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Saturday, August 1, 2015

My Anger Stages

I came up with some self-analysis this week when I lost my temper while having difficulties straightening out the dispensation of my chemo pills at the oncologist's office over the last two weeks. (Not sure whether it was the pharmacy, who had to give me the initial supply, or the staff handling the transactions, or my insurance company. I won't go into details but I think there will be no future problems.)

As I see it, I have three stages of anger.

Stage 1: I am upset but explaining things in a calm, controlled voice. Example from Wednesday: me to my oncologist: "...when they (nurses/staff) say to me that 'there was a miscommunication' I interpret that to mean that they are placing at least some of the blame on me. Even if that wasn't their intent, that's how I feel."

Stage 2: This is the stage I reached with the nurses/staff 90 minutes after seeing the doctor and still waiting for my week's supply and being told I may have to wait another day: yelling. "This was supposed to have been resolved last week! This is unacceptable after all that happened last week! I am not going through this EVERY WEEK! I AM NOT LEAVING HERE without my meds!"

Stage 3: Similar to Stage 2 but with lots of cursing.

I suppose there could be a Stage 4 that includes physical acts such as throwing or breaking things, or worse. Let's hope we never find out.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Like, Four Months Of Movies. Part Deux!

Hello again! As promised, here are comments on the movies I've seen since my surgery. Say, I wonder if my enjoyment (or lack thereof) of these films would differ had I seen them before they cut open my skull? Hmmmm....

Jurassic World: Another reboot, with an initially interesting premise: the dinosaur park has finally opened and is raking in the tourist dollars. But the corporate beast needs more money so, needing to lure more of an increasingly jaded public, a new and scarier dinosaur is genetically created. Chaos ensues. But, really, beyond that quirk it's almost note-for-note the first Jurassic Park film, and anything beyond predictable character traits is nowhere to be found. B-minus.

Me and Earl and the Dying Girl: Very good. Moving, not entirely predictable, well-acted, quirky coming-of-age film. The titles of the short films the guys create, parodying titles of actual films (e.g. "My Dinner with Andre the Giant," "Senior Citizen Cane,") are awesome. A-minus.

Terminator: Genisys: An exercise in nostalgia, and not a very good one. The time-travel twist here allows for a complete revamping (and muddling) of the basic story of the franchise and allowed for the return of Arnold Schwarzenegger. And he mailed it in. D.

Love and Mercy: The biopic based on the life of the Beach Boys' Brian Wilson bounces back and forth between the 1960s, when Wilson (Paul Dano) was at his creative peak, and the 1980s, when Wilson (now John Cusack) was a mess under the control of his creepy pyschotherapist Eugene Landy. The difference between Dano and Cusack was a little too jarring for me. Cusack is a little too...Cusack-y. But between the fascinating look (helped very much by Dano's performance) at the younger Wilson's creative process and all of the snippets of Beach Boys music, this was well worth it. B-plus.

Magic Mike XXL: Not having Matthew McConaughey, dead weight stripper (Alex Pettyfer), his sister (who was dating the title character) and the drug-dealing subplot from the original made for a better sequel. Not by a whole lot, but still. This one has a simpler premise: the guys on a road trip to a stripper convention. Flimsy, but better than the first. Still more teasing than actual nudity and worst of all, Donald Glover shaved/waxed his chest for his role, and he doesn't even strip! Unforgivable! C-plus.

Minions: Gru's little yellow helpers from the Despicable Me films are given an origin story: they've been around a long time and live to serve villains...not very competently. Meh. A brief run through their history ends in the late 1960s, where the Minions help Scarlet Overkill (Sandra Bullock) steal the British Royal Crown. Some cute musical cues and sight gags but, again, meh. The best part of the two Despicable Me films is the growth of Gru, from sour supervillain to doting father and loving husband, with Minions bouncing on and off screen as needed. Kind of a SPOILER ALERT if you worry about such things: at the end of this one we see the first appearance of a young Gru, so hopefully there are no more Minion-only prequels. B-minus.

Inside Out: The trailers had me worried about how the Pixar geniuses would pull this off. In delving into the mind of an 11-year-old girl whose emotions (Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Fear and Anger, all in a control center in her head) go haywire after her family moves from Minnesota to San Francisco, it almost seemed like there would be some less-than-pleasant scenes involving mental health issues. Damned if they didn't pull it off marvelously, though. A.

Marvel's Ant-Man: Speaking of pulling it off, in starring a decidedly B-list character in their latest movie, Marvel..kind of did it. Paul Rudd, more buff than usual in order to play the ex-convict who becomes a hero who can shrink thanks to a special suit, brings the right level of charm, although the villain is too cartoonishly evil. Also, an Avenger cameo and the post-credit clips set up Ant-Man for entry into the great big Marvel movie universe (not to mention this one has what I'm pretty sure is the first mention -- not by name, but description -- of Spider-Man in one of these films). B.

Trainwreck: Mostly great. Very raunchy, almost the opposite of a romantic comedy, until it returns to formula near the end. Well done, Amy Schumer and Bill Hader, and Tilda Swinton -- I didn't recognize her at all! And even LeBron James was good. Maybe there's hope for a possible Space Jam 2, but with a basketball star who can act. A-minus.

Mr. Holmes: The remarkable Ian McKellen plays Sherlock Holmes at two different ages. Mostly it's Holmes  at age 93, long since retired to his beekeeping in Sussex, living with a widowed housekeeper (Laura Linney) and her son. Holmes is physically frail and, more to the point, his brilliant mind is faltering. He's desperately trying to remember details from his final case, some thirty years earlier (depicted via occasional flashbacks), because he says the story written by Dr. Watson (who doesn't really factor into the film otherwise) is inaccurate. Also seen in flashbacks is a recent trip by Holmes to post-WWII Hiroshima in search of a plant that he feels will help improve his memory, and his dealings with a Japanese admirer (or so it would seem). Everything ties in together brilliantly. A.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Like, Four Months Of Movies. Part One

If you read my last post, and according to Google 269 of you at least clicked on it (yay, but not for the best of reasons, and also a couple of those clicks may be my own), you know it's been a rough patch. Between what went on healthwise in both April (while I was still working, to boot) and June, I had some sporadic movie attendance for a while. And I haven't talked about any of them. Tsk. So the first few of these, which I saw between mid-March and early June, have already gone to blu-ray, Netflix, etc. But I'll mention them anyway. After my surgery, though, I've really picked up the pace, so I'm splitting this into two posts. (I was thinking I could also check out some I missed via On Demand or my Amazon Prime subscription's Instant Video feature, but that's for the future.)

The Lazarus Effect: Some researchers accidentally discover a formula that can bring people back from the dead. Naturally, there are consequences. A bit interesting but ultimately more boring than scary. C-plus.

Marvel's Avengers: Age of Ultron: Bigger, louder, not as interesting nor as well-plotted as the first Avengers film. And no shawarma. B-plus.

Hot Pursuit: Sofia Vergara and Reese Witherspoon, a comedy duo for the ages. Well, the Age of Ultron, maybe. But towards the end it seemed to be trying to pull things together a little. C.

Pitch Perfect 2: Sequel. Meh. A couple of interesting quirks but disappointing. C-plus.

Tomorrowland: Best film so far this year, hands down. For all the sci-fi stuff, it really is a film about how we can still make the word a better place. It made me think of people who I see doing good work (such as this guy) and gave me a hopeful, optimistic feeling. Please see this film. A.

Spy: Melissa McCarthy seems to walk a tightrope with movie roles, at least those I've seen. Bridesmaids, awesome. Identity Thief, not nearly so. Spy is a return to fine form, with a strong supporting cast. A-minus.

Mad Max: Fury Road: Having never seen any of the previous Mad Max films, I still wasn't really lost by this reboot's plot. The future's all gone to hell and Max, now played by Tom Hardy, is fighting to survive and ends up helping some others. Lots of action and mayhem. B.

Next post: everything I've seen since my surgery.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Health Update: #cancerisabitch

So, yes, I am officially a PWC. Person With Cancer. The tumor that was removed from my brain is called a glioblastoma, a grade 4 tumor. It's the most aggressive form of malignant brain tumor.

More on that later. For now, let's step back in time in case you haven't been keeping up on social media with my medical odyssey. And this is going to be long, because it's the first time I've set down everything that's gone on in the last three months. If you reeeealllly need to just get to the cancer detail, click on this "after the jump" link.

I sat down and started eating dinner on April 8th when I noticed the left side of my face becoming numb, followed by spasms or twitches in the same area. I called my brother Andy to ask him to take me to the emergency room, and as soon as I hung up with him the spasming stopped and the feeling returned to my face. The whole thing lasted maybe five minutes. Thinking it was perhaps a food allergy, I didn't go to the ER that night. I saw my primary care doctor the next day. He said it was probably a transient ischemic attack, commonly called a mini-stroke, and told me I needed to see a neurologist. Late that afternoon, I woke from a nap and it happened again. It didn't last as long but I knew I had to go to the hospital. Of course, being me, I took the bus (SEPTA route 84 to Aria Torresdale).

I was admitted and an MRI was done the next day. The diagnosis was that I had a small stroke. I was put on aspirin and plavix, a blood thinner. In addition, I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. So that meant two more prescriptions (glipizide and metformin) as well as checking my blood sugar daily and changing my diet to limit my intake of carbohydrates (which converts into sugar in the body), and they put me on lipitor for my cholesterol (which I have never before been told was a problem). Adding to the synthroid I've been taking for a couple of years now (underactive thyroid), that makes six different medications daily.

(A diabetes note: I'm not 100 percent convinced I have it, or at least that I need that much medication. I feel like the numbers on the A1C test, which gives a record of your blood sugar over the last 6 months, were unusually high because at the end of December I went back to work at LIHEAP and, with the travel time on SEPTA being so long, my eating habits became much worse than they already were. I'm having follow-up blood work done next week and then seeing my primary doctor, so we'll see how it stands.)

The spasms in my face continued on a daily basis, even multiple times daily, at varying intensity but always brief. The doctors felt it might be muscular in nature but saw no other reason to keep me in the hospital. So I was released after a three-day stay. For the next two weeks they would ebb and flow, sometimes seeming like they were fading away entirely until a stronger one would hit. On April 25, a Saturday, I had an episode about noonish, and then a second, stronger one while I was out having lunch and shopping. At around 5:30 it happened again, but even stronger, and at first it didn't seem like it was going to stop. I got really scared and called 911. The operator had trouble understanding me because the spasms affected my voice. I was telling her "I think I'm having a stroke" and she had no clue. I tried yelling "STROKE! STROKE!" but it sounded like Scooby-Doo was saying "ROKE! ROKE!" She connected to (I think) the dispatcher and, as they were sending an ambulance, the spasms finally stopped and I was able to be understood again. As soon as they hung up, the ambulance arrived.

The neurologist who saw me in the ER was not there in person but via video feed. (Gotta love the health system where one specialist has to cover multiple hospitals from a camera.) He said the spasms were actually focal seizures, seizures in one specific area as compared to grand mal seizures than someone with epilepsy has, and that they can occur when someone's had a stroke. This time I was released the next day and put on keppra, an anti-seizure med. (Medication list increased to seven items; in my most recent hospitalization they put me on blood pressure medication but now I'm off the plavix and aspirin for good so we're back down to six.)

On May 19th I had an outpatient visit with a neurologist, who doubled my keppra dose because the focal seizures hadn't really been affected by the initial, more mild dose. I was scheduled for a followup in early July. After a while, the spasms in my face were not as strong, and not happening as often, and some days didn't happen at all. It seemed like things were going well. My speech still sounded a little funny, though, and then things got worse as we got into the middle of June.

My left hand became weak and I had a sensation of lost feeling in my fingers. I couldn't hold on to things, especially small items such as keys. Every time I was going into my house, I'd have trouble grabbing the keys out of my left pants pocket, and then holding them once I did get them out. Turning doorknobs or water faucets or lids on bottles with my left hand got more and more difficult. My speech seemed to get worse. I lost the ability to type. I constantly hit the wrong keys with my left hand. Using my cell phone, awkward enough to begin with because of its size (Samsung Galaxy Note 4), became a problem. I had trouble holding it with my left hand while tapping the screen with my finger on my right hand, and when trying to grip it more securely my thumb and forefingers on the left hand moved to the screen and inadvertently hit icons, and generally interfered with whatever I was trying to do. Or if I was on a phone call, my arm would slip and the phone would move away from my face.

On Tuesday, June 16, I called the outpatient neurologist and asked if I could move up my scheduled July appointment. By some miracle, they had an opening the next day. That afternoon I tried filling out a form (in the old-fashioned way, with a pen). I was constantly misspelling words, reversing letters and making a general mess of the form. I went to the neurologist the next day and he said I probably had another stroke. He wrote out instructions on his prescription pad for me to get an outpatient MRI and to start physical therapy with Moss Rehabilitation Center, but because they thought I might need a referral from my health insurance company, I had to go home and wait first. Walking to and from the office, bus stops and my house, I noticed my left foot was dragging. I wasn't taking full steps the way I was with my right foot. I got home and fell asleep in front of the TV. When I woke up, I saw that I had a voicemail. It was the neurologist's office, saying that they didn't need prior approval from my insurance and asking me to call and get the phone numbers to schedule the outpatient MRI and rehab. I had trouble even placing the call -- hit the wrong buttons and even dialed a wrong number once. When I did dial correctly, the office was closed for the day.

I knew I couldn't wait. I was getting worse and who knows how soon that MRI could've been scheduled? I called my brother and went back to the ER.

The hospital protocols, for some reason, do not allow for MRIs to be done for people in the emergency room. You have to be admitted first. So they did a CAT scan, and once they saw that result I was admitted to the Neuro ICU. (This meant I was constantly hooked up to a heart monitor that wasn't portable and a blood pressure cuff that recorded my BP hourly, as well as regular checks of my temperature and blood sugar. Sleep was very difficult at first, although it got a little easier each night. Every time I needed to use the bathroom I had to let the nurse know so they could unhook me. That was a pain, but the worst was yet to come. I had great nursing care up until the last night.) The MRI the next day confirmed that I indeed had a tumor that had to be removed and there was edema, or swelling. But first I was put on a steroid, administered through the IV line, to reduce the swelling, and taken off the aspirin/blood thinner meds for 5 days before the surgery.

This diagnosis actually made me very, very happy. A stroke? Going through therapy to try and function and "re-learn how to do things" and whatever would be awful, time-consuming, frustrating. A tumor (cancerous or not) causing all my issues? Cut it out and I'll get back to normal? Awesome! I was already noticing improvement just from the steroids reducing the swelling.

On Monday, June 22, the afternoon of my 5th full day in the hospital (and the 6th anniversary of the establishment of this blog, although with the lack of posts recently...), after doing another MRI to create a detailed "map" of the area of my brain where the surgery would be done, I was whisked off to surgery. Various people were introducing themselves and explaining why they were there, and the anesthesiologist then took over. I went out rather quickly. I remember a moment where I was dreaming. It was nothing memorable, just some conversation, but it seemed pleasant enough.

A moment later there were bright lights and everyone screaming at me almost simultaneously. "JOE! SQUEEZE MY FINGERS! JOE! RAISE YOUR LEFT LEG! JOE! LOOK UP! LOOK DOWN!" and so on. And then I was whisked back to my room in the Neuro ICU. And I had a very uncomfortable sensation in my groin. As it turned out, while I was under they removed my shorts and underwear and inserted a catheter, which stayed in place all night. That night was very difficult. The next day the catheter was removed and I was allowed to eat again, and I was feeling better immediately. The followup MRI looked excellent. The neurosurgeon removed virtually all of the tumor. I was told based on the type and location that it was likely cancerous but it would have to be confirmed by the pathology report. But I could tell immediately that my brain was starting to fully function properly. I was able to hold things in my left hand longer -- even my phone. I could walk without my left foot dragging. I sounded more coherent. I could write words and spell them correctly.

So, if you've ever been hospitalized you know that besides the nurses, doctors are in and out almost constantly. I'm pretty sure some of these visits have no purpose but to get their names on the record so they get a cut of the amount being billed. Anyway, the following day (Wed. June 24), the entire morning and into the early afternoon, no one had come in except for a speech pathologist. She watched me eat and drink, and administered various tests -- word puzzles, brain teasers, memory stuff, then had me write down my name and address and write out a phony check -- to verify that my brain was working. It was, and still is (all you wiseasses can just shut up now). A little after two that day a neurosurgeon came in and examined me, and upon hearing of the speech pathologist's assessment, said that they just needed someone from physical therapy to watch me walk up and down steps, and once I passed that test they could move me to a regular room or even send me home. I was thrilled!

Except no one from physical therapy ever showed. I figured one more night wouldn't kill me. Just after 8 pm the nurse assigned to my room for that night came in and told me that because more patients were coming in and they needed the room, they would be moving me to the "step-down unit." I asked what that was. She said I would only need the blood pressure checked every two hours and they would put me on a portable heart monitor, so I could get up to use the bathroom. I asked if it was still a private room (like every room I was in during my three hospitalizations) and she said she wasn't sure, but I could sort of tell it wasn't. I told her I had the possibility of going home but the physical therapist didn't show, and that if I was not comfortable in this step-down unit that I was leaving, against medical advice if necessary. (Around this time my brother Tony texted me that he was on the way over to visit and I told him he might get to take me home.)

The nurse disappeared for a while. Finally she and an orderly returned to wheel me to the step-down unit, a short way down the hall. It was a larger room which could hold two beds, with curtains for privacy and a shared bathroom. The other side of the room was empty, so I decided it was okay. Five minutes later they wheeled someone else into the other side.

He wasn't a problem, although he got chatty with every nurse or aide who came to see him. He was in a bad auto accident and hadn't really gotten out of bed yet. But in the unit across the hall were two men. One moaned in pain and called out for help or for his mother or for others constantly, while the other begged and pleaded for him to shut up. This went on ALL. DAMN. NIGHT. Between that and the nurse's aide coming in to check my vitals I could not fall asleep. I became more and more annoyed and even listening to music on my phone (with headphones) did not help.

Note above that I said "nurse's aide." I had a nurse assigned to me but other than when I first got into that unit, the idiot only came to see me twice. The first time was at 4:30 am. Just when I finally started drifting off into what might have been an hour or two of sleep, I was startled back into consciousness as she stood at the foot of my bed. "I noticed that they wrote down for you to use these compression wraps on your legs for your circulation." (I had these in the other room. They're plugged into a unit that compresses and decompresses them regularly to keep your blood flowing. They didn't move them with me to this unit.) She continued: "We could put them on you for the night and during the day--"
"I will NOT be here during the day. I am getting out in the morning no matter what it takes."
"Oh...um, well, they also wrote down that you could wear compression stockings, which go on your legs--"
"I don't need those. The wraps will be fine."

She left -- and never brought back the wraps or the stockings! She interrupted my final, desperate attempt at sleep for nothing! She did return one more time, before her shift ended, with some paper. "I brought you some information on synthroid." Why she picked that, and not any of the other meds, including those they put me on just since June 17th, I have no idea.

"I've been on synthroid for years. I don't need that."
"Oh...well, it's just because of the government."

At this point I wanted to completely explode, and perhaps throw her out a window. Somehow I managed to stay composed and told her "just leave it if you have to." She did, and I never saw her again. I used one page as a bookmark for the "Afterlife with Archie" graphic novel I read later in the morning, and left the rest behind.

Finally, the day nurse came in for the first time and before she could do anything other than introduce herself I immediately began my controlled rant (not these exact words, but close): "I could have possibly been sent home yesterday except no one from physical therapy showed up, and then I was moved into this unit where the man across the hall moaned all night and the other man kept telling him to shut up, and I did not get ONE SINGLE OUNCE OF SLEEP all night." (I may have mentioned the other nurse being a moron. I'm not sure.) "So this is what's going to happen: I'm going to eat breakfast and get cleaned up. Then the physical therapist will come and see me walk on the steps, and then the doctors will discharge me and you'll take all this stuff (heart monitor leads, IV lines) off and I will leave. This will all happen by noon or I will walk out and you will not stop me. This is not up for discussion or debate. I am leaving by noon."

They got the message and I was out by noon.

So in the last week and a half I've gotten stronger and stronger. My hand is nearly fully functional. (Just look as all this typing!) I am very close to 100 percent back to normal. My speech still sounds a little off, but I certainly can be clearly understood, and there may be a little droop remaining on the left side of my face but that's it.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Time For A New Intern

Lord, I haven't blogged in ages...long story for another time...but this is too much. Whatever the "Seven Mile Times" is, this is ridiculous on many levels.

In case you think it's a joke, the post continues on with the press release from the Avalon Police. Oh, and there's this...

(hat tip to the legendary FanSince09)

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Quick Review: American Sniper

This is long-overdue, delayed due to my usual procrastination and recent return to work. But for the last two days our computer and phone systems have been out of service and I'm running out of ways to amuse myself, soooo...

I can't wrap my head around the chatter over American Sniper, the Clint Eastwood-directed tale based on the autobiography of Chris Kyle, the Navy SEAL who was the most lethal sniper in U.S. military history (because of 160 confirmed kills during four tours of duty in Iraq). There's a lot of controversy over (and this is my general impression because I haven't really kept up with it all) whether it has a biased point of view because of its depiction of Iraqis and/or whether it's a pro-war film. This strikes me as misguided.

The film is so focused on Kyle (Bradley Cooper, who dioes well) specifically -- how his father taught him to hunt, how terrorist attacks inspired him to join the military, the cumulative effect of his time in Iraq and all those he killed -- that even his wife (Sienna Miller, wasted) is a minor character. There's no room in this tale for the bigger issues -- whether the war was just, our treatment of Muslims, how we do or don't take care of returning vets. And Eastwood clearly wasn't trying to delve into these issues. He wasn't trying to do what he did with his Flags of Our Fathers/Letters from Iwo Jima films.

And because of this, for me the film itself is a bit lacking, six Oscar nominations (including Best Picture) notwithstanding. There are tense moments but overall I wasn't very moved. It came off as a little too matter-of-fact. My grade: B.

Monday, January 19, 2015

My Most-Played 2014 Songs (And 2013 Too!)

I got through my recent project of listening to every song I own. I didn't listen to them all. I skipped some, I listened to others for a minute or two, and when I had multiple remixes of particular songs (hi, Madonna!) I chose the ones I liked best. I really need to do a better job of listening to all of my music on a regular basis instead of the same things over and over. I reset the iTunes play counts to zero and we'll see how I do at that. (By the way, I may end up switching over to Google Play because my iPod Classic is acting a bit nutty and, with Apple discontinuing this device, at some point I may need to start listening to my music on my phone. Great if I have wi-fi, but if not...)

Here are the songs I listened to the most in 2014...and after that, 2013 (because I didn't post one of these last year). Note how there are some songs in both lists, which is why I need to listen with more variety. Also, lots of ties. In other years I'd play some songs another time to break the tie. I didn't bother this time.

2014 Most-Played

1. Meteorite - Mariah Carey
2. Happy - Pharrell Williams
3. Counting Stars - OneRepublic
4. Mmm Yeah - Austin Mahone (feat. Pitbull)
5. Are You What You Want To Be? - Foster The People
6. Swine - Lady Gaga
7(t). Coming of Age - Foster The People
7(t). Timber - Pitbull (feat. Ke$ha)
9(t). Best Friend - Foster The People
9(t). Summertime Sadness (Cedric Gervais Remix) - Lana Del Rey
11(t). Sexxx Dreams - Lady Gaga
11(t). La La La - Naughty Boy (feat. Sam Smith)
13(t). Love Me Again - John Newman
13(t). G.U.Y. - Lady Gaga
15. Fashion! - Lady Gaga
16. Hideaway - Kiesza
17. Team - Lorde
18. Lay Me Down -  Avicii  (feat. Adam Lambert and Nile Rodgers)
19(t). I Need a Dollar (from How to Make It In America) - Aloe Blacc
19(t). F for You - Disclosure (feat. Mary J. Blige)
21. Stay The Night - Zedd (Featuring Hayley Williams Of Paramore)
22. Royals - Lorde
23(t). Sing - Ed Sheeran
23(t). Applause - Lady Gaga
25. Get Lucky - Daft Punk (feat. Pharrell Williams and Nile Rodgers)

2013 Most-Played

1. Get Lucky - Daft Punk (feat. Pharrell Williams and Nile Rodgers)
2. Your Body (Oxford Hustlers Club mix) - Christina Aguilera
3. Scream & Shout - Will.I.Am (feat. Britney Spears)
4. The Night Out (A-Track Vs. Martin Rework) - Martin Solveig
5. Sweet Nothing - Calvin Harris feat. Florence Welch
6. Summertime Sadness (Cedric Gervais Remix) - Lana Del Rey
7. Applause - Lady Gaga
8. Love You Like A Love Song (Jumpsmokers Club Remix) - Selena Gomez & The Scene
9. Sexxx Dreams - Lady Gaga
10. Pound The Alarm - Nicki Minaj
11. Diane Young - Vampire Weekend
12. Locked Out Of Heaven - Bruno Mars
13. Madonna Has A Kiki - Madonna/Scissor Sisters (mashup)
14. I Need Your Love - Calvin Harris feat. Ellie Goulding
15. All Around The World - Justin Bieber
16. I Love It - Icona Pop (feat. Charli XCX)
17. We Found Love  - Calvin Harris (feat. Rihanna)
18. One (Your Name) - Swedish House Mafia (feat. Pharrell)
19. Let's Go (Radio Edit) - Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo
20. Spectrum (Say My Name) (Calvin Harris Extended Mix) - Florence & The Machine
21. Fashion! - Lady Gaga
22. Vocal - Pet Shop Boys
23. Love is a Bourgeois Construct - Pet Shop Boys
24. Don't You Worry Child - Swedish House Mafia (feat. John Martin)
25. Treasure - Bruno Mars

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Three Semi-Recent Quick Reviews

Okay, so I haven't written lately. And out of the blue, I got called back to work at the seasonal job with the state, so I'll be working five days a week through approximately May. With that and the travel time to and from work, it leaves me less time to procrastinate. But I really want to try and keep this going on some sort of regular basis.

I haven't seen many movies lately, but now that I'll have some spending money I'm going to make more of an effort there as well. Meanwhile, here are the three movies I've seen but haven't written about. I saw two just before Thanksgiving and the other the day after Christmas.

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay -- Part 1: Another of these franchises splitting the final chapter into two in order to squeeze every penny out of its fans. So there's lots of Katniss (Jennifer Lawrence) agonizing over things and people but she's not really doing a whole lot. I was amused by the attempts to use her in propaganda films for the revolution, but this isn't what helped the first movie catch on. My grade: B-minus.

Interstellar: Looks great, well-acted, surprise guest star with an agenda, interesting premise (finding a new planet to colonize as Earth is dying somehow) but lots of WTF. I mean, society just gives up on technology? Can you imagine this happening to our smartphone/videogame/HDTV-obsessed society? And the science of it all just went over my head...although I figured out who the "ghost" from early in the film was so quickly I'm almost embarrassed. My grade: C-plus.

Into the Woods: I would like to have seen -- or see, if it's around somewhere -- the stage version, because I get the feeling the film version didn't do it justice. The fairy tale plots seemed very rushed to start, and once they converged, there was still quite a bit of movie to get through. Songs weren't bad, though. For me, on my personal scale of filmed musicals, it's not nearly as bad as Les Miserables but not nearly as good as Moulin Rouge. My grade: C-plus.