Writing(and file-searching) Crosspost...

Can't find my file, from Dreamwidth 

I'd be more prolific if I didn't do stuff like this! 

What The...Furious Jumping?

 

I don’t want to be cured to watch a movie, indeed if the unimaginable happens, I might waste the first few days taking showers and changing clothes just because I might do it unimpeded, and, speaking of doing things unimpeded, I might spend a few months after that waiting out the incubation period of something or other.

I don’t want to be cured to watch a movie, but there are definitely times when I think my disability messes with my interpretation of the viewing experience.  Like when I thought for the longest time that Betty Draper had multiple sclerosis instead of January Jones being kind of a bad actress that “Mad Men” didn’t want to write for, okay, so that is a bad example, but there are times I wish I didn’t have to bring the kind of baggage that makes “Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind” into a sort of horror movie. 

Sometimes I wish I could have sat there with my Coke and have been like “Interesting challenge, creating a character who is, like, pure id,” or whatever the true goal was at the beginning of “Poor Things” was supposed to be that I didn’t see the same way at all because I, too, have a giant file on me that causes more pain than it ever relieves.(Though I’m not sure how many women, disabled or not, who read about crime as much as I could see in prostitution a path to solvency, adventure, and self-discovery—we could wish that for them, I suppose. Maybe “sex work” is, though.)

Even if I hadn’t ended up liking the movie in the end, it was nice to see something that cared about the script and wasn’t all wrapped up in franchise potential and selling happy meals   .(Would almost like to see those—might end movie merchandising  for a generation for little Timmy to try to collect all the pig-goats, hee  hee!)  I really did like the joy it took in human appetites, too. Nice for a change. I’m glad I hung in with this one, even if mutilation metaphors kind of cloud my spirits. Not as much as being the  true focus of attention at the “Marijuana can mess up your baybeez!1” movie freshman year of high school, though—I try to be over that, and I am really, truly not, especially that my contemporary reaction was “My god, I’m nowhere near that ugly…am I?”

 

Didn't Quite Finish "Turn: Washington's Spies"

 before it left Netflix, but the Revolutionary-War drama provided as close to a binge-watch as your Bohemian Crip is most likely to attempt.  Generally, it's about the journey, people, though maybe I wish I'd started on this one a bit faster.

Relevant to our interests here, however is the revelation that some of Benedict Arnold's bitterness was related to a battlefield disability sustained while taking big risks.  He was very intrepid, and in his way, an early self-advocate, saving his own leg from the then-customary field amputation, at the cost of a painful and lengthy recovery. Not sure if this counts as *good* representation as between the treachery and the bitterness, General  Arnold...essentially laid down an historical basis/template for every comic-book villain, ever, but I think it's important to remember that, although what we might face is new, disability has been present throughout time.(and maybe we haven't had the full story about him, it's true.)

Nobody Should Ask Me Process Questions...

 I got a big inspiration yesterday while being sick.(Really tired of putting the "retch" in "Inkstained Wretch") But maybe it helped me simplify my vision.