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YOU DON'T TROD ON SUPERMAN'S CAPE ...
Aug. 4th, 2006 02:52 amAnother odds & sods post:
* Finally got to the theater with my friend Rob to see Superman Returns. While staying free of spoilers, it exceeded my expectations -- the acting, the production values, the cinematography, everything just seemed right. Even the Brando footage was seamlessly woven in and, in fact, made integral. Plus, they defied conventional expectations in one or two key points, which I thought was kinda neat.
As far as superhero movies go, this is the one that most fully demonstrates the iconic power of the character in question while grounding it in human emotion.
* Bit of a scare earlier today. Went over to my mother's apartment building (an independent-seniors apartment complex) with her mail. She didn't answer the page, but someone let me in. Nor did she respond to repeated, loud knocking on her door (which was locked from inside). Normally I would just assume she'd gone out -- though she usually calls to tell me if she'll be gone for awhile, so I don't waste a trip -- but I heard her fan running through the door, which would indicate she was either inside or had gone out for just a moment or two. So I shlepped her mail (which included two packages, one of them heavy) back down to my car, drove home, and called again -- still no answer. Waited for awhile, called again; no answer. Returned to her building; no response to page. Was let inside, pounded on her door, still no response (and fan is still running). By this point, I was starting to get concerned and was breathing prayer with each step, trying not to panic or worry needlessly while pondering options for gaining entry to check on her. I returned downstairs, tried the page one last time -- and she picked up. She had been in the bathroom a bit longer than usual, with the thick door closed, a fan running, and music on -- and didn't hear the phone any of the five times I called, nor the repeated knocking on her door. Sigh. One of those things; just lousy timing. She is considering getting a cordless or cell phone to stave off such worrisome incidents again.
There's always some internal tension here. On the one hand, I respect and value her independence as I expect people to respect and value mine, and I don't expect her or anyone else to notify me whenever they step out or whatever. But on the other hand, there always remains the possibility of a sudden health-related attack or injury in her apartment, particularly as she gets older (currently, late 70s). (Of course, turnabout's fair play -- I could have a heart attack or hit my head.) Anyway, I don't worry (much), nor do I hover, or anything of that nature -- but I also can't turn my concern on and off.
* Starting a workday at 7 a.m. after finishing the previous workday at 1 a.m. is not conducive to coherence. But I was more or less functional and productive today, somehow.
* I like enchiladas.
That's about it.
Words: Knowing God (J.I. Packer)
Sounds & Images: Well, great Krypton, see above.
State O'Mind: Relieved, pleased and tired.
* Finally got to the theater with my friend Rob to see Superman Returns. While staying free of spoilers, it exceeded my expectations -- the acting, the production values, the cinematography, everything just seemed right. Even the Brando footage was seamlessly woven in and, in fact, made integral. Plus, they defied conventional expectations in one or two key points, which I thought was kinda neat.
As far as superhero movies go, this is the one that most fully demonstrates the iconic power of the character in question while grounding it in human emotion.
* Bit of a scare earlier today. Went over to my mother's apartment building (an independent-seniors apartment complex) with her mail. She didn't answer the page, but someone let me in. Nor did she respond to repeated, loud knocking on her door (which was locked from inside). Normally I would just assume she'd gone out -- though she usually calls to tell me if she'll be gone for awhile, so I don't waste a trip -- but I heard her fan running through the door, which would indicate she was either inside or had gone out for just a moment or two. So I shlepped her mail (which included two packages, one of them heavy) back down to my car, drove home, and called again -- still no answer. Waited for awhile, called again; no answer. Returned to her building; no response to page. Was let inside, pounded on her door, still no response (and fan is still running). By this point, I was starting to get concerned and was breathing prayer with each step, trying not to panic or worry needlessly while pondering options for gaining entry to check on her. I returned downstairs, tried the page one last time -- and she picked up. She had been in the bathroom a bit longer than usual, with the thick door closed, a fan running, and music on -- and didn't hear the phone any of the five times I called, nor the repeated knocking on her door. Sigh. One of those things; just lousy timing. She is considering getting a cordless or cell phone to stave off such worrisome incidents again.
There's always some internal tension here. On the one hand, I respect and value her independence as I expect people to respect and value mine, and I don't expect her or anyone else to notify me whenever they step out or whatever. But on the other hand, there always remains the possibility of a sudden health-related attack or injury in her apartment, particularly as she gets older (currently, late 70s). (Of course, turnabout's fair play -- I could have a heart attack or hit my head.) Anyway, I don't worry (much), nor do I hover, or anything of that nature -- but I also can't turn my concern on and off.
* Starting a workday at 7 a.m. after finishing the previous workday at 1 a.m. is not conducive to coherence. But I was more or less functional and productive today, somehow.
* I like enchiladas.
That's about it.
Words: Knowing God (J.I. Packer)
Sounds & Images: Well, great Krypton, see above.
State O'Mind: Relieved, pleased and tired.
