2003-02-16 - 11:11 p.m.

Man Without Fear

I just got back from the film DareDevil.  It is another in the series of comic book characters turned into a movie.  I read DareDevil back in the 1970's.  I was looking at my collection of the comics the other day, just to remind myself of what they were and why I liked them.

Dare Devil was a blind superhero with a cool red suit.  He was an acrobat with sort of bat radar that helped him fight villains and see without using his eyes.  I always liked it.  Looking at the comics now I see how poorly written they were, but that is pretty much the case for all comic books from that time.  So I went to see the movie version and it was ok.  Ben Affleck played the hero and I have never been a big fan of his, but he did a pretty good job.  There was a lot of action and the plot moved right along.

I saw the previews for the new X-Men movie coming out this summer and a new preview for Hulk.  Ah, the comic book movies just keep coming and I could not be happier.

Today was a pretty good day.  I slept till about 10 a.m., did some job searching on the web for a while, went to a couple of stores and had a late lunch.  The job search is going very slowly. So far all I have done is look.  I have not worked on my resume or attempted to contact any companies.  I just have a feeling that by March I will be moving on to something else.  At one of the stores I went to I bought an orange peeler.  I have been meaning to pick on up for a long time.

Orange peeler?  What is that?  Isn't that just a knife? I hear you ask.  No.  An orange peeler is one of the greatest things ever invented. It is a plastic stick about the size of a toothbrush.  One end is curved to a point and you use that point to cut into the orange peel.  Since the point is the thickness of the peel it just scores it without cutting into the flesh of the orange. And once you get it scored you pull the peel off with your fingers.

It gives more control than cutting with a knife does.  Whoever thought of this is a genius and I am hoping the .69 cents I spent on it contributes the millions the inventor deserves.  Orange peeler.  Ask for it by name!

Yesterday I spent the day catching up with friends.  I had to clean the house because Kay was coming over.  She didn't want her parents to know she bought something from eBay so she had it shipped to my house. She can be such a kid sometimes.  She came by to pick it up.  We sat and talked for three or four hours. While we talked I went through my comic books and put some of them in plastic sleeves to protect them.  I have been meaning to do that for a long time.  I have the sleeves, I just never bothered to put them in.  All of the comics from my childhood are sorted and packed in special comic book boxes.  I stopped collecting around 1980.  I still look in comic book stores from time to time. And when I see something really good I pick it up.  I don't often see anything good.

Kay is doing better.  She found a part time job she can do at home that pays extremely well. It is some web job.  For the first time in a year things are looking up for her.  It is about time.

She went with me to the grocery store.  I bought some dog food and, guess what, oranges.  One thing leads to the other.

In the evening I went over to Dorothy's apartment.  I haven't spent time with her since her father died last week.  She invited me over for dinner, she made a roast.  I was starving by the time I got there.  She and her daughter Blythe laid out the table and lit candles.  She put on music.  I was really nice.  We ate dinner and talked.  She only got emotional once when she was telling me about the men taking her father's body away.

But she wanted to know if he was ok and what he is doing on the other side.  Of course, I have no idea, but we talked about life after death and karma.  Dorothy reminisced about her dad and tried desperately to make sense of her family's insanity.  She has been spending a lot of time with he mom, sister and brother recently and they really get under her skin.  She is from an alcoholic family, her father was ineffectual and her mother is a hypercritical narcissist.  Still, Dorothy tries her best to figure out why they do the things they do and why they say the things they say.  I keep telling her not to put stock in them.

Dorothy was the one who protected her younger brother and sister from the rage her parents inflicted.  Also, on top of everything, Dorothy has an older brother who is a schizophrenic who she has not seen in 20 years.  He was her favorite, they were a lot alike.  She has been thinking about him the whole time, but she has not had her life together enough to find him and, basically, take care of him for the rest of his life.

We all talked till after midnight. It was good to see them both doing so well.  I played with the bird, Chomper.  He lets me pick him up. But he can only stand it for a little while.

I always enjoy talking to Dorothy and her kids.  Blythe is 18 years old now, and will be heading off to college next year.  I still keep in contact with Dorothy's son Trevor.  His birthday is next week. I must remember to call him.

I had a nice, relaxing weekend.  Back to work tomorrow.  The alarm will be going off early in the morning. That should pretty much negate everything I did all weekend.

Jimmy
 
 
 

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