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So the past few weeks of physical therapy have helped to make me less then a gimp. A couple years ago, I was at a phish show in a wheelchair. It was both at IT and at Coventry that I had to take a wheelchair. Now, if phish were to announce a show. I would be able to go with crutches and a ski pole. Those are the three things that I would take and most likely, I wouldn’t need any of em to get around unless it was muddy (like it probably would be). Todays therapy was the strongest of them all. I had no pain. Not one lick of pain while doing my exercises. I actually did the tape on both my knees, and even my new tattoo wasn’t hurting. I can’t even blame it on extra medicine either. I’m just plain getting better and getting less gimpy. Well less visually gimp
The geeks
The Gimps
By The Geek
Captain America died this week. Well, die may not be the right term. Murdered, killed or assassinated might be better terms. The mainstream media has been covering it pretty extensively this week. As a comic book fan, it’s always an interesting novelty to see our little ghetto of the publishing world receiving coverage in the mainstream media, but it’s almost always frustrating that they so often get the stories wrong. This week was no different.
There seemed to be two ways most of the news outlets covered this story. The first was to say that Cap (as Captain America is known by comic book readers) was killed off by Marvel (the comic book company who publishes Captain America) because he was out of touch with today’s world and, thus, irrelevant. The second was to say that it was a ploy to bring in new readers. I believe he died for a different reason. A reason so obvious that it seemed to be easily overlooked: It was the only possible conclusion to a storyline that had been building for over two years.
It’s easy to overlook that though. It’s easier to just say that a character whose costume is based on the American flag is behind the times and doesn’t fit into these uncertain times. The fact is though, even though Cap wore the flag and was a symbol of America, he wasn’t a blind jingoist with a “love it or leave it” attitude. Cap stood for the ideals that America was based on, not whatever the current political climate was. This recently led him to become a fugitive from the American government because he wouldn’t blindly follow a law that he felt went against what America should stand for. His refusal to blindly go along with what he felt was an unjust law eventually led to a civil war within the Marvel universe.
It would be nice if the coverage of this event was based on the fact that this was a chapter in an engrossing ongoing story. It’s, of course, easier to just jump to conclusions and make it sensational, but the story this event stemmed from is anything but sensational (at least not in the same way that Britney Spears shaving her head and Anna Nicole Smith dying are sensational). It was heartfelt and it showed that Cap was a character willing to stand, and even die, for what he believed America should be. In my opinion, that should be a good enough story on it’s own.
So I can get up early tomorrow which means just once, I can stay up late and sleep for only 6 hours. I know there are people out there who would die for 6 hours and can live and exist on 2-6, I am the type of person who HAS to get at least 6 or I can’t honestly function like a human being. That’s one of those weird personal intimate things that you never talk about unless you are married to someone or best friends with someone. Since I have the geek, he already knows this shit so that leaves this place. I figured that I might as well write while I live in hopes of keeping myself grounded and going on the right path. I don’t give a flying frick ( to borrow from one of my favorite TV characters Blodie) about what’s going on anywhere else, right now, I’m on somewhat of a spiritual quest and I’m ready for the signs again. I guess I can’t ask for them, I have to stumble over them. I can’t believe it ended up in the trash (a missing letter) and I really don’t know how it ended up there. Don’t you hate it when you have been busy all day long, and then suddenly, you lose a very important letter. Maybe it’s the results for your SAT, maybe it’s the letter of recommendation from a job that you can use to get yourself another one, or gosh, maybe it’s even one of those college letters which say either you’re in or you’re out. I thought I lost it at the post office. I must have gotten the entire experience mixed up in my head and got everything mixed up in order. I must have gone here at one time and gone here at another time. I’m convinced that this all has to do with time but I’m not sure where to look for my next inspiration. Where’s my muse, where’s my serendipity. Please make her as hot as selma hayack or matthew mcconahayhay!!!
Right now, I’m pretty damn happy. We had some bad shit happen but everything has smoothed itself out and we are existing on a nice even keeled plane. I think it’s time to round out this post which of course has made no sense to anyone except the gimp and probably 2 50 year old women but all that matters is that I wrote it.
Nighters.
So I don’t know the lyrics by heart but damn is it sooo important to have the ill communication. Now hopefully the BB’s by saying this means that ill communication is the good kind. Otherwise, I’m fucked and this post will mean nothing. I don’t know about the hubby, but I can tell within about 3 minutes when something is wrong. Normally I can just figure that part out too, but he is really good at hiding what’s wrong. I wish that he wouldn’t be so afraid to talk to me. A couple months ago, he and I had what you could consider a misunderstanding. Not a fight because we don’t have those, but a miscommunication and we were able to use the tools and other forms of help that our therapist taught us in the months before we got married. I have never in a million years could have expected to have the communication and love that I have with my husband. We are a couple of the lucky ones and we love each other as best we can every single moment that we are talking to each other. We never go to bed angry, which is a HUGE issue for me. We also try to have fights without them being fights. No raised voices, no yelling, no one stands and the other one sits, we are on even levels so that no one person feels more important then the relationship itself. I know it’s a hard thing to do, teach yourself not to yell when you’ve spent your entire life yelling, but I did it for him because I love him and because for us, communication, and great communication is one of the top five reasons we will be together forever..
So the hubby worked another day and is coming closer to burnout. I hope that he makes it through the three month hump and gets better. They keep him pretty busy and hopefully with me back to work on friday we can have the machine up and running and well oiled like it was before my knee went awry. It’s amazing how me being out for so long has elicited so many changes.
High Hopes man, High Hopes
