March 1, 2007

In Stabbing News

Sometimes, people spend a bunch of time writing a blog post in their web browser, and then something happens and they lose that post. That’s an exhausting experience, because sometimes a blog author just doesn’t have the energy to rant the same rant twice.

That didn’t happen to me. I wrote a long post about stabbings that have happened over the last few days. One at UMass Dartmouth, one in Fall river (fatal), one in New Bedford where a man allegedly stabbed his wheelchair-bound brother and finally this one so that Boston-area folks don’t feel left out.

Then there was this editorial about the Iraq war that had lots of fancy footwork intended to convince you that people who changed their mind about the war once they realized they’d been lied to should be ashamed of themselves. That was almost as boring and depressing as the stabbings.

None of my comments on these stories were very helpful. So I deleted my post before I posted it, and I thought I’d say something about something else.

Sometimes it’s fun to vent negative feelings on a blog. But sometimes 3 days will go by and I don’t feel like I have anything positive to say, or time to develop the positive thoughts into a post. But 5 or 6 negative posts will occur to me and I just feel like if I have to think up something to round out those ideas into a fill post I’ll just feel like I want to barf. Maybe I’m just over-tired and stressed. But sometimes crappy news is just plain overwhelming and it feels like it’s creeping into my brain.

It reminds me of the time I had to walk out of a Stephen Seagal movie. I was embarrassed at the time, because I was a fan of plenty of violent action movies. Stephen Seagal wasn’t Oscar material, but I used to enjoy watching the Aikido in his earliest films. Even lamer by today’s standards, compared to some of the amazing martial arts you can get on DVD. In any case, maybe Stevie was getting old, but he traded in his Aikido for shooting people left and right. Not just the really bad guys, but some oil rig workers who were probably peons in this organization who probably had families and whatnot. The negativity was just seeping into my brain, and you definitely can’t enjoy an action movie if you’re worried about the family of the guy Stephen Seagal just shot. The guy just came to work that day to work the oil equipment and he got killed but good and that’s great entertainment.

Ironically, one of the most profound and emotional movie moments in my life. In a freaking Stephen Seagal film. I got to my feet and walked out. And it was over a year before I fully enjoyed another action movie, having built my resistance back up against the negativity.

If the usual coping mechanism of snarky/clever quips fails, the engine overheats and it’s time for a time out.

Posted by James at March 1, 2007 1:35 AM
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I've seen only one Steven Seagal movie. I think it was Marked For Death (unless that was the Jean-Claude Van Damme movie, in which case I mean Death Warrant). The only reason I didn't walk out was sheer laziness, I think. I had heard (perhaps from you) that he was an aikido guy, but in that movie, he was mostly a punchin' & shootin' guy.

I watched a lot more kicky JCVD movies, but no more punchy-shooty SS movies.

Posted by: Julie at March 1, 2007 10:35 AM

Never been a fan of the genre in general but you made me think if I've ever walked out of a movie and I can only think of one. "fistfull of chopsticks" God what a stinker. We left and snuck into the 2nd half of "Road Warrior" (being under age at the time).

Worst movie I've ever sat through was "Ice Pirates" as Brian can attest. "The Gate" would win but we had too much fun sitting in the front row and doing our own Mystery Science Theater act.

Posted by: B.O.B. (bob) at March 1, 2007 1:10 PM

Oh, but wait. There's more!

We walked out of "Highlander II." I had not before then walked out of a movie, and I have not done so since, proving how bad this movie was. Among other irsome details, the immortals were suddenly aliens on skateboard without wheels (the cables used to suspend them were painfully obvious).

Then there was the time Bill M. insisted we rent "The Brood." Plot line: A woman's anger manifests by her body producing birth sacks on the outside of her abdomen: Anger Babies! She kept them in a shed in the back yard. Can a movie be worse than that? Awful and icky at the same time.

Posted by: Patti M. at March 1, 2007 1:25 PM

I saw Highlander II at someone else's house. There wasn't any beer, and the person throwing this "party" would shush anyone who tried to make fun of it. But we stayed because they also had the Season 2 episodes from the TV show, and we wanted to see those.

I guess this is sort of getting away from James's original point, that bad feelings can get overwhelming, to the point where even making fun of a bad situation doesn't make it any more bearable. And I'm afraid I don't have anything to say about that. Except that I'm really glad I can't make Anger Babies. Or Despair Babies.

Posted by: Julie at March 1, 2007 1:44 PM

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