I Watched Prometheus

A couple weeks ago, I finally had the chance to see Prometheus. As a prequel to Ridley Scott’s sci-fi/horror classic Alien, I remember it being one of the most anticipated movies of 2012. For me, it was a bit of a mixed reception.

I’m definitely no stranger to the Alien franchise but, in all my years, I’ve never seen the original Alien all the way through. Shocking, I realize, but I’ve just never had the chance to see it whenever it’s on TV or made the effort to seek it out. I know well enough about the film but the finer details certainly escape me.

However, I’ve seen the rest of the series so, while I had a decent knowledge of the entirety of the lore, any references to the original Alien that were made in Prometheus were going to likely be lost on me. But I think that helped me to enjoy this movie more than most.

I’m the bad guy because I have no emotions. Derp.

I certainly remember a lot of people complaining about the plot and/or some of the character motivations, but I honestly didn’t find that many glaring flaws. Of course, there’s a bit of hokeyness involved: things like the android being the “evil” one because it’s a series tradition, the manufactured reason for the ship’s captain and his boss to conveniently be away from the main console when lost crew members were screaming for their lives (although I can’t blame the captain… if Charlize Theron was the only available woman nearby, I’d make a play, too), people just walking around getting MORE lost.

On the whole, the movie essentially deals with the question of humanity’s origin and knowledge vs. faith. In a series of flashbacks early on, the lead scientist is shown being taught by her father about religion and why he has faith in it. He states that he believes because for whatever reason, he chooses to.

Later in the movie, the android takes her cross pendant away during a medical “checkup” and although she and the crew have discovered that humans were created, she still believes in her faith and is upset when she can’t get her pendant back. Her reasoning being that if humans were created by their makers, then who created that species? It raised an interesting thought in my head that sat with me after finishing my viewing.

Yep, I created you.

People seem to have this desire to solve the problem of what our purpose on Earth is. It’s as if we’re supposed to be some sort of special beings put here to shepherd all of life to a greater existence. Quite frankly, I think this is a bunch of BS.

I mean, look at us. We can’t even handle getting along amongst ourselves. If we have any greater purpose in life, I sure don’t see us accomplishing it anytime soon, what with our mass shootings, failure to see eye-to-eye, and constant need to put each other down.

On the flip side of this, do we even want to know the truth? In the movie, it is revealed that another race created us for some unnamed reason, only to have them consider us unworthy of existing. The “aliens” as we know them were created as a weapon to be used to eliminate our species. Now, I’m not saying this would be the case in our world, but who’s to say that it would be any better? I would think that a lot of people would be plenty bummed out if our creation was merely an afterthought of some kind or even just a strange natural coincidence. Even worse, radical religious nutjobs would only deny that truth anyway and possibly start conflict over said knowledge.

The original facehuggers are squids. Yet another reason why I avoid seafood.

The human ego is a strange and often dangerous thing. I just like to keep mine heavily in check.

I don’t know, I could be all wrong, but I prefer to live in the moment. Things happen that I have no effect on and that’s fine. I can really only control the things I have direct control over. All I need to know about my creation is that my parents banged at some point in the early summer of ’77 and POP… Boots was born the following spring. It’s done me well, so far. Saves me a lot of stress, that’s for sure.

As far as the movie goes, I had fun. Could’ve been better in a lot of ways, but that didn’t really make it displeasing. I give it 7 corrupt androids with secret agendas out of 10 greedy CEOs searching for immortality.


Podcast: BlankShowCast Episode 74 – Mom?

So what happened this week?

Well, I finally saw The Dark Knight Rises. It took me a long time to get through, and I explain that in detail. I also gave Isabel crap for being a big scaredy cat about horror movies and the like. It’s just a thing I don’t understand.

Also included, Tim borrows material from another podcast and makes sure to bring another constant source of background noise with him in the form of a nearby space heater, which makes it so fun to edit.

I lie. It makes it quite infuriating.

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Podcast: BlankShowCast Episode 73 – I Can’t Watch E.T.

That’s me, with the beard. A new logo is in the works, but this placeholder is courtesy of my brother.

Did I mention that I run a podcast? Well, I do! It’s full of chuckles, insults, and other wholesome family values. 🙂

In this episode we discussed the not-so-embarrassing Spike VGAs, a movie, some games, and do music trivia. I thought I picked great and easy songs to guess, but I have to remember that my co-hosts are younger and therefore not as well-educated.

So please, join my friends Isabel and Tim, along with myself, for some good times. Hope you enjoy the show.

And hey, if you don’t like it, go on iTunes and give us a 5-Star hate rating! Then review us and say why we’re so good at being awful.

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A Birthday Wish

The holidays have been a struggle for me in recent years. I’m not bothered by their commercialism or family gatherings or any of that superficial garbage that most people get upset over. It’s just not my way to care about it all. I like to just roll with the situation and do what I can to spread joy in what is supposed to be a happy time.

Lately, however, that’s been the part I’ve had trouble doing. I’ve spent the better part of the last four years out of work and when I did have a job, I was let go before the holidays happened and didn’t have the spare cash to buy gifts for most of the people who deserved them from me.

But this blog isn’t about me and my emo feelings. This is a tribute.

As one does with any sibling, I’ve had ups and downs with both my older brother and younger sister, but they’ve always been there (mostly) to help out with whatever issues I may have had. These days, it’s my sister who has been coming forward and giving whatever she can to help out. It’s tough for me to accept it without feeling worthless because her situation really is far worse than mine.

Earlier this year, she was diagnosed with Lupus, an autoimmune disease where the body decides that perfectly normal and healthy tissues are foreign and need to be attacked. In her instance, it started in the kidneys.

She was sick for almost a full year before getting it checked. At first she didn’t think it was a big deal but as time went on, it became more apparent that this was serious. The snafu came in the form of her not having health insurance, therefore keeping her from wanting to accumulate a giant medical bill that she’d never be able to pay off.

Fast forward to now. She takes a pill cocktail every day and goes to dialysis three times a week because of her kidney failure. The staff at the clinic is incompetent to the point where they sometimes damage her arm while getting the needles in place. Last month, they put the needles in backwards which effectively lessened the amount of cleaning of her blood. She told me this, and I immediately wanted to firebomb the building.

Because of the disease, she’s currently receiving disability money from the state. It’s not much at all and most of it goes to her medicine costs and basic expenses. And yet, she always offers to help me and I am forever grateful.

Really, she has no business giving me anything, and yet she never hesitates to ask if I need anything. I don’t know if a lot of people in the world would be so selfless and caring, and having no way to return the favor bothers the fuck out of me.

Today (the 6th) is her birthday. All I can really do is tell her “happy birthday” and be a nice older brother, but I wish I could do more. One day, I’ll do something special for her kindness. Lord knows she deserves it.

Happy Birthday, Sara. Thank you for everything. You’re one of the strongest people I’ll ever know.