Warning: geeky review and commentary of old comics within.
Warning: geeky review and commentary of old comics within.
Though it started out as a joke, I’ve convinced myself that crunchy is indeed a flavour. Toast vs. bread. Raw veggies vs. cooked. Soft cookies vs. biscotti. That sort of thing. There’s hardly flawless logic to my argument but I will hold firm that crunchy is a flavour, I mean, why else would there be crunchy flavoured peanut butter?
Wolverine was (if not still is) the most ubiquitous comic book character on the stands. In the 1990s, if a title was lagging in sales, you can bet ol’ Wolvie would put in an appearance to hopefully give it a boost. He would appear in so many places at once that there wasn’t a hope in hell of keeping the continuity of his appearances straight. I was never much of a Marvel fan so I didn’t really care to anyway. Read X-Men for about a year back when everyone was reading X-Men (and buying an extra copy to put away) and I’ve purchased, perhaps, two or three issues of the guy’s own title in it’s 20 years of publishing. With the exception of Barry Windsor Smith’s Weapon X I’ve rarely given Wolvie a second thought. He’s a star character for sure, and with Hugh Jackman beautifying him, straightening his posture, giving him some stature and depreciating his hirsuteness, the cinematic appeal isn’t lost.
There’s a treasure trove of backstory to wade through, as Marvel has been taking the last ten years or so to completely demystify the character. X-Men Origins: Wolverine is a wacky amalgam of so many of those facets, while also trying to shoehorn it into the X-Men movie trilogy and hopefully spawn some other franchises (Deadpool is strongly insinuated and Gambit isn’t necessarily out of the works, and a new cast of mutants for a new X-Men movie is all but assured). The first act of the film involves a series of short stories and montages about Wolverine’s life, from his childhood in the Northwest Territories in Canada in 1840 (which every Canadian should recognize immediately as B.S. since Canada wasn’t officially Canada until 1867, and the NWT were coined as such until a few years afterwards) to his participation in the Civil War (despite not being American) and pretty much every war the US was involved in for the next 100 years. He then joined a mercenary team where he did bad things and got tired of it and retired to being a lumberjack, settling down only to have his life upturned and shoehorned into established X-Men movie franchise canon, handled with all the subtlety of an elephant in an outhouse.
Origins is not a good movie. It is fairly passable popcorn fun. It’s effects vary between acceptable and atrocious (the cartoon claws in some scenes were particularly heinous) and the violence is bloodless by and large so that a preteen audience to embrace the cool anti-hero. It’s focus seems less on truly telling Wolverine’s origin story (it breezes quickly through the meaty Weapon X in favor of its comic-booky plot) instead on introducing mutant after mutant, which is kind of fun for the fans but also thoroughly distracting, and at times blatant to the point of annoyance.
I didn’t hate Origins like I did X-Men 3, but it’s hardly following the Watchmen, Iron Man or Dark Knight route of character driven superhero cinema.
Whilst spending two concentrated weeks with my Mom and Dad, working on the house, making frequent trips to Rona/Home Depot/Canadian Tire, watching hockey, eating meals, and just being a family that I have inherited a lot of traits from my parents, in particular a snacking obsession which it would seem stems from my dad (probably my mom too, but she’s found willpower).
In the time they were here I ate:
121 - Peak Freans Lifestyle Selection Blueberry and Brown Sugar Cookies (with Flax!)
122 - Humpty Dumpty ChedACorn
123 - Doritos - Nacho Cheese flavour (I was originally trying to make a point about the fakeness of dialogue in food commercials and wound up getting suckered into snacktime)
124 - Munchos
125 - President’s Choice Blue Menu Fig Cookies
126 - one dollar Swiss fruit and nut chocolate
127 - Bounty coconunt chocolate bar
128 - peanut M&Ms (Aden’s favourite)
129 - cherry & creame cheese danish
130 - apple & creame cheese danish
131 - Tim Hortons donuts (maple glaze, double chocolate)
132 - day old Tim Hortons donuts (honey glaze)
But the snacking didn’t stop there, carrying into the weekend
133 - meh cherry pie (from the local fruit stand)
134 - more Tim Hortons donuts (their sucky walnut crunch, which I always forget is nothing like the awesome Robin’s Donuts walnut crunch)
135 - apple pie (as made by Aden’s aunt, and about the best apple pie I’ve had in 2 or 3 years)
Thankfully I’d been working my ass off the past two weeks, climbing ladders, pulling cables, sweating it out in monkeysuits insulating the attic, so I didn’t really gain much weight, but that kind of snackiness can’t continue. I’m a snacky guy in general and I try to reserve it for one or two nights a week, but my folks, well, let’s just say they’re enablers. Heh. Love them lots though, and I wouldn’t have gotten much done without them.
- when you’re working in dusty places like attics or with plaster dust and sawdust falling in your face, goggles and a mask are a necessity. Still doesn’t stop your boogers from turning black though
- when plastering the holes you make, waffle tape is essential to give the plaster some traction. You really want to fill in any gaps in the wall or ceiling with as much plaster as possible so that everything is solid, but when working with large, open holes, you will need to have something in place (drywall, wood, etc) to fill in the space first, as plaster will either just fall in or out of the wall or bubble down from the ceiling without something to cling onto. Also, it reduces any drafts in the walls which also causes bubbling. My dad has a way of fixing the stopper in place by screwing it into a thin, flat board.. easy to show, hard to describe.
- you should really dropcloth the floors when working on ceilings over hardwood, since the plaster that drops down can be crunched up and scratch the floors up
- when finished with your bucket of ready-mix plaster, clean off the insides of the bucket walls and the lid completely, as any plaster that hardens and falls into your mix will make it gritty and almost impossible to get a smooth application
- sometimes the easiest way makes the biggest mess but also often the quickest way will wind up taking more time in the long run. So really, its up to you… punch more holes and fix them later or figure out how to work with the holes you already have