’t get rid of the personal things … even if the memory is better than the reality.
Not much to report here really. Just navigating the winter and pandemic doldrums.
I wish we would get some warmer weather. I miss (socially distanced) fire pitting with friends. I want to get out on some camping trips. I am tired of just sitting around the house worrying about finances and COVID-19. I want my county to get on a roll with the vaccinations so that I can get my shots (of course I am in the very last “everyone else” category).
And, I am tired of feeling underappreciated. It’s making me bitter. I have felt bitter most of the day … for most of the last several days, to be honest. Sometimes it just feels like people are just paying a lot of lip service in regards to my abilities/training. I am always getting duped into feeling the expectation that someone is going to put in a good word for me when they are not. And after months of lip service, I am bitter. Honestly, I think I’d prefer to be treated with indifference. At least then I wouldn’t have these expectations that people are standing up for me or are advocating for me when they are not.
This Week’s Excitement: Trump is out of office! Thank Christ.
And 2021 is off and running. The Biden/Harris election win is official, Democrats have taken the majority in the Senate, and Trump Cultists stormed the Capitol because “Boo hoo! Trump lost.” What an amazing time to be alive. (Psssssst … that’s sarcasm.)
And now, some randomness.
This is always a fun sight to see when you actually haven’t told your PC to update. Thankfully, Geek Squad nerds got me back up and running in a few days with no major data loss. They think the hard drive was starting to fail. Pretty lame for a computer that is only four years old. This is why I have a Macbook Pro for all my non-official work and personal stuff.
The USPS *finally* came through and delivered the last Christmas presents well after Christmas.
Now if the USPS would locate and move along my copy of Arrow’s 4K release of David Cronenberg’s Crash, I would be the happiest man on the planet. It’s been stuck in South Jersey since December 21. Ugh.
I had a long, thoughtful post planned about the trials and tribulations of 2020 planned. But, I took a nap that was too long and now feel discombobulated.
2020 was sure trying at times … from the messed up trip to NYC in March to loosing pretty much all my extra freelance work to a pretty isolated existence all year to this past month wherein, Bowser had a growth removed (it ended up being non-cancerous, thank God) and my work PC crashed causing lots of stress about the potential of even more lost work. Ugh. I find the older I get, the less successfully I am handling life’s speed bumps.
Going forward, I really need to sit down and figure out what the fuck I am going to do with myself in 2021. I am not really sure that I can financially continue along the same path I have been on without extra money coming in. It doesn’t appear that any of my extra design work is going to return any time soon (if ever). So, maybe McDonald’s or Walmart is in my future. Who knows?
But, at least we have come through the pandemic so far without getting sick … so, that is something to be thankful for.
The big excitement recently has been the arrival of Vinegar Syndrome‘s new 4K UHD release of The Beastmaster. I have very vivid memories of seeing this at the local movie theater in 1982 (when I was on the cusp of turning 11 years old). I pretty much knew I was different at this point in my life and that men grabbed my attention more women. It was a weird, scary, and thrilling feeling. The Beastmaster just helped reaffirm all this. Marc Singer running around in a leather hula skirt that barely covered anything was an amazing site for these young eyes.
It’s weird to think now that my parents probably thought I was excited to see Tanya Roberts topless in this movie. Nope. I was all about Marc Singer. I mean, c’mon … look at him!
The Beastmaster is one of three films from my childhood that I feel helped solidify my gayness. The other two are Flash Gordon and Gwendoline. Maybe it’s of note that all three are from the fantasy/sci-fi genre … and maybe it’s not.
Ugh. With only mere weeks left, 2020 still feels tedious and never-ending. Personally, I don’t think the prospects for 2021 look any better.
The day job has been plodding along. I spent two days upgrading one of the retail sites to the newest version of the shopping cart software. Everything looked good in the off-site trail run. But, once it was live, the Guest Checkout function that was working now isn’t. Gah! So, I get to spend God knows how many more hours trying to figure out why it’s not functioning. Seriously … kill me.
I checked my checking account last night and found the sum total to be pretty dismaying … and that’s total is without the Christmas spending factored in (since that’s all on a credit card right now). My freelance work this year has been shit because the pandemic cancelled all the events and gathering I normally to work for. So, yeah. I guess the “endless spending with no extra money coming” in has finally caught up with me. And it’s my own fault. Needless to say, I am now feeling super stressed and considering a weeknight/weekend job at Walmart or some sleazy fast food joint to help get me through.
Bowser has a mole on his undercarriage that has started getting bigger over the last month or so. A trip to the vet on Monday brought about the results we expected. They want to remove and biopsy said mole. There is a chance it could be cancerous and a chance that it could not be. I am hoping for the latter as I am not sure that I can mentally deal with Bowser having cancer. He goes next Friday (the 18th) to have it removed.
David got me a complete set of Creepshow Enamel Pins from Waxworks Records for our anniversary. These are something I want to display, so I got a shadowbox frame to put them in. It works well enough, but I think the frame might be a little too small. While I was at it, I also framed the enamel pins that came with the Haunt Collector’s Edition I got a few months back. This one turned out much better. The pins all came together on one 5×7 card which I mounted on foam board and then mounted inside an 8×10 shadowbox frame. Now I just have to find some wall space on which to hang these.
I really do need to find more crafty projects to try and keep my sanity.
Yeah … I am still alive. I just haven’t felt like posting.
Thanksgiving came and went last week without much fanfare. Our friends who normally host a “Friendsgiving” that we go to every year (wisely) decided to not host this year. It was disappointing but understandable. So, David went off to see his family and I stayed around the house and didn’t really do anything but consume pizza and be a generally depressed bastard. Yay, 2020!
I did get this year’s batch of egg nog made on Thanksgiving Day. Later this week, I get to decide who has been nice enough to receive some and who’s on the shit list and is out of egg nog luck. Ha, ha.
COVID-19 case numbers are going crazy here in our little mountain county. It’s a bummer since we’ve done pretty well for most of the year. It seems like precaution fatigue has people letting their guard down and thus getting infected. I am so ready for all this to be over!
One (well, two really) of the bright spots of the past week has been the arrival of the Dawn of the Dead 4K UHD Limited Edition release from Second Sight and the Midsommar Director’s Cut 4K UHD Limited Edition from A24. Squee!
On Saturday, I had a solo shopping appointment at my favorite record store in Asheville, Harvest Records. I managed to snag the 2020 Black Friday Record Store Day release of Amiee Mann’s Bachelor No. 2 or, the Last Remains of the Dodo. I also found a rare Japanese pressing from 1985 of The Sisters of Mercy’s First and Last and Always. So cool!
Sunday morning, we went for a fancy brunch at The Ascot Club at Highland Forest. We have recently become social members there because a) the membership is cheap and b) all of our friends were joining and we didn’t want to be left out. The food is good and the atmosphere pretty quiet. So, it’s a great place to go for a relaxing meal. We drank mimosas and had fancy brunchables … Chicken and Waffles for me and Steak Caesar Salad for David. Très chic.
Since there were no Black Friday sales to go to in person, I bought a few movies online for cheap. Castle Rock: The Complete Second Season arrived yesterday. Horray for 2-day shipping! But, thanks to Amazon’s amazing pack job, it’s already being returned. The slipcase was damaged and (it might be hard to tell from the photo) the case is actually curved and bent. Amazon’s crapping packing/shipping strikes again. Sheesh.
Some other randomness that I might post more about later:
– I framed some enamel pin sets I have recently acquired.
– We watched Unhinged. It’s nowhere near as bad as the critics made it out to be.
– I have become obsessed with color matching my jockstrap and shirt colors when I can.
The workweek is now underway. December is nigh (which means 2021 is just around the corner. And they are calling for SNOW tonight!
Oh, and … because I was bad and missed the actual day on the 21st … Happy 18th Birthday to The Boy Wonder. I guess this blog finally legal! I know I say this every year … but, damn … I never thought it would last this long. So, a big thanks to the constant (or even occasional) readers that still come here and read my ramblings.
Editor’s Note: No links ’cause I’m lazy.
The first Collector’s Edition from A24, Ari Aster’s 171-minute director’s cut will look as crisp on your bookshelf as it does on your screen.
Disc comes enclosed in a clothbound, Hårga-yellow slipcase, accompanied by an illustrated 62-page booklet featuring original artworks from the film by Ragnar Persson and a foreword by Martin Scorsese. Choice of Standard Blu-ray or 4K Ultra HD.
Make mine 4K UHD, please!
Side Note: I think it would seriously cool to have a tattoo of that flaming bear art.
Not really. It was pretty calm for the most part.
David and I did get a wild hair and went to the movies on Saturday afternoon. The local theater has reopened and with Freaky debuting on Friday, we just couldn’t resist. I was a bit nervous about going but it ended up that we were the only two people in the theater. We did wear our masks the whole time just because that’s what you’re supposed to do in 2020. The movie was fun and watching a body-swapping serial killer movie was a nice distraction from the horrors of the world.
I did buck health officials’ advice and went and hung out with TomJones on Saturday night at her new house. We ate tasty apps from Boojum and drank G&T’s and Boojum beer. We also watched Parasite (which she had not seen). Most awesome.
And now, Monday is done. If this week goes like today, it’s going to be another long one. Pass the anti-depressants, please.