I previously discussed the travails of my mobile phone.
The battery was draining like crazy.
I tried various techniques I knew about or I discovered online. Shutting down unused apps that ran in the background, shutting down or reduced permissions on greedy apps, reseating my battery.
They worked. Sort of. These attempts were fleeting in results. I would execute them time and again, yet the problem of the rapid battery discharge kept returning and at times got worse. My phone actually crapped out after about four hours one day. At a time when I needed to be connected while on the move.
Funny though, because not so long ago in my planetary existence, I would just keep in touch through payphones, walkie-talkies, cork boards at cafés, prearranged rendezvous, and the like.
Now, I find myself more dependent on mobile telephone technology as a tool to move through the world. It is a boon and a curse simultaneously.
Anyway, when the phone crapped out that time, I was pretty pissed. It does not help that my phone has a(n) USB-C connector. I do not know about where you all are, but in my neck of the woods, it is very uncommon. It is very difficult for me to cadge someone's charger to salvage my link to the world.
I did in the end, finally find the correct cable connection, but by then, it was academic. I was at the end of my day's tasks and nearly on my way home.
At this point, I started carrying what I call juice boxes: portable power packs, or power banks. Still, my phone was drinking at an alarming rate.
I resolved to go to where I bought the phone to see if they knew why this was all happening. Yet, I could not find the time to get there. Hell, I have been so blooming busy this past month, I have only posted once in this month of February.
During one of my bouts of insomnia, I was tooling around the interweb, hoping I would find that eureka site that would reveal all I needed to solve this mystery. I came across a page that said to remove the sim-card and and reseat it.
Honestly, I did not take much stock in it. Yet, I noticed that while running diagnostic software, I would get messages about weak wifi signals affecting performance. I figured, initially, that it was the boy with is multitude of tech bellowing back and for over the ethersphere.
However, the problem persisted when the boy was not trying to take over the world or I was at other locations using wifi.
Finally, a couple of days ago, in the middle of the night, or was it in the wee hours of the morning? Anyway, I did exactly what this site said to do. I pulled the sim-card out and reseated it. Voilà! The crazy-assed, super-speedy battery draining stopped. It was just like when I first got my phone. I looks like I can go for a couple or few days without a recharge! I even left the phone off the charger overnight and it only went down a percent or two.
So, a simple fix it appears. And perchance a touch of magic(k). No conspiracies, at least in this case. I certainly know the Gnomes are helping me out here and there. I had a leather punch I could not find for months. Two days ago, it reappeared in a drawer that I have checked tens, dozens, hundreds of times without luck. Until the last time. Thanks guys!
Skynet is obviously busy elsewhere. The replicants have apparently determined I will be seen as a crank and a kook. Fine. Nothing new there. The squirrels though. Oh, the squirrels. Not done with those jokers, by a long shot.
Sorry, I digress.
So, this fix appears to work for phones that use removable sim-cards. As far as I know, Apple devices do not have that capability. Well, sorry and too bad. I am not a fan of Apple, I find their software largely counter-intuitive, much like how Microsoft appears to be trundling towards at an ever increasing pace.
Anyhoo, I appear to have solved the Hardy Boys Mystery of the Rapidly Draining Telephonic Device. Now, if I can only figure out what happened to my scarves (aka scarfses) that vanished, yes vanished, at an event. I am so pissed and upset about that still. blbbl
Yeah, so, sorry for the tardiness in posting. Been a busy couple of weeks. So, here we go...
This whole thing of meeting people for lunch. I just do not seem to get it.
You see on television, especially soap opera type shows, and in the movies, people going out for lunch together during the workday. In some inconceivable way, they manage to do this and lead fulfilling, successful careers.
Yet, somehow, whenever I have attempted such endeavours, the day is lost. Not necessarily a bad thing. However, for me, meeting people for lunch is at least a two hour affair. If not at least a full-half-working day. (Conceptualise that one!)
How can people "do lunch" regularly and still keep their jobs? Obviously, I need to live in one of the many alternate dimensions or universes where time moves at a slower pace, but people move at the same pace we do here.
However, the intrigue of a soap opera life would just knock the crap out of me. All those affairs, murder plots, diabolical corporate takeovers, having a relationship with your half-sibling and not knowing it, gorillas kidnapping my wife? Just not my cup of tea, as they say.
Even just going to lunch with co-workers? How can you go out and get your work done?
Oh wow!?
I started this post on Friday, then I had some tasks away from home and did not get back to it right away. I tried to re-engage on Saturday, got busy again and had to let it sit. Sunday, holy mac! I was away all day, some Scouting stuff, some personal stuff, then the day was over.
Now it is Monday. Afternoon. Again, I was swamped all morning and now, I appear to have a window to get this done. We will see if I can finish this. It has been too long since I yammered on the interweb.
So, where was I?
Oh. Yeah. So. Going out to lunch with co-workers. In the past, when I have had clock-jobs, I have gone out for lunch with my fellow cubicle-internees. The typical process is as follows.
Getting there: approaching a half hour to get to the rendezvous. Sit down and order: near on another thirty minutes. Scarf down the vittles and settle-up, another one-forty-eighth of the day. Get back to our boxes, same as the first leg. So, as much as two full hours and probably longer. Why were we never fired for job abandonment?
That is just going with co-workers out for a generally crappy lunch. Now, if you try to organise with someone who works a different clock-job from you.....All I can say is that it is a huge production to figure it all out. Actually, I can say more...
Who are you going out to lunch with? Are they near your pen, or is their labour-preserve situated in a geographically distant workforce terrain?
Far away? Do you meet near their work-zoo or yours? Do you meet somewhere in the middle where there may be a strange and unknown resto-topography?
Nearby? Are their any neutral feeding grounds where you would not be encroached upon by either of your fellow inmates?
Or perhaps, you work in a desolate wasteland and have no choice but to forage afar regardless, thereby forcing you to search for a culinary safe-haven away from your natural territorial range?
Driving? Do you pick-up, get picked up, or converge upon the kill separately? Is traffic a bear? (ha!) Is parking a whole new adventure?
Walking? Are environmental conditions going to affect your temporary exodus? Does a straight-line walking distance deceptively appear shorter and faster, but only leaves you stranded in the middle of a multi-lane migratory route hoping that the lights will change soon, and long enough, to favour the boldness of your fitness-minded choice to hoof it?
So, now that all that has been weighed, measured, and most likely found wanting in the end, you are at your pasture. What now?
You can see the table you want, you can smell whatever is wafting out of the kitchen. Ah, but here is the catch. Were you far ahead enough of the other grazers that you are at the head of the line? Are there any free tables? Sadly, the usual result is the need to wait and fidget for an indeterminate time.
When, finally, you have been allowed to get your place at the trough, the often agonising process of getting service begins. How attentive is your keeper? How overwhelmed are they? How quickly can you decide on your consumables?
Get through all that have you? Now what? There is of course more. How long is it going to take for your slop-buckets to arrive? Is it the right slop-bucket? Is your water dish getting emptied faster than it is being replenished? Oh, have you managed to keep your appetite?
Now, after scarfing down your sustenance, you need to pay the piper. Right? I have, at times, had to wait longer to pay for my sins, than it took to gobble down my Reuben sammy, fries, and paltry dill pickle spear in the first place.
At this point, is generally the easiest part. Hacking your way back to your corral. Or? Is it? Really? You may need to consider if anyone is still at the maze. If it is not quite that late, is it late enough that it would be really obvious you have been on the feed-bag for a really long time? Could it be better to slink back to your personal hovel and just show up the next day brighter and earlier before first viewing? Take that chance to catch up and mull over a hard to question cover-story?
At this point you are probably rethinking how much you really enjoyed that so-so sandwich with the incorrect, and store-bought, condiment that was slathered all over, despite your request to have it on the side. That is why the universe invented Tupperware in the first place. So, you can bring stuff from home and munch away at your homemade hay bale.
So, I no longer "do lunch", unless I am on holiday, vacation, visiting, or plain dodging responsibility. I just do not have a watch with enough hours on it.
You know, what started as something pithy and a bit innocent, really turned in to a bitter monologue about being co-opted by living to work instead of working to live. I wonder if there really is some deeper subtext here? Nah. Maybe... Nah. Well... Never mind, I am too tired and hungry from this whole thing. Want to go out for a bite to eat? blbbl
I am sick.
Quite sick actually.
I hate being sick.
The boy brought home some plague variant.
It took a week to get the filthy beast attached to me, but it is now living in my lungs.
It notched up a few days ago.
Sneezing, oddly, then coughing.
Then more of both.
Then lots of mucous.
I retaliated with lots of tea with honey and cup-o-soup, no honey.
It is doing its darnedest to shut me down, but I am stubborn.
I even managed a couple of hikes this weekend; one with the Scout Troop.
One thing I noticed, is that while out in the woodland, I feel great.
Sure, I am still coughing, but not so bad.
One thing that sucks, is when I sneeze, I cannot help but speak in some ancient, unrecorded language.
The same often when I cough.
Hence, the title.
I think it means: "THIS SUCKS! I HATE BEING SICK; WHY ME?!?!?!"
Another thing that sucks?
The sneezing and coughing is so intense, it brings on crushing headaches, verging on migraines.
The coughing has been so intense, that my ribs ache; they feel bruised.
When I feel a coughing fit coming on, I have a great fear and trepidation.
However, the reason I need to cough is that it feels like a squirrel, perhaps a badger, is trying to claw its way out through my windpipe.
Once the coughing starts and the chest and ribs ache even more, the trepidation is gone as my throat is temporarily relieved of its agony.
Sadly, it all comes back far too quickly along with the trepidation.
Some of my fits have been so intense that the wife and/or the boy come running in to the room to see if I am okay; as in: did I collapse on the floor?
The coughs started to be accompanied by inhalation wheezing yesterday and varies in intensity.
Because of this, I suspect I may have developed a bronchial infection.
Some years back, I was very prone to them and they led to pneumonia at least once a year.
This went on for a half-dozen-odd years.
Hopefully, this is not the case this time.
Well, I did break out the Cēpacol.
Hopefully, its magical healing properties take hold.
Otherwise, to paraphrase a protocol droid I am familiar with: " I'm doomed."
Now, for more tea with honey and cup-o-soup without.
Did I mention I was sick?
FVMNEGNJKLEBNJKL;QEGVB!*
*THIS SUCKS! I HATE BEING SICK; WHY ME?!?!?!
blbbl
I have posted previously about my dislike for technology at times.
Well, the tables appear to have turned.
So, several days back my phone's battery was discharging at an alarming rate.
It started about six days ago.
First, I had to charge the phone twice in one day. This is extremely rare. Usually I am doing heavy-duty searching, reading news articles, and looking at some youtube videos.
This was not the case though.
The next day I had to charge my phone three times. Usage was actually quite low though. I went in to my settings and force stopped a bunch of stuff I was not actually using. I even shut down twitter. I have come across articles and bitching about it using a lot of juice of late.
No change. And, it was getting worse. I was getting only four or five hours by day three.
Then I physically disconnected the battery. It was a little better. Sort of. The first discharge took eight hours, but then everything went back to sucking all the juice in a few hours. I did try it again, and no real change.
Then I went in to my running services and hit stop on "google services". It got a bit better, but not much. I tried it again and a little better, but not much more.
Then. Then! Two days ago, it seemed the rapid discharging just stopped.
I went through that whole day with normal battery usage. I did not even put it on the charger overnight. About ten percent battery drain overnight. Well, the first two nights of this odyssey, the battery drained until the phone died. The first night I had around forty percent battery life left and it was dead in the morning. The second night it was sixty percent and it died before dawn.
After that, I left it charging. Only on Sunday night, two days ago, did it not discharge overnight while off the charger.
Yesterday, I had a meeting in the evening and wanted my phone to check my calendar and to be able to search if necessary. So, I charged it. I went down about six percent and I left it off the charger when I went to bed. Less than four percent discharge.
I toodled around this morning and it only went down a couple of percent. I was out all day, doing my regular thing and it went down only about twenty percent. Less, I think.
When I got home, I had about seventy percent charge and I started twitter up again and did some farting around. Right now. As in now! The phone is at forty-nine percent. Not sure if it is twitter or all the crap I have been doing on it.
I am monitoring it right now, but the first time I disable twitter, the battery still drained for days. I am starting to suspect it is twitter in allegiance with these so-called google services.
I am going to step back from the keyboard for a bit and keep an eye on my phone. But before I do, some theories.
If it is not some weird confluence of twitter and google, I have other theories.
First, even though there is supposed to be a détente between me and the gnomes, they may be playing a part. I am sure I have heard gnome laughter the last few days. That, and a few little things going on that would suggest I am being tested. Now, I am not accusing them. Yet. But I do know they can get bored. Guys: if it is you? Very funny. Can I have my phone's functionality back. Please? Pleeasse?!?!?
Theory number two. I may be getting skynetted. It has already happened once before. By the way, there are at least two companies out there called cyberdyne: this one and this one. This guy even adds another layer or two to the whole thing. Well, at least they should go after him first. It gives me some breathing room. Now, who's crazy? Not me. Well....., not because of this.
Theory three. Replicants. (Hey, do not fall for that reference to them being fictional. As if? Next there will be an entry about cyborgs not being real too.) But I have said too much already. I need to put safeguards in place before I can even get in to anything about these guys. But be forewarned. They are among us and I have circumstantial, very circumstantial, proof, so there.
Distant theory four. Squirrels. I think I need not say any more on this topic. Go through my posts about the Expanding Legion of Evil (ELoE). If anything, they are in collusion with one or more of the above mentioned parties. There is a whole posse hanging out at the back of the property these days. Not just the melantic (I use a really old version of the adjective I picked up from a book titled: The Sea & The Jungle: see!; a great book.) ones, which are more common, but also a full grey, and at least one brown squirrel. And not a chipmunk to be seen; who are known to be allies of my allies at times. Hmmm?!?
That should throw the replicants off my scent for now. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Anyway, before I step back for a bit, the phone is but at forty-eight percent. Time to monitor the situation before I may accidentally tip my hand. (I need to check my resources in the woodland as a fallback position.)
A couple of hours later and now I am at twenty-nine percent. However, I did a bunch of intensive stuff on the phone. There was yet another update for twitter, so I did. We will see if it eats more battery up. I may have to shut it (twitter, not the phone) down for a while. Which is sad, as there a few "twits" I follow that I like to see when they post, not many, and they tend to be infrequent, but I love when they do add to the interweb. I also added one new poster; see if she figures it out, as I suspect she runs her profile really lean.
A couple of more hours and only down by five percent for a whopping twenty-four percent battery life left. Something is certainly funky. Much less drainage in this period.
Normally, I am really quite very good at breaking this kind of ridiculousness and turning the interweb to my advantage. Sadly, or more so, inevitably, it has become much less fun to dismantle software and technology to fix it or bend it to one's will. The interweb is so polluted now, searches that should be quick, easy, and simple, become a death march through junk and false metadata. Hell, it took me ages to figure out how to link to a youtube video at a specific time frame. Partly out of laziness, but really more from despising the overwhelming amounts of shizzle in the ethersphere. And laziness.
So, I will plod along slowly with this, most likely, simple puzzle. I am also moving towards the idea of detechnologising many facets of my life. I do like to blog, and I will find my rhythm and stay online for that. Probably need to get a new computerising device for that as my current Dell Latitude D520 with Windows XP is making motions to retire. Too bad, great notebook. If chromebooks were not so pricey..... However, I do have two portable typewriters. I think I may write for the drawer, as was said behind the iron curtain, for a bit too. I will use the interweb to get some ribbons for those suckers. Oh, and acid free paper..... I wonder if I can find linen paper, like books used to be published with.
I also like being able to communicate in writing from remote locations, but I do not need the tons of apps I currently have. Being able to call too, especially if stranded or broken down without having to walk several kliks is handy.
Tracking my hikes is handy, but I really do not need it, it is just a nice-to-have add-on. Same with GPS; I have plenty of roadmaps and am acquiring more. Just need to finish the American mid-west, Texas and the US West Coast. Plus Mexico. I also know how to read roadsigns.
I must say the phone-camera is nice to have. It saves me from getting a camera-only device. But I want one of the those pocket printers, but that is more for fun stuff, especially with the Scouts. It can be nice to be polaroidesque at times. Worst case, I always wanted to get a fully-manual film-camera. Maybe the wife remembers how to develop film?
Well, obviously, I will be cleansing my phone and seeking some additions to my low-tech arsenal of aids and conveniences.
So, how much later is it now? Oh, about two hours again and the phone is down to six, no, five percent. However, I was dinking around a lot in the settings and other stuff. Not a bad sign actually. A couple of days ago and the phone would have died in a couple of minutes after that.
So, more experimenting. And also to figure out why some apps restart themselves, when they should not be doing that. Oh, the deleting will begin. I am reminding myself as well, that a mobile phone is a tool to be used as necessary, like a pocketknife. It is not a lifestyle.
Wow. I started in on how technology is turning on me. Went on to a bunch of conspiracy theories (or maybe not). What next? Oh yeah, going on about how tech failures and the like was looked upon as a challenge once, but more a burden now. Finally, eschewing technology, at least some of it; mostly post 1999 type-stuff.
If that has not thrown the replicants off my trail, I do not know what will. Have a better one. blbbl
So, wow, a whole week since I posted. Wanted to post on the weekend, but I was stupid-busy. And yesterday. And today.
Anyway, on Saturday, after clearing an obscene amount of snow in the morning from the laneway after a major dump of the white stuff, which followed a major melt wherein almost all the previously dumped snow melted, including most of my anti-zombie snow berms, and raised our water-table to a ridiculously high level, we dropped the boy at Ray's Reptiles for his volunteering and went shopping for groceries and various other essentials that have run down since before the Christmas holidays.
We got some awesome bargains. Many deals to be had, especially for meats. The freezers are all now stuffed again and we will be good probably past the vernal equinox. When we got home, the wife and the boy unloaded our bargains while I finished a strip of snow that had not yet been done. When all that clobber was done, no one was in the mood to cook.
Well, still no oven, supposed to be getting a used one today that is built like a tank. Just waiting for the delivery guys to show up, so, out came the slow cooker.
We got a package of fresh Italian sausage at one grocery store for super-cheap. Eighteen sausages for six-and-one-third dollars. Woo-hoo!
So, a little leftover gravy in the crock and put it on high. Then I cut the sausages in to thirds with a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and threw them in the bottom with the gravy. Super-super easy, better than trying to cut them with a knife. Then, a half-dozen potatoes cut in to quarters and threw them on top of the sausages. Seasoned with dry spices: garlic, onion, paprika, chili (real chili), white pepper, some fresh-ground Sichuan pepper, fresh-ground so-called pink peppercorns. Oh yeah, and a few dashes of Worcester sauce. Then, I cut up most of a cauliflower and threw that on top of the potatoes. Then I just let it simmer while we all chilled and mucked about the house.
From time to time, I would give it a stir and mix everything up and around.
The wife took a look at it and said it looked kind of like goulash. Really, in the end, it was a simple goulash. So, with various nations represented: Italy (sausage), South American Andes (potatoes), Cyprus (cauliflower), China (Sichuan pepper), Brazil (pink peppercorn), Hungary (paprika), Asia (onion), Iran (garlic), India (pepper), UK (Worcester sauce), South America again (chili peppers). It is my UN Resolution 13012018 Goulash.
Now, the only hitch? I do not know if all crock pots take a while to really get a move-on or not, but both of mine take two to two-and-a-half hours to really get percolating. No worries though, very UN-like in the end then. (Ha! I kill me!!). We just had a really late supper in the end which worked out really well this past Saturday.
Well, the oven just came. Great guys who brought it by. It is built like a tank. The only thing that sucks? The interior is a touch narrower than our crap stove and the trays do not fit inside. No worries, those will be used for campfire cooking or cooling racks for baked goods. I just need to keep an eye out while driving around for stoves being dumped and grab the trays out until I can get enough trays to fill every slot. Three more needed, for total of five slots to be filled, as I want to try to make jerky and try dehydrating various product from the woodland.
Still going to continue experimenting with the crock pots though. But. But. Tonight, I think, it will be chicken wings. Yummy-yum-yum. blbbl
So, like I have been saying, today is the day that everything changes.
This post is my last "in-a-row" post. I have now posted every day for a year. A leap year. Plus an extra day. Three-hundred-and-sixty-seven days. Some of you will have noticed that some of my posts lately were, at times, a stretch and a struggle.
Instead of forcing myself, any longer, to post mediocre material, I will take more time to develop my posts and consider what the rooster is putting forth. It does not mean that there will not be any posts on consecutive days, but it will be less likely.
It also does not mean there will not be mediocre posts. One person's awesome can be another's mediocrity.
If something jumps in my head and I think it is worth sharing and it does not need much percolation, I will write it and post it. Otherwise, if I truly feel I need to develop it, I will take time to work on it. There are subjects I would like to get back to, which I planned and promised. I have follow-ups on handkerchiefs and lip balms after some field testing. These will be coming up soon enough, but only when they are ready.
Expect one or two posts a week, but it could be fewer, or it could be more. I will still probably do the odd travelogue, but perhaps in a different format. The boy and I, amongst others, will be going to the Great Lakes Jamboree this summer, so expect at least a few from there.
There is some good stuff in here, if I do say so myself. Feel free to peruse and check out the older posts if you have not read them. Reread them, I do. Hey, feel free to submit some comments. That would be nice. At least I would know I am not posting in a vacuum.
I will be doing some retooling of the blog as well. Not a lot probably, but bits here and there. You may have noticed that I have already started. I am hoping to add labels as well and finally finish cloning this blogger site on my wordpress site.
A bit of an update on things around here:
Lots of snow overnight and today and the snowblower still will not start. I have tried everything except for beating it with a stick. I think there is moisture in places where it should not be, so a-shovelling I have been. The bright side? I now have a second line of anti-zombie fortifications. If they come this winter, I will be ready, because like it or not, the undead conflagration is coming people, or, as many call it: the zombie apocalypse. Just not from where you may expect it.
I got my Tibetan Prayer Flags up today! Hooray!! According to my calculations, it was not an inauspicious day. It was a Monday. It was morning. It was windy. And, even though it was snowing, it was sunny. So, that should be all good. I really enjoyed putting them up and really like looking at them and watching them in the breeze. The birds do not seem to mind them either. The squirrels are indifferent to them. As soon as I have some time to go back to the shop and cash to spare, I think I am going to get some more prayer flags.
I am going to leave you with some pictures of the prayer flags out back of the house. And yes, those round ball-like objects you see are Christmas tree ornaments that I no longer wanted to use on our tree, but could not just discard (they are the "unbreakable" type); I think they add to the whole atmosphere. Enjoy! blbbl
So, maybe the wife and I are the last people in the free world to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi. But, we went to see it at a matinee with the boy today.
I quite enjoyed it. The wife thought it was "okay". The boy, who saw it for a second time today, also thought it was "okay".
First some background. I have only seen a handful of the Star Wars films at the theatre: The Force Awakens (Episode VII), Rogue One, and, now, The Last Jedi (Episode VIII). The rest, on VHS and/or DVD.
Of all the films, I of course liked all of them, but especially: A New Hope (Episode IV), The Empire Strikes Back (Episode V), Attack of the Clones (Episode II), The Force Awakens (Episode VII), Rogue One, and The Last Jedi (Episode VIII).
Basically, my favourites are the second films in each of the three trilogies, including Last Jedi. My absolute favourite is still "Empire". Sadly, much of that movie was spoiled (spoilt?) for me by spoiler ignorants. Nevertheless, I still immensely enjoyed it, and continue to still enjoy it; I think it is the best of every single Star Wars film, series, special (I did see the Star Wars Holiday Special) , what have you. Plus, Rogue One, probably because it is so anti-heroic (or more appropriately: non-heroic) in many ways, in a film and television kind of way. However, I will not state anything specific in order to prevent ruining it for anyone who may not yet have seen it. I am sure there are some out there.
Now, I am a huge Star Wars fan, as well as Star Trek for that matter. However, I am not a (total) fanatic. I can discuss it for hours, but I do not really get bent out of shape over too much and "Monday morning quarterback" it to death in how it could have been done differently or better. Sure, such things do get discussed, but not in a life shattering method.
Now, to The Last Jedi. As much as I liked the film, I found the write up during the opening crawl a bit cheesy, but not a big deal. Maybe they all are? Not sure now?? The opening scene is quite exciting and has some pretty funny bits; I laughed out loud. Actually, I laughed out loud quite a few times. There were several exciting scenes, but again, I do not want to spoil anything.
There were a few surprises and unexpected bits and a few little teases here and there, if you could notice them. As to the surprises and unexpected bits and turns, before Disney bought up this franchise, I read a lot about the "future evolution" of the Star Wars universe that were considered canon. Some of it was quite fascinating and I would have loved for it to have evolved that way, but, hey, what can you do?
Saying that though, there are plenty of "nods" to the evolution of the originally conceived (or is it perceived?) canon. Saying that though, in the past, George Lucas himself altered the canon periodically. So, again, what can you do?
Anyway, I thought the film was very well done, for the most part. There was one scene, not to harp about it, that could have been done a bit differently. It, like the opening crawl was cheesy. But I am not going to spoil anything. You will probably know what scene I mean anyway.
The film also carries on with the circular nature of the the trilogies in how history (even fictional history) has a tendency to be repetitive.
Say what you will about the direction that Disney is taking the Star Wars universe, it is still pretty darned good and not many out there can say definitively which direction or path it would have followed if Mr. Lucas was still at the helm or passed the mantle to some other entity or person.
If you do not like how the story is progressing, move out of you parents' basement and make your own sci-fi epic.
I liked and enjoyed it. It is a fictional story. Enjoy the story. This latest instalment is entertaining and well done for the most part. If I can get past the bits of cheese, anyone should be able to get past any niggly bits they perceive too.
I cannot wait to get it on DVD to watch again and try to see bits and pieces I missed the first time.
I also cannot wait for the next Star Wars instalment.
"May the force be with you!" (Sorry, had to do it.) blbbl
[N.B. Everything changes in one day.]
