The Fortress of Blogitude

The Kidd of Steel's online retreat

Spidery-return
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It's been a literal age since my last blog post, and that's both a good thing and a bad thing.  There has been alot that has happened since February 2009, and I may go into that another time.  But, as my last journal post was a Spider-man post, it seems both fitting and connective that this posting is a Spider-man post.  

So, in one part of Marvel comics, Peter Parker has "died" and vacated the role of Spider-man.  That role has been filled by an African American/Peurto Rican character named Miles Morales.  Much of the online and even the national news about this replacement is originated in the race of the new Spider-man.  I'm going out on a limb here and saying who cares.

Spider-man as Peter Parker never represented a race or creed or political identity at the best of times.  He is the reader; transfered into an extraordinary situation and thus voices our concerns, observations, and secret criticisms of the world and people around him.  He is the everyman.  Thus, as the everyman, his race, creed, political identity, religious affiliation, et cetera, should NEVER be important.  Do I care if Spider-man is biracial, no.  Should you care if Spider-man is biracial, not if you care about Spider-man.  Spider-man's viewpoint should never scew away from the reader of the story period.  Spider-man is a young man whose guilt is so overwhelming that he will do extraordinary things to ensure that he never feels that way again.  He's everyone when they've commited that one guilty moment and wished they could do something to make up for it.  It doesn't matter what that momoent was, and if you wish you could take that one moment back then you know what drives Spider-man to swing, and fight, and snark, and laugh, and cry, and whatever else stems from that one guilty moment.

Kudos to Miles Morales.  Kudos to Marvel.  Kudos to all of us who get to see Spider-man in an all new light.  The only person who doesn't benefit from this situation as much as he could is actor Donald Glover.  He wanted so badly to be Spider-man in the upcoming film and didn't succeed.  I only hope that the currently cast Andrew Garfield can relay that feeling of guilt to everyone who sees the movie.  Good luck sir.  And to actor Donald Glover, I say this, don't give up, your moment should come.

The Amazing, Spectacular, Kidd of Steel
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I'm kind of a nerd.  I read comics, alot.  I know it's a big surprise.  I recently went back to the farm and was looking through old pictures and I realized something.  I have always identified with Spider-man.  Always.  One of the first toy I had was a Spider-man motorcycle.  I wore that toy out.  My dad would fix it, I'd break it.  It happened again.  Mom and dad eventually bought me another one.  The cycle continued (my life has always been a series of puns).  Around the time I was 4, maybe 5 years old, my favorite show was reruns of the '60s Spider-man cartoon, the one with the well known theme song.  One day, after the show, I put on my Spider-man t-shirt, tied a towel around me neck, grabbed a Spider-man toy, and then it was time to fly.  I jumped off a chair in the living room and landed face first.  The four front teeth on my bottom jaw got knocked flat.  Not out, flat. I don't remember much until much later, but I know that I went to the dentist.  He pushed them back into position.  That's why I don't mind pain so much.  I jump alot. 

So all my life, I've been alot like Spider-man.  Now up until about a year ago, Peter Parker was married to a woman named Mary Jane.  She's a dynamite red head, former model and actress, beautiful.  She loved Peter for who he was in the mask and out.  The editor-in-chief of Marvel comics decided that Peter married made him seem old, and unrelatable.  If Peter was single again, he'd be closer to their readers.  A single Peter is a better Peter for the company.  So they retconned (removed from comic continuity) Peter's marriage.  Peter, the lovable loser, no longer has his wife.  Growing up just isn't good for business. 

I have stuck by the comic.  I'm alot like Peter, and I still try and relate to him.  I've grown older than Peter and have to accept that.  But I don't like the message that Peter as an unmarried, lonelier, and far more downtrodden man, is more interesting.  I don't like the idea that having someone Peter could share his life with is more uninteresting.  And, any of the stories they've told since Peter's retcon could be told with a married Peter just as easily.  Nothing that is inherent to a single Peter, no new girlfriends, no dating.  They just didn't like a married Peter.  A grown up Peter.  Peter needs to be a young guy, and young guys are unmarried.  The don't say that he shouldn't get married someday, and feel that his character will.  The don't say that he wasn't happy in his relationship, he was.  And they definately going to have him get divorced.  Just not married.

I'm going to keep un growing up and Peter isn't.  My life, as I understand it according to their thought process, is that my life is going to become boring.  A grown ups life is less interesting.  There's alot more to this than what I've written, but this breaks down my biggest concern.  I hope their wrong.  I know their wrong.  My life is getting more interesting everyday.  So, who's more amazing and spectacular.  A guy who doesn't face his future or a dynamic and dificult relationship, or me, who faces an unknown future and says, let's go.

I'm stealing that theme song too.

Thanksgiving
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BURP.  Food coma.  I'm done.

With a fork in me. 

Totally.

Don't know what to do
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I really need to decide what to do with the old blog.  I really like the format, but I'm not giving it the time I need to make it what I want.  Any thoughts?

September
Avast!
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It's been way too long for an update.  I'm brain deep in the quagmire of my own mind.  I've beset myself by submerging my subconscious into a Shakespearean typhoon.  In the bowels of my mind I wail against my own demons, with my own mind fulfilling all roles at once.  I suffer as the melancholy prince of a kingdom of my own making, rail against my own destiny as a monsterous servant to my own vice and habitual laziness, and rally my strengths to fight against every unconquerable morning.  All this stretches across the infinite bredth of about a second.  Then all the thoughts die, willing the next seconds thoughts to fight for every future moment.  I wish my brain would tell Calvin and Hobbes comics.  At least that way every other thought would have joy and innocence tackle me at my doorstep.  And play Calvinball.  Greatest. Sport. Ever.

Farm photos.
Farm trip.
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There are my pictures from my trip to the farm up on both my Facebook and Photobucket sites.  The photobucket address is www.kiddofsteel.photobucket.com.  Here's a sneak peek.


Wii Fit
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Wii Fit is fun.  It tells me things.  I'm gigantic.  That's really about it.  Oh, I'm apparently flexible.  LADIESSSSS.  Uh ew.  That was gross.

But seriously, this little board is energizing and demoralizing.  Mostly, because it points out the obvious to me with the subtle graces of the French Nuclear Program.  "Oh ho, so you are, as they say, thinking about your body condition.  I will use that and my obvious French superiority to BOMB THE WHOLLY LIVING FUCK OUT OF THE BIKINI ATOLL THAT IS YOUR ASS!!!"  Lousy French.

MId Vacation
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So, here I am in my three or so day respite from Vacation-a-rama.  Seriously, I've been in LA a grand total of about 16 hours the past two weeks.  Oh darn, poor me.  Anyhow, I'm flying to Florida for the final part of my vacation on Saturday, spending time with my sister, my uncle and cousins.  It's going to be a blast.  If you'll excuse me, I've got a lot of around the apartment stuff before I leave again.  I'll update in Florida.  Poor me, I know, almost a solid month off fun.  I deserve your pity.  Seriously, PITY ME! 


Back from the farm
Confused
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I have pictures and memories and lots to talk about.  I'm getting ready to go to Comic-con and don't have time right now to put it all down.  I'm going to take some time in the next couple of days to do so.  I feel both refreshed and dispondant.  It's hard to describe, but it's given me alot to go over.  Should be enlightening.  Oh, and driving 20 hours striaght, starting at 7 PM, is not a good plan.  It's kind of trippy, I'm pretty sure I saw the face of St. Anthony, which is weird because I'm not Catholic and don't know what St. Anthony would look like.  Maybe I picked up a hitchhiker named Anthony and started referring to him as a saint.  Dude I almost died.


Half-Birthday
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 Today is the half'-way point in the year as I look toward my 30th birthday.  It's a day of both aprreciation and regret.  A day where I consider all of my accomplishments and my failings.  I don't know why I choose to assign such importance to a basically arbitrary date.  It's a birthday for two of my family members, but that's just coincidental.  What's important is a sense of not only nostalgia, but also that I choose to address my future.  There are specific goals I want to reach before my birthday and this is the first time that I acknowledge the crunch.  I don't have much time, six months is an eternity wrapped in a moment it seems.  Oh well, onward.  I live to conquer my dreams, to subjugate my wants, and to make bitches of my fears.  Hoist the flags, me hearties, we're settin' sail to January;.

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