I am cheating… making a post to hit my goal of posting 120 blogs. I set this goal for my self a long time ago and forgotten all about it. Lucky WorkPress doesn’t forget things like that and it recently let me know I was getting close. I still took my time getting there… but was only one post away so I figured I would just ged’er’done right now and cheat a little. 
Insta-gratification!
Andrew
I just finished watching this movie from Thailand called Chocolate. It isn’t the Chocolate with Depp in it, ok. It is a martial arts movie. Like most of the movies I like to watch to kill time… it wasn’t a great movie. The action scenes were really good overall. Better then most martial arts movies… Back story.
I really like the really B and C rate movies. I don’t’ know… the just catch me as you are always watching the underdog trying to make something great. And a lot of them have awesome ideas and stories that go with them. Most don’t get to realize the full potential of the story. It may have something to do with being able to imagine the greatness that wasn’t able to be made. If they put all the frill in to it then you would have a true crap move with no story at all, AKA, the move commonly known as Transformers 2.
Back… the scenes were good. They didn’t look fake just a little stiff and very b rate… at least I thought so. I watched the entire movie and there is a scene where someone falls several stories from a building, hitting a few things on the way down. Very cool little fight scene over all. Slow but had some great simple and fun stunts.
The movie comes to a close… or so I thought. The credits show some of the bloopers from the making of the movie. It is worth watching the movie to see the end of it. It reminded me of the early Jackie Chan movies where they show the stunts going wrong… this was worse. SO, The guy that fell from the building… REALLY did fall from the building!!! The rest I will leave un-spoiled.
You can find it on Netflix insta-queue
So here is my first movie review…
Chocolate (2008)
9 on my B martial arts film category
Andrew
I feel the need to blog. However, I also have the physical requirement of sleep to deal with. If only there was more time… I imagine all the things I could get done. If I had more time… would I really use it to get those things done? Would I not feel the urgency to do the things I thought about because I can always get more time.
I have a feeling my time is running out on some of my imagined things I want to do. My sense of urgency and corresponding anxiety is growing by the day. But a lot of my life stuff is ‘on hold’ for so many great and perfectly logical reasons. I feel more trapped now than I have ever remembered feeling before. That makes me feel ‘not good’ at all right now… and all the outside stresses haven’t helped much these last few months. When I see a glimmer of the light at the end of a tunnel for an issue… than, I start thinking about the tasks in the next one and that glimmer isn’t all that great anymore. It is still good to know things are behind me but just getting past steps A and B doesn’t make C-Z any more simple or easy to work though. The tasks ahead of me are bigger than just me. I can’t deal with them alone and that scares me enough to make me want to stay in the ‘on hold’ state. Will anything ever really be easy… does life always require this much fighting spirit to traverse?
So to answer my own question… I am glad there isn’t enough time at least then the biggest challenges are still ‘in the future’.
Andrew
I am writing this a few short minutes before my 29th birthday. I have found over the last few years I seem to take the days before my birthday and think over my life. What has happened over the last 365 days, and where the next 365 will take me. As I look back I always seem to think of the struggles of life. But today I thought of the good things. The milestones that marked my growing in to who I am. I honestly didn’t think it was possible to have gotten to some of the heights I was. But I did it and even though I am not there now… I know I will be again.
From my childhood three events stand out as defining moments.
My bike wreak in to the pine trees when I was first learning how to ride. I remember being scared that the tree was getting close, to scared to turn. That was the first of some really horrifying wreaks. Several I still have scars from.
There was a time I rode my bike nearly 10 miles to go see someone and didn’t stop. I just rode by and back home. Again scared for a completely different reason. I always think of that moment as one that defined me. I have never really broken from that scared nature that I had at that time. But it was one of the first truly bold, out-of-box moves I ever made and the rest of my life I have built on that to where I am today.
The last event was the time of my first rebellious act of independence. I wasn’t as old as you think, but I worked very hard that day to disobey and to not do what I expected to do. I had logical reasons at the time for my actions. Because of that day they are still some of the same reasons I have today for my actions. That day taught me something bigger then the events that happened. It taught me that no matter right from wrong, most people will try to force their will on you. They will try and mold you in to what they think you should be. I think that was the event that pushed me to make sure I was like no one else.
In my high school years things were not all that interesting. I was in social shock most of the 4 years. Coming from a BFE area rural family, going to a very small catholic school, and basically not really having anyone other than my family to be friends with would do that to anyone I would think. Even after 4 years I never really got the hang of the social world.
My first real girlfriend. Not anyone I would be interested in today. But young men don’t think with their heads on their shoulders. I was no different. It taught me a lot, but at the same time it hurt me. It skewed my views enough to cause pain later in my life. It also helped me build a different version of myself after I realized the truth of it all. It was worth the pain.
In my early adult life I made great strides in life and tripped more then I hopped.
I was married before I even realized what that really meant. I missed a lot because of my devotion to that idea of marriage, I gained a lot too. It allowed me to get away from the place I grew up. Got me further in to the world than I wanted to think about and now can’t stop thinking about. It took me to a place that I enjoyed and want in my life again. It created more hurt and pain then I had experienced before and to this day clouds my past. Thinking back I very rarely don’t think about that dark time. It is what drives me forward.
After the marriage my life became… interesting… for a while. I wasn’t thinking, I was just doing. It was the college life I never had, kinda. I was old enough to make sure I was responsible but I was able to release and not care. To walk away from the things before and forget what I had to deal with in the real world. I found people during that time that changed me… taught me that the values I have are mine and are important to me. Before that time in my life I hadn’t defined myself and what I believed. I was a roamer. Doing what ever I thought was right at the time. I started piecing myself together after that. Most of it can be read in this blog. From my first post on my MySpace blog, to the move to wordpress.com hosted blog, to the full move to my own domain. It is a journey of myself in words. I have learn more from my own words in this blog then I could have ever learned just roaming around looking for answers. I don’t answer questions on here… I explore them, just like the ideas before my birthday. I have put in to words small times I remember. In doing so I unlocked more details and endless ideas from those small events. That is the reason for my typed ramblings.
I don’t know what the next 365 will hold but I will make it better then the prior 365. My only wish is for all good things for all the good people I have known, will know, loved, and will love.
Andrew
