Sunday, May 31, 2015

Mad Max; or, Furiosa's Revenge

They really got the name of this movie wrong. It is not about Mad Max Rocketansky. It is about Furiosa Jones and the Search for the Holy Grail. Max plays the part of Sir Gawain.

If you haven't seen the movie, stop reading RIGHT NOW and go see it first. Then come back here and finish reading. Or else I'll spoil your brains out.

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A long time from now, in the land Down Under, in a big rock tower (called the Rock'n'Roll Tower of Fun, home of War Boys, Water Works, Wicked Winches and Wascally Wenches) there lived a wise old white-haired dude named Emotin' Joe.1

Emotin Joe realized that there was a lot of very sick people around, including himself, and he thought that the world would be better off if all the sick people hurried up and died (except himself) and left only the beautiful people (himself, his sons, and a bunch of beautiful women) even though he was not beautiful at all and the chance of him having non-mutant children, due to the radiation damage to his body from the nuclear war which had apparently destroyed the planet (mostly), was practically nil. So he moved into this really cool mountain with lots of water and hydroponic plants and cool customized cars and trucks and tankers and bizarre white-painted mutant bald boys who liked to drive very fast through the desert in an effort to burn up all the evil gasoline (pronounced 'guzzle-lean').

Emotin Joe had a faithful friend called Furiosa Jones (actually, they only called her 'Furiosa', but I think she needs a last name because it seems everyone else gets one, so why not her?) who drove his big tanker truck back and forth to the town of 'Gas' to deliver water and food in exchange for 'guzzle-lean'. Which was a marvelous business arrangement and seemed to suit everyone just fine. And it was easy, too, since Gas Town was straight across the valley from Emotin Joe's Rock'n'Roll Tower of Fun.

But one day Emotin Joe decided that instead of delivering food and water to Gas Town, he'd deliver guzzle-lean -- which is like delivering Italians to Rome, if you ask me -- and Furiosa, using the logical brain she'd been gifted with, decided that it made much more sense to deliver the guzzle-lean to somebody else, someone who really needed it, like these guys who were living up in the mountain pass and only had little motorcycles to ride around on. Sure, they get great gas mileage so they probably don't run out of fuel very quickly, but eventually they do run out; and then what are they supposed to do? They don't have the nice big trucks covered with guns and explosive harpoons that Emotin Joe has, so everyone just laughs at them when they drive over to Gas Town to try and borrow a cup of guzzle-lean. ("Give us some guzzle-lean, or we'll rev up our engines really, really loud!!")

So Furiosa, who is leading a huge group of cars and motorcycles and other vehicles armed to the teeth with offensive weaponry, takes a little teeny-weeny detour from her assigned destination (a left turn at Albuquerque) and heads for the mountain pass.

For some reason, the inescapable logic of her decision escapes wise old Emotin Joe, and he gets mad and sends his entire army of War Boys after her. Maybe he doesn't like those mountain guys. Maybe he doesn't think the high altitude will be good for her complexion. Or perhaps he's upset because all the beautiful women he's been collecting over the years - the ones he's been trying to impregnate with his irradiated sperm - decided to stow away on Furiosa's tanker truck because they were getting tired of living inside a rock and wanted to see a bit of the world before settling down to be stay-at-home moms for a bunch of mutant children.

So this huge army of maniacal mutants chases after Furiosa and her little band of misfits, but she loses them in a monstrous sandstorm.2

Furiosa and her erstwhile gang of gangly girls survive the sandstorm but have to stop for a bit to clean out the carburetors (which are, oddly enough, full of sand).  They come upon Max and his War Boy buddy Nux, who need a ride because the sandstorm destroyed their car.

Furiosa allows Max and Nux to come along for the ride, mostly because she's tired and needs someone to drive the truck while she catches some much-needed sleep, but also because Emotin' Joe's army catches up with them and it would be helpful to have some extra hands around to shoot guns and throw missiles at their pursuers. Max is happy because he gets to drive again, and Nux is happy because one of the beautiful women strokes his face and says, "Poor baby!" which makes him fall in love with her and forget the fact that he's supposed to be keeping them from getting away.

After lots of exciting driving across the desert, with people dying left and right (including, unfortunately, the young lady voted Most Likely To Go Into Labor In The Middle Of An Action Movie),3 our heroes manage to escape the army and find the Band of Old Wise Women, who inform them that they missed their destination ("I knew I shouldn't have taken a left turn at Albuquerque!") and there is nowhere left to go except east across a huge, empty salt flat. Which is like guaranteed death. Furiosa wants to keep going until they all die of heat prostration because she is depressed after finding out that there's no escape from the land of Oz, but Max convinces her that she is wearing the ruby slippers, and all she has to do is to click her heels together three times while muttering, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home". No, not really! That's a different story. Actually, all she has to do is turn around and drive back the way they came. Which is completely logical. Except for the part where they have to get past Emotin' Joe's army. Which is just about as suicidal as heading east across the salt flats. But hey, whaddya gonna do? They still have guzzle-lean to burn, and the audience still has popcorn in their tubs.

So she and Max and Nux and the gangly girls turn around and head back to the Rock'n'Roll Tower of Fun, killing off Emotin' Joe and his army,4 and are welcomed with open arms by the mutant community because the mutant community never liked Emotin' Joe in the first place, and really they just wanted him to keep the water running instead of turning it off after only ten seconds.5 What a tease!

And while they're all celebrating and playing in the water and looking forward to years of blissful eating and drinking and repopulating, Max sneaks away into the crowd and vanishes into the desert. Again. Apparently he's allergic to happiness.

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Looking back on it through the lens of a couple hours later, I'm deeply dissatisfied with the fact that they bothered to include Mad Max at all. He really didn't add much to the story. It really could've been done without him. The only thing he added to the story, besides the obvious "additional person to fight off bad guys", was the suggestion that they all turn around and go back to where they'd come from, because that's where all the food and water was. There really wasn't much choice at that point. They had no guarantee of anything beyond the salt flat (other than miles and miles of salt); they already knew where the food and water was -- and they really needed food and water! So the choice was obvious. It just meant that they had to be willing to die for what they needed.

In the end, Furiosa and the gangly girls get what they wanted, control of their own destinies, and Max just slinks away. Which is supposed to be his character, I realize, but it is still not as satisfying as letting the poor guy have some peace.

It is hinted at the beginning of the movie that Max is haunted by ghosts of the people he was unable to save, and it is one of those ghosts that prompts him to convince Furiosa to turn around and fight for what she needs. But that might have been a ghost that Furiosa was dealing with; we really didn't need Max to try and convince her. In fact, it would've been far more poignant if we had seen Furiosa struggling with her own internal demons (of guilt, despair, whatever) and deciding on her own to turn back. The whole conversation with Max out on the salt plain was unconvincing.

I hope the next Mad Max movie is actually about Max.



1He was supposed to be called "Immortan Joe" (as in "Immortal", I suppose) but it makes more sense that they call him "Emotin' Joe" because with the mask on, the poor guy couldn't emote much at all. With those dark circles around his eyes, the only vibe I was getting from him was extreme exhaustion. Which makes sense, given the fact he was trying to repopulate the world. Might've been easier to just adopt.

2I'm skipping all the details of the car chase because nothing really happens other than people dying and cars blowing up.

3Notice how neatly they avoid the obvious cliche of having the girl go into labor in the middle of an action scene. By killing her off. Also notice how I'm skipping all the details of the car chase (again) because nothing really happens other than (more) people dying and (more) cars blowing up.

4Unfortunately, Nux dies as well, sacrificing himself in order that the others might live, which makes him the most sympathetic character in the whole movie. Which doesn't say a lot for Max.

5Really. The guy turned on the water for all of ten seconds. He had a huge underground river of water gushing out of the rock, and he lets it run for all of ten seconds His 'people' nearly killed each other trying to get a few drops! What a jerk. 

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Barking Mad About Basements

Today is a delightfully rainy, wet day. Perfect for shoveling hundreds of pounds of bark onto the church playground!

It really needed it, too. The day care closed a long time ago, but the playground is still there, and the neighborhood kids use trash it every day. Most of the bark has decayed back to its constituent molecules of "dirt", which in the presence of the "rain" turned into the compound "mud", so we did quite a bit of slogging through it all in order to get the bark evenly spread.

Kind of hard to spread bark over mud. While trying to keep on balanced footing.

After all that fun, my normal home projects were dull and boring in comparison. They are:

1. Finish the basement wiring. Still need to finish up the bathroom lights and the shower fan.
2. Finish the garage wiring. Still need to extend the 20-amp circuit into the 3rd bay so I can use my welder.
3. Fix my laptop. I ordered a new case and it is here, but it still needs to be put together.
4. Fix Adam's laptop. The motherboard is toast. I ordered a new motherboard but it hasn't arrived yet.
5. Fix Mary's laptop. The video chip overheated and the BGA (ball grid array) solder connections are no good. I ordered a new motherboard for it, too, but it hasn't arrived yet.
6. Re-caulk the master bath windows. I used bad caulk last time and it dried up too quickly (and the color was wrong). And the wasps are trying to make nests behind the siding right next to the window. They've been sneaking into our bathroom!
7. Fix the parking brake on my car.
8. Fix the exhaust system on my car.
9. Fix the rusted-out spots on my car.
10. Fix the exhaust system on Deb's car.
11. Fix the transmission leak on Deb's car.
12. Fix the door trim on Deb's car.
13. Fix the rusted-out spots on Deb's car.
14. Fix the rusted-out spots on Adam's car.
15. All the normal house maintenance.

I'm tired just thinking about all that. 

Sunday, May 24, 2015

In Memory Of Charles Shapin

This Memorial Day has special significance to use because a dear friend of ours died recently, a World War 2 veteran, father to one of our other dear friends, and though we only got to know him through very short visits at our friend's house, we treasured the times we got to spend with him.

Oh, the stories he told!

Charles Shapin came back from the War and settled down to become a math teacher at a high school back in Long Island, my old stomping grounds. We became close friends with his son's family through our daughters' friendship at school; and though the girls' friendship has waxed and waned as they have grown and changed, our friendship with the family has continued to grow stronger. It's a friendship we treasure greatly. They are an amazing, wonderful family. Whenever Eric's folks were in town, they would invite us over for dinner. And when Charles and Audrey came to visit, it becomes an even more special time, not only because they are wonderful people, too, but because they brought with them stories of Long Island.

Truthfully, I could listen to stories about Long Island all day long.

Charles had been sick for quite a while. This past year has been especially difficult on him -- and on Audrey, too, of course. So it was very sad when he died, but at the same time, it was kind of a relief that he would not be suffering anymore.

We are so happy to have known him, to have come to love him and be a (small) part of his life; most especially, we are grateful that he and Audrey raised such a wonderful son, who together with his amazing wife, formed a beautiful family who we are very privileged to be friends with.

We're grateful to Charles for the service he did his country, for the sacrifice he was willing to give, for the fact that he underwent such hardship and horror in order that we could enjoy the life we have today, free from tyranny.

We're grateful to God that, though we as humans have to suffer through the trials and tribulations brought upon ourselves by our own failings, he gives us hope for a new and better life when we have passed from this earth.

And we look forward to seeing Charles once again in that new and better life.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Oh, Jan!

Who is the most optimistic person you know?

Who is always looking on the bright side of life?

Who is the most encouraging person of your acquaintance?

If you answered Jan Meyer, then you and I are of the same mind. And you are probably thinking the same thing: Why don't I call Jan up more often so I can be encouraged and uplifted all the time?

Because that would clog up the phone lines, obviously. I am a potpourri of insecurites and could talk anyone's ear off about them. Seriously. Cheryl has to wear fake ears nowadays because I've worn hers off with my constant complaining and pessimistic whining.

It used to be Jan whose ears were being worn out, especially in those years when I was young and single and stupid and self-centered and constantly worried about who I would marry and when I would have kids and what I would finally be when I grew up. And she'd listen to all my stupid inanities and smile and talk to me about how much God loves me and she loves me and things will work out and not to worry so much and just calm down, chill out, stop focusing so much on yourself and think about other people.

She has a way of reducing the complexities of life into simple concepts. Kind of like Proverbs, which is my favorite book in the Bible.

My sister Jan is like a walking book of Proverbs. Wise and knowing, kind and compassionate, disciplined and hard-working, industrious and cheerful.

I wish we didn't live so far away.

Today I am thinking about you, Jan, and missing you, and hoping you are having a wonderful birthday.

I'll always love you, sis.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Trippin'

It was a wonderful, relaxing drive out to Derby, Kansas, as my daughters and I took the opportunity to visit the cousins at Caleb's Open House.

Cheryl came down sick at the last minute so was unable to accompany us, which meant that I ended up driving the entire trip. (Her car, which we took on the trip, is a manual transmission and the girls haven't completed their training on manual transmissions yet.) But it wasn't difficult. Cheryl had planned for us to drive only as far as Kansas City on Friday, which was only ten hours or so. We had a nice rest at a motel and then continued on our way Saturday morning, arriving at the Open House just in time to help set up.

It was nice to see the sisters, Judy and Jeanne, and their kids. It was also nice to see the cousins goofing around with each other. How long has it been since they saw each other? Not sure. A year ago Christmas? They had fun, we oldsters had fun, and after all the festivities were over and the room was cleaned up, I got to hang out with the kids at the Laser Tag place and prove I still have it! Slow reflexes, I mean. Man, that was embarrassing. Lowest score for the first round and second-lowest score on the second. Oh, well, what can you expect from an old man who can't run more than a quarter mile without wheezing his lungs out?

We had far too much fun getting back to the (same) motel Saturday night. Apparently the storm was tracking along I-35, which was our route, so we drove through the middle of it for three or four hours, unable to see much of the road; we finally pulled into a rest stop to let my eyes recover and take a quick nap before finishing up the last 30 miles or so. Finally got to the motel around one thirty or so.

Here I must mention that my trusty navigator, Deb, kept us from getting completely lost when we were in Kansas City. She, like her mother, handled all the map details and told me when/where to turn, so we were actually able to get from point A to point B without getting lost. Smart girl!

After such an eventful evening, the next day's driving was anticlimactic. Thankfully. We arrived home around 9 or so (since we'd slept in a bit that morning owing to the fact that we were exhausted!). And went to bed as soon as was politic.

I'm glad that our next trip will be in more familiar territory. And that most of it will be covered in an airplane!

Friday, May 01, 2015

A Weary Weak

We all were hit hard by whatever virus has been making the rounds at school. The girls were out sick for several days with sore throats and coughing and general ickiness.I took one day off and slept in til nearly ten o'clock. Oh, but it felt good! Except for a complete lack of energy the rest of the day.

Deb's main concern was not the fact that she was missing school, but that she was missing work. She is really enjoying it. Not the work itself, of course, but the joy of having an income. And she has lots of plans for it. Cars, apartments, anything that gets her out of the house and out from under the thumb(s) of her parents.

Mary was content to lie on her bed quietly and read her fan-fiction stories, wandering downstairs occasionally for care and feeding, patiently awaiting the day when it would be an actual challenge to try and catch up on homework. Took four days. And then she was done with her homework almost instantly.

Tonight, just for a change, after Deb had gone to work, we took Mary with us on a little shopping trip: Home Depot (for basement supplies), Noodles & Company (for dinner) and Costco (for party supplies). The fresh air was good for her. Then when we got back home, she disappeared in her room again. Oh, well, at least she got a little Vitamin D.

Tomorrow is Adam's 21st birthday. He has friends coming over for games and snacks. We got some of the snacks. We're hoping his friends bring along some of the games!

Before all the festivities occur, though, I've got some more basement work to do. Building walls, adding circuits, finishing diagrams.

One little circuit was completed today. You remember the outlet that was in the way of the wall? It transmogrified into two outlets! One on each side of the wall: one in the bedroom, and one in the den.

The hardest part was hammering those wiring nails up inside the drywall. I didn't want to remove the drywall - which is original to the house - because those idiots who built the house used Liquid Nails to attach it to the studs. Which means there's no way to effectively remove it without completely destroying it!  Stupid, stupid, stupid.