Thursday, May 31, 2012

Avengers, Avengers, Avengers

Really though, this movie is awesome. I just watched it again with my brother, and I feel like I just rode this two hour long roller coaster and am just trying to catch my breath.

The first half of the movie is just ok. It brings all the characters in, gives us a taste of the conflict coming (both within and without the party of superheroes), and sets up the plot.

Halfway through the movie, the heroes start arguing with each other, and it is just a non-stop, action-packed slam fest of epic greatness. Everything about it from that point on makes it into one of the best blockbusters of all time. Yes, I said one of the best blockbusters of all time. It has everything a great blockbuster needs: action, good looking people, enough story to compel you, and characters that you actually connect with.

But every time I watch it I come away with the same new life-altering mantra:

What would Captain America do? 

Really though, just ask yourself that simple question and you will never go wrong in life.

I salute you, Capn'.

Movie Log 14: Meh In Black III



Saturday, May 12, 2012

Movie Log 13: Back with a Bang

I have never wanted to be a superhero more.

Avengers lives up to the hype. If someone says it doesn't, then they are just naysaying the popular opinion because they want to be hip and/or go against the grain because they are "orginal" or "artists."


This movie is the epitome of what a summer blockbuster is supposed to be. It's action packed, funny, full of entertaining actors and storylines, great special effects, five movies-worth of build up... From beginning to end it is entertaining. It's FUN. So what if it's not A Beautiful Mind, or HBO's John Adams, or Black Swan - it's not trying to be. It's just a fun, entertaining summer blockbuster that will keep you laughing and wowing at what movies can do in the 21st century.

And Hulk?


Friday, May 11, 2012

The Miltary Ball of '12

Ah yes, that lovely time of year where you spend countless hours agonizing over your Class A's, only to realize in the end that no one even knows where all the medals and ribbons and doo-hickeys even go anyways.

I suddenly remember why I shun most social activity involving more than three total humans: the whirlwind of emotions that come out of nowhere, blow and howl and storm so very destructively for a time, and then suddenly settle into the much more normal breeze of everyday life. In the two hours I spent at the ball, I felt anxiety, anticipation, excitement, dread, loneliness, belonging, loved, respected, belittled, confused, disgusted, out of place, professional, enraged, foolish, contrite, content, and.... yeah I think that's pretty much it, and not in that particular order. And nothing remarkable even happened - it was just a normal military ball with normal military ball events. After it was all over, though, I felt like I'd just ridden an emotional roller coaster for hours without stopping.

Hmm... Maybe it's just me.

The Signals of the Onset of a Post

Indeed, I have returned. After five months of trekking through the desert wastelands of southern Afghanistan, I have returned to paradise (by association). America is as close as we're going to get, people. Just take my word for it.

It took me a while to get back to real life, as all I've wanted to do for the past couple weeks is completely veg out. You don't even realize how much work you do over there until you're not doing it anymore. I'm talking a literal 24/7 work schedule. People would come into my room/office at 3AM to tell me I've got new tasks at 5AM - after a night of tasks up to 1AM. So forgive me while I veg, but that's what I want to do with my time right now.

But like all good veg sessions and vacations, you eventually get tired of the hedonistic pleasure-seeking and start to think about meaning and purpose and direction and all that. So here I am, once again, putting the random bits of direction and meaning I encounter in every-day life to (digital) ink.

Welcome back, everyday life. I missed you. And the torrent of emotions that randomly slam into my soul at the most unsuspecting of moments, signaling the onset of a blog post.