engineer of doom
Kirby and the Wife left after lunch. They'll spend the week at a cabin, the same one we stayed when she was pregnant with him. A minute after they left, i was informed that Star Convoy was ready for pick-up—well, not Star Convoy, but whatever Hasbro is calling their version of it from the current Transformers toys sub-line … Star Optimus Prime. Kirby asked if the could get this figure. He wanted the G1 version because of the motor drive, and now that i looked up a few prices, it wouldn't have been that much more expensive to get one—in a hopefully working condition. Anyway, Kirby won't be able to open it until he comes back, and i need to withstand the urge to do so, just to learn the basics of the figure, so we can transform it right away1.
Since the coming week is my last one in rehab, i feel stressed … i'm also mad about the Wife booking a vacation, when i need someone who helps me calm down…
Pulled myself together, and went to a theatre to watch Fantastic Four: First Steps. Managed to catch an IMAX screening in english that was early enough to be get home before 6pm. I liked the movie; of course, it needs to accomplish certain things due to it's nature and omits, or rather hints at things, yet, the central premise of a family unit that explores and stretches the limits of the known works. And the parenting stuff hits extra hard, when you are a parent yourself; they managed to bring the basic fears into the narrative. Teared up more than once. Most of those fears still follow me today. The horrible thing is, it's not done with birth, it gets more complicated afterwards. Oh, biggest complaint about the movie: No Kirby machinery being deployed to harvest the planet. There is a couple of pages in Earth X where Galactus sets up weapons to fight against the Celestials, and that in particular, Galactus as this … engineer of doom, is something i like.
At the screening i was reminded of all the things i hate about outside and the theatre experience, smells, rustling packaging, muttering, the long previews … i mean, why are they playing a specially branded commercial for watching the movie in IMAX in an IMAX screening? Does that work? It's only ten seconds, and the countdown made it feel even more insulting than it already was. When i open a bottle of coke—the fizzy drink—there isn't a second lid to pull off under cap, telling you «You are about to drink Coke».
Don't worry, i won't open it.↩