A Touch of Leather and a Taste of Lidocaine

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Two interesting personal developments for me this week.

Almost a month ago I wrote about my less than thrilling or relaxing trip to the wonderful city of Seattle for this year’s World Science Fiction Convention. As I said, the convention itself was really good but losing my wallet and keys during the trip up cast a pall over the entire week that left me terribly stressed and unable to thoroughly enjoy my vacation.

Monday of this week, I arrived at my desk to begin another week at the day job and after pulling out my laptop from my backpack/computer bag I heard something shifting inside. I reached deep into the bag and the tips of my fingers touched …. leather?

I grabbed the leather object and pulled out my wallet. I reached in again and my fingers found my key ring with an assortment of keys.

Clearly what had happened was that at TSA in San Diego after passing through the check point, I had hastily grabbed everything, laptop, iPad, wallet and keys and shoved them all into the bag. The heightened stress and emotional stessors disrupted my memory formation just enough that I had and still do not have a memory of pushing the items into the bag.

It’s good to know that they were not lost and no one got ahold of them, but it is frustrating.

Yesterday, in a quest by my pulmonologist to quiet a persistent cough I have experienced since February of 2024 I underwent a bronchoscopy, a procedure where they put a camera down into your airways and lungs.

The nurses at Kaiser Zion Hospital were excellent but let me tell you having lidocaine sprayed into the back of your throat is a terrible, terrible experience. It prompted gagging and coughing and had a taste I would not wish upon my worst enemy. The procedure itself was hardly a bother, though apparently from the sedation I was out for about half of it. The test results indicated nothing abnormal in my airways or lungs and so the search for a solution to the coughing continues.

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Yesterday’s Murder

Yesterday, September 10th, a gunman shot and killed Charlie Kirk, a political activist known for inflammatory rhetoric, a disdain for empathy, and a verbally vicious manner. I will not bother to pretend that Charlie Kirk’s absence from American political life will cause me the slightest element of concern. He struck me as a petty, cruel man that monetized hate, and did little to nothing to actually make life better for people and actively made it worse for the targets of the hate from which he profited so generously.

I have sympathies for his children. It is never easy to lose a parent, and their tragedy is quite real. The majority of my sympathy is for the United States and the American people. Not because they are deprived of Charlie Kirk’s rancor and rabble rousing, as I have said I do not think in any manner that he was even within the same galaxy as the definition of a ‘good person,’ but the growing politically driven violence in our culture is a terrible infection that may have now grown beyond any quick and decisive treatment.

A few hours after the killing, writer Ezra KlEin posted a list of political violence this nation witnessed over the last few years with victims from both ends of the political spectrum. Political violence is an infection; in the absence of political antibiotics it grows and spreads eventually, if unchecked, becoming gangrenous.

I’m not going to spend time laying the blame to one faction or another. For the most part, persuasion has vanished from the political discourse and examples of hypocrisy or ill intent are only deployed now to burnish one’s own side or to soothe the feelings one might have because deep down they know theIR guilt lies there.

I do not mourn Charlie Kirk, but I do mourn our nation and what will be, I suspect, a long and painful road back to something like normalcy.

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A 40th Cinematic Anniversary

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2025 witnessed the 50th year of the cinematic experience of Jaws, the movie that in many ways invented the summer blockbuster. A decade later, studios chased those blockbuster dreams still, and 1985 saw the release of a number of box office-dominating and franchise-creating films such as Back to the Future and Rambo: First Blood Part II.

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But today I want to remember a film that turned 40 this summer, got two thumbs down from Siskel and Ebert, performed modestly with audiences but became beloved by its fans and grew into cult status. Even four decades after its release, lines from this modestly budgeted absurdist comedy such as “Gee, Ricky, I’m sorry your mom blew up” or “When people be throwing away a perfectly good white boy like that!” still make us crack a smile and have the same import as more famous deliveries like “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

I’m talking about the debut feature film by director and writer Savage Steve Holland, Better Off Dead.

Better Off Dead is the story of Lane Meyer (John Cusack), a high school student dumped by his girlfriend Beth (Amanda Wyss) and thrown into cycles of suicidal ideation and desperate plays to win back her attention and affection from her new boyfriend Roy Stalin. A parallel storyline follows the arrival of a French foreign exchange student Monique (Diane Franklin) to the home across the street from Lane’s and the hosting family’s attempts to create a romantic relationship between Monique and the son living there.

This brief and dry synopsis conveys none of the strange, bizarre, and inventive humor of the film. There’s Lane’s mother, whose cooking can create life; the paperboy whose demand to be paid what he’s owed strikes tones more akin to the mafia than a young boy’s first job; and the fact that the film breaks out into fantastic, animated segments drawn from Lane’s fertile imagination.

I watched Better Off Dead on its initial release, and I loved it wholly and completely. My friends and I still make references to this movie and quote its iconic lines to this day. Like Monty Python, it is not to everyone’s taste, but for those it matches, it is priceless.

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My Newest Musical Crush — Laufey

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A little over a month ago, towards the end of July, my sweetie-wife and I listened to the NPR news/comedy program Wait, Wait — Don’t Tell Me as we drove to the world-famous San Diego Zoo for our Sunday excursion. That week’s guest was singer/songwriter Laufey (English pronunciation of her name is basically LAY-VEY).

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Laufey is an Icelandic woman whom I had never heard of before this episode. She came off as funny, intelligent, and charming in the brief interview which comprises the middle segment of the weekly program. In the interview, the host questioned how Laufey became attracted to jazz, not something one normally expects from a currently popular Icelandic musician.

For the last several years I have been getting more and more into bossa nova jazz, and the music it has inspired over the decades, so I naturally had to at least give some of her recordings a try. Luckily, I subscribe to Apple Music and that meant as I drove to work, I could simply ask Siri to play random songs by Laufey.

Man, I was hooked right away.

She sings both classic standards from the Great American Songbook and her own compositions. The music is unique and deeply personal. It’s easy to see why when I looked into a performance coming up in San Diego, the program was already sold out.

It’s so nice that even now I can still discover and fall in love with new musicians and their art.

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Strange New Worlds Goes to Hell — In the Pacific

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Fans watching this week’s episode of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, where pilot Erica Ortegas is

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marooned on a planetoid with an enemy of the Federation, can be forgiven if they think that the plot was lifted from the 1985 film Enemy Mine. Of course, fans with a more extensive knowledge of televised SF programming might think that film lifted its plot from the final episode of Galactica 80: The Return of Starbuck. This ignores that the 85 film was an adaptation of Barry B. Longyear’s 1979 Hugo winning novella of the same name.

If we go beyond the science-fiction genre, we get to what might be the Ur-text of the modern incarnation of this plot, the 1968 feature film, Hell in the Pacific.

Warriors from opposing sides stranded and forced to work together to survive, eventually overcoming their prejudices towards each other, is a powerful metaphor for life in general and it is not surprising that it feels like it has been adapted and readapted as many times as the plot of The Seven Samurai.

Episode 9 of this season, Terrarium, sees Erica Ortegas (Melissa Navia), after taking a shuttle craft into a gravitational anomaly, stranded on the moon of a gas giant only to discover that a Gorn pilot has also crashed here. Ortegas, a survivor of a brutal Gorn assault, has to grow beyond her personal terrors and emotional trauma to join forces with the alien pilot if they are both to survive until Enterprise can locate and rescue them.

Terrarium echoes the original series episode The Galileo Seven as the ship, tasked with delivering vaccines to a plague-stricken colony, faces a ticking clock that will force Pike to abandon the search for their missing officer. It is a nice bit of lore in the episode that the Enterprise is scheduled to rendezvous with the starship Constellation and its captain, Decker. Ortegas’ solution to alerting her crewmates as to the location of her crash also feels borrowed from that original series episode.

While the elements copied over from the original series are detracting from this episode, I still very much enjoyed it. Unlike Hell in the Pacific, The Return of Starbuck, or Enemy Mine, Ortegas’ history and emotional trauma makes this a more personal story and therefore one of greater growth than the other explorations of this concept. That does not diminish the other interpretations; each has their own charm and message about seeing past the surface of another and are worthy of enjoyment, even the Galactica 80 episode.

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This Non-Productivity Is Brought to You by the Letter E

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One of my most productive writing times is during my day job’s lunch hour. I eat a fast lunch, usually a microwaved single serving meal, and when that’s done, spend the rest of the hour writing on my MacBook.

I can get anywhere from 800 to 1200 words written, and because I use my iPhone as a hotspot not a byte of that writing passes through my employer’s corporate network. (Call me paranoid but I am a firm believer in keeping all personal data off an employer’s network.)

This week is proving to be frustrating in more than one manner.

First off, I have come to some conclusions about the plot with very serious implications and great dramatic potential, but they require that I really work out the backstory elements that in my writing by-the-seat-of-my-pants, I haven’t yet considered.

More impactful is that the key for the letter ‘E’ on my MacBook is now acting up like a frustrated two-year-old. Sometimes, quite often really, it doesn’t register the strike, and I end up with a word missing one or more Es. Other times it gets stuck, and I am suddenly confronted with a long string of the most used vowel in the English language.

I have an appointment on Saturday morning to have the machine serviced, but until then my productivity is taking a serious hit. Yesterday I managed a mere 200 words as my stream of creative thought was constantly interrupted while I inserted or deleted Es in various bits of text.

This will not be a long period of hampered writing, and I still have high hopes that the first draft of Cult Movie (working title) will be completed by the end of the month.

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del Toro and Frankenstein

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At the Venice Film Festival Guillermo del Toro premiered his latest film Frankenstein adapted from the classic early 19th century novel by Mary Shelley. One published review of the feature criticizes it for presenting Frankenstein’s creation as too sympathetic leaving Victor Frankenstein (Oscar Isaac) as the real villain of the work. There has been quite a bit of pushback from various sections online to this interpretation by the critic declaring loudly and in no uncertain terms that this is in fact the theme of Shelley’s novel.

Now, anyone who has seen much of del Toro’s fantastic work should be far from surprised that in any ‘monster’ movie that his sympathies lie with the monsters. This has been del Toro’s theme in most of his films including his Oscar-winning The Shape of Water. It is who the man and who the artist is.

I would wager dollars to donuts that in this adaptation of the novel some things are going to be changed to keep the sympathy with the creature and one of those elements is the murder of William, Victor Frankenstein’s younger brother, The creature then frames the family’s nurse, Justine, for killing William, leading to her lynching at the hands of an outraged mob.

In the film Doctor Sleep, the character of Rose the Hat, played to terrifying perfection by Rebecca Ferguson, tortures and murders a young boy to enhance the psychic energies she and her ‘family’ require. No one held Rose in any sympathy nor should they even though her motivations, survival, are more excusable than the creature’s, which were simply anger and vengeance. The audience, if forced to witness a child’s murder, on screen, will abandon all sympathy for the creature and his emotional trauma at being abandoned. If this event is in this adaptation, then it will take place suitably offscreen and as such will not really be real in the emotional context of the audience.

Here is where I tend to part ways with many people’s interpretation and sympathy for Frankenstein’s creation. Yes, being abandoned as essentially a child by his creator, his father, is a terrible thing to endure. Being shunned for one’s physical appearance is something that creates deep and terrible emotional scars. For that there are countless people already deserving of our sympathy because they have not turned that pain into murderous rage.

Some do.

Some people feel so isolated, hurt, tormented, and rejected by the people and society around them that they become vessels of pure, unrestrained rage. Sadly, it is not uncommon for these hurt and tormented souls to murder by the score. Like the creature they feel ‘justified’ in their acts of violence against those that they have rightly or wrongly concluded are the cause of their misery.

Tremendous emotional injury and hurt are never an excuse for wanton murder and violence, not in the real world and not in fiction. I can have no sympathy for the creature because it is intelligent enough and self-aware enough to know not only what it does but why it does it and yet it still chooses to murder.

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Movie Review: Weapons

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From writer/Director Zack Cregger, the man responsible for the highly praised horror film Barbarian, comes his latest horror film Weapons.

Now, while Barbarian was indeed highly praised within the horror and critical community, it was a movie that for me fell apart in the final act and for which I did not care. As such, when the marketing for Weapons touted Cregger’s writing and direction, it provoked very little for me to make the excursion to see this in the theater. However, as word of mouth grew and the film proved to have ‘legs’ at the box office, my curiosity became activated and Friday evening I went to see it.

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Weapons is the mystery of Justine Grady’s (Julia Garner) 3rd grade class that, with the exception of a single student, Alex (Cary Christopher), rose from their beds in the middle of the night, running off into the dark vanishing without a trace. When the police investigation fails to produce answers, much of the town, including Archer Graf (Josh Brolin), father of one of the missing children, turn on Justine as it was her class and only her class that suffered the strange and traumatic event.

Justine is not a classically ‘likable’ protagonist, with a somewhat dodgy past and an issue with alcohol, she makes an easy target for the terrified and enraged community and a particular target of Archer, certain that Justine knows more than she is saying.

Weapons is presented in a chapter format, with the different sections of the film told with a focus on and from the point of view of various characters in the community, not all of whom were directly affected by the mass disappearance. Some subplots remain distinct and unconnected to the story’s central mystery, adding color and understanding of the characters. The chapters also present events in not wholly chronological order, so something strange, frightening, and mysterious becomes understandable when viewed from another character’s experiences.

Unlike Barbarian, I found Weapons a thoroughly engaging piece of cinema. The mystery’s resolution suffered none of the suspension of disbelief shattering action that plagued Cregger’s previous movie. The only weakness of the film is in the middle section where a couple of ‘jump scares’ seem to exist with the only purpose being to remind you that you are indeed watching a horror film and not trusting that the situation and characters are enough to keep your interest high.

Weapons works as a study of characters under stress and trauma and as a horror mystery that resolves nicely and neatly without loose ends of action too unbelievable to sustain. If horror films are your jam, it is well worth a trip to the theater.

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Senator Cassidy: the Man Who Trades Lives for his Career

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Robert F. Kennedy Jr., a lawyer with no scientific or medical training and compulsively deluded by seemingly endless conspiracy theories, is the person Donald Trump, an equally idiotic and deluded man, nominated to be in charge of the nation’s Department of Health and Human Services. Even more than the other toadies, bootlickers, and grifters Trump put into his thieving, petty, and vengeance-obsessed administration, Kennedy represented a clear, dangerous, and lethal threat to the American people. Whether this crank would ascend to such a position of power really came down to one man: Senator William Cassidy, a former physician but loyal GOP foot soldier.

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Cassidy, ignoring both his oaths (the one to protect the nation and the other to do no harm), from either naivety or idiocy or plain self-interest, accepted the clear and obvious lies from Kennedy that he would not act on his decades-long crusade against vaccines and voted to give him a power and authority he clearly had no training or temperament for. Other senators, using Cassidy’s former status as a physician as the cover they needed, followed suit, and Kennedy was given the reins he so desperately wanted.

Kennedy’s promises proved as binding as Trump’s, and he launched into his attack on the scientific standards and advancements that have for more than half a century truly saved the lives of countless Americans and people around the world.

mRNA therapies, after literal decades of blood, sweat, and tears of research, came to fruition when we needed them most, during the worst global pandemic in a century, but they hold much more promise than that.

Cancer is not one disease; it is a galaxy of similar diseases that have plagued and stalked humanity since antiquity. One of the most insidious aspects of the disease is its ability to hide from the body’s immune system, escaping detection and destruction until the body itself is consumed and killed. mRNA therapies hold the greatest promise for treating and defeating cancer ever developed, but not anymore. Kennedy killed that research. Maybe China will pick up the ball and run with it. They have the technical know-how and the skilled, college-educated scientists to do so, and then we can rely on the CCP’s good graces and will to share that with dying Americans.

We are diving into flu and COVID season for the winter of 2025/2026 just as Kennedy is destroying the administrative infrastructure that approves and distributes the critical vaccines to save American lives. I myself may have lost the ability to receive the COVID vaccine booster for this year because I have not yet reached 65, so I feel this very personally.

Lives are going to be lost because Cassidy bent the knee, denied the clear and obvious truth about Kennedy, and preferred to safely not “buck the system.” What has he gained from his betrayal of the American people? Are the people who are going to die a reasonable price to have others pay so you can be a Senator for just a bit longer, Cassidy?

I do not believe in a life after death or some divine judgment for our actions while here on Earth, but I wish there were. Kennedy is deluded and stupid; he is like a rabid dog. But you are neither, and you knew the choice you were making and the price others would pay for it.

You, Senator Cassidy, are evil.

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