What is up, you two ghetto elves? Well, so far 2016 has been a real drag. Bowie died. Lemmy Kilmeister died. Yet the DGP just keeps on rolling. I keed I keed! Sorry for the lack of email last week, but I was on staycation, which means I had my arms full of baby for most of it. I loved the family time, but after the way the week began, the rest of it was kind of janky for me. I had to have an MRI performed last Monday and it turns out I have spinal compression between the two vertebrae just over my existing fusion. I have read that sometimes people who undergo a spinal fusion end up having to have a second at some later point. My hands have had a noticeable tremor for a while, which I ignored for the longest time, but finally it became so bothersome that I had to have it checked out. I will find out Tuesday if I need surgery or if it can be treated with medicine and physical therapy. I am hoping for the latter. Fortunately my symptoms are nowhere nearly as severe as they were before my fusion. Back then I could barely feel my legs and I had to walk with a cane because my sense of balance was so off. The fact that I have no such severe symptoms now makes me hopeful I can avoid a second procedure.
While I am droning about my medical woes, I had an appointment with my neuro the other day, and when I got there, I was told he was not in the Baptist network, despite the fact that the building from which he practices has a big damned blue sign out in front of it that says Baptist Health Services. Our medical and medical insurance systems drive me crazy. So anyway, I’ve managed to get some gaming in this week, albeit of the retro variety. Like Rhett, I bought a new Bluetooth controller to use with the tablet Meredith bought me for Christmas. I loaded the entire NES and SNES libraries on it, and had some old school fun on Sunday when I should have been working. Speaking of…I was on vacation, worked one day, and then had the next two days off. Seriously?! My bosses janked up my schedule.
Oh, and I filed my taxes this week. With the new baby, the mortgage, and the better pay, I figured we would get a nice return. Well…we are getting a return, but for not even half of what I’d thought. It turns out when you make more, the government returns less. Who knew? I paid in close to $4500 just in federal taxes last year, and Meredith paid a similar amount, and we ain’t getting even in that neighborhood back. Our tax lady said we made too much last year to have even a reasonable expectation of a sizable return. Her definition of too much income and ours are obviously different, because my tail is broke as a joke most of the time. Yet I have known people who did not work at all who are getting back fat piles of cash despite not paying in a thin damned dime. They just popped out babies and milked the system and their relatives and were rewarded for it. I hate our government a lot.
Anyway, back to gaming. I bought a Vita. I’ve had it in my possession for over a week and have yet to actually play anything on it. Why is that? I’ll tell you. It turns out you cannot play anything on it unless you have purchased and installed one of Sony’s ridiculous memory cards. When I bought the Vita, I also bought a 32gb micro sd card, thinking foolishly that it would work. Not so much. I had not the faintest wisp of an idea the Vita required a proprietary (and freakin’ expensive as crap) card. Maybe I should have read up on it, eh? I understand needing one for storing downloads, but to play physical copies of games? I bought Uncharted The Golden Abyss for it, and it would not let me play without a card. I have a friend from out of state who bought an 8gb card and mailed it to me just to be a nice guy. It was supposed to have been here yesterday. It still has not shown up. I tracked it on the USPS website, and it said it has been in the Little Rock processing center for 3 days. THREE DAYS. How the crap does a piece of mail not make it 30 miles up the road over the course of three days? I actually was so incensed I sent the USPS a bitchy email. I’m sure they will care about my opinion about as much as Rhett would, but it made me feel better to put in my two cents. So here I sit Vita in hand, with a game, and cannot play it. That said, I did play a little Dragon Age Inquisition on it via remote play just to test the feature out. It worked really, really well. It got a little glitchy here and there, but all in all it was pretty smooth. I have never played Dragon Age from the comfort of the porcelain throne before, so I was pretty geeked by experiencing it whilst liberating the prior night’s meal.
Oh, and I may have done this before, but I have to chime in on your medical marijuana diatribe. Maybe there are drugs that do the job better than weed, but with what side effects? Quality cannabis does in fact treat a wide variety of ailments (and it is a Godsend for many cancer patients) without the four mile laundry list of potential nasty side effects of the petrochemical drugs churned out by big pharma. Secondly, there are many strains containing a wide variety of THC. Some will not even get you high. I read a story about a little girl who was having many seizures each day, and her parents tried every drug and combination of drugs thrown at them by the doctors, to no avail. Finally, they read a story about how cannabis oil had helped another patient with a similar condition, and were able to get enough doctors (it takes more than one in some states) to sign off on allowing them to try the oil on their daughter. They found a dispensary that manufactured the oil, which had an almost nonexistent thc content, and began giving two drops per day to her, and the seizures went from many per day to almost zero per month. God put every plant and herb here for our use. Some people do misuse cannabis, but that does not mean it should be demonized, and it damned straight should not be criminalized.
Even if people want to smoke it, so the Hell what? Let them. The government should have no place legislating personal vices. Drugs, prostitution…if people want to harm themselves, let them have at it. I find drugs and sex for money abhorrent personally, but I find men and women rotting away in prisons for crimes that hurt absolutely nobody else to be even more odious. A guy can get 10 plus years in prison for a few ounces of weed, but billionaires can commit fraud on a grand scale and receive not even a slap on the wrist? Where the Hell is our government’s priorities? Corporate greed, alcohol, tobacco, and prescription drugs kill more people every year than any street drug, so I have a hard time digesting the hypocrisy of saying drug A is fine but drug B is not. It is hard to take the high road when you begin to declare some substances fine and others not when all are harmful. Personally I do not even consider marijuana a drug. It is a damned plant that has some interesting effects when ingested.
Moving on with no real segue, I saw the Suicide Squad trailer. I am not going to get all up in arms over Harley Quinn like Rhett did. I have no issue with her aside from the actress tapped to play the role. Margot Robbie is off the charts hot, which Harley also is, but I have always had a bit of an issue with actors and actresses in roles requiring an accent that is very different from the ones they naturally possess. I think Robbie is Australian, and because of that I will constantly be waiting to catch that Aussie accent surfacing as she tries to go full Brooklyn. On the Walking Dead, you can occasionally hear Andrew Lincoln’s British accent pop through his fake deep Georgia drawl. It is just bothersome for me. Why can Hollywood studios not simply cast talent that just naturally has the desired accent? I am sure there are plenty of hot blond New York actresses who would not have to force their accent or vocal affectations. I will probably have the hardest time with Will Smith as Deadshot. Not because he is black, but because he has become an insufferable, preachy, sanctimonious a-hole with weird baby cult leader kids. He has turned into such a douche of the highest order that it makes watching him in anything more distracting than believable. Sometimes I just cannot separate the real life assholery of some famous folks from their onscreen personas. I cannot watch anything with Tom Cruise in it for the same reason. Ever since he went full Scientologytarded I just see him as the weird cult creep who jumps on sofas.
I don’t know about y’all, but I am seriously looking forward to seeing Deadpool. The more I see and read about the film, the more I want to see it NOW!!! I read a funny scenario somebody posted online regarding the petition to have a PG-13 cut of the film produced. The guy suggested that Deadpool be in the next PG-13 X-Men movie. That means the whole film would be allowed only one F bomb. Knowing this, Deadpool would spend the entire film saving his one juicy dirty word till the very end, only to have it taken from him by Wolverine. I laughed at the idea. I think that would be brilliant. Sometimes watching someone try to self censor is funnier than if they came out and uttered the obscenities they’d been avoiding.
Well, I suppose I’ve droned long enough. I’m going to mercifully end it now so I can go to bed. Much love and bacon to you both, guys.