Thursday, January 31, 2013

Stargate Atlantis--"The Last Man"

So much for trying to keep up with these reviews on a daily basis. I am not feeling consistently well from day to day. Here is to doing the best I can, whatever that may be. At least “The Last Man’ was a unique episode to watch even with its clear influences.

“The Last Man’ is a semi-alternate reality story with apocalyptic overtones. I am usually a sucker for those. In this case, Sheppard is transported 48,000 years into the future when he travels through the stargate during a solar lare. There he meets the hologram of an ae Rodney who explains to him all the bad things that happened after he was lost in time. Teyla was murdered after givign birth. Michael used her baby to create his army of hybrids. Sam and Ronon were killed battling the hybrids. When Woolsey took over Atlantis, Rodney and Keller, who have fallen in love, quit. Keller eventually dies of exposure to the Hoff virus. That is when Rodney hatches a plan to send a hologram into the future to return Sheppard to the past proper in order to change things.

The plan sort of works. Sheppard is sent back in time with the knowledge of teyla’s location, but the place is booby trapped to explode. The explosion signals the fourth season ending cliffhanger.

My description may not sound like it, but there is a lot of Babylon 5‘s “The Deconstruction of Falling Stars” in ‘The Last Man.” They both jump ahead several times into the future, holograms of major characters are prominent, and there are hints of changes to come for the next season. Unlike “The Deconstruction of Falling Stars,“ “The Last Man” is mostly eye candy since Sheppard’s return to the past means none of the tragic events told in flashback likely happened. That diminishes the episode a bit, but knowing every main character dies is such--pardon the pun--overkill, the episode may not have much meaning for the skeptics among us in the first place.

But I am a sucker for alternate reality stories, so I liked it. “The Last Man” is frivolous and arguably meaningless, both puzzling traits for a season finale, but there is a high entertainment value. To make yet another comic book analogy, it is a What If? issue on film. If you liked that comic, “The Last Man” will be right up your alley.

Rating: *** (out of 5)

Kaley Cuoco

Thursday is (usually) Kaley Cuoco Day.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Stargate Atlantis--"The Kindred, Part II"

A burst diverticula and a feeding tube ago, more accurately, October 25th, 2012, I reviewed "The Kindred, Part I." The episode would have to end on a cliffhanger, no? I hope the anticipation for the resolution was not to excruciating. I was not in shape for much television reviewing in the interim. In my opinion, Part II is a bit of a letdown.

When we left off, our heroes were raiding one of Michael’s old labs to fin the kidnapped Teyla when they find the allegedly dead for a year and a half Beckett instead. We discover before the first act is over that Beckett is a clone and is deteriorating. Should we guess then that Beckett clone will sacrifice himself heroically to save Teyla, thereby making up for the pointless death of the main character back in the third season? Be serious.

Things look promising. Beckett clone leads our heroes to Michael’s main lab in which he is holing the athosians prisoner and is experimenting on Teyla’s unborn child. When they are pinned down by an ambush, Beckett clone runs off alone to save Teyla. Alas, he cannot, as Michael forbids his creations from harming him. Instead, he gets away with Teyla after shooting the helpless Beckett Clone. Back on Atlantis, Beckett clone is placed in stasis to preserve his life until…I do not know. The writers come up with a decent send off for the character, I suppose.

While it is great to see Paul McGillion again, revealing Beckett is a deteriorating clone riht away takes the wind out of the story’s sails. We know he is going to be disposed of and te emtions of the reunion are not going to be real. The only thing we can rely on for excitement is the action. There is plenty of it, but that is not what I wanted to see at the cliffhanger. I wanted beckett to get a more meaningful send off than being randomly killed in an explosion, and he does not get one. Instead, he fails at rescuing Teyla and gets mothballed for his trouble.

Color me unimpressed with this one. It reminds me a lot of the Peter Parker is a Clone/ Ben Reilly is the Real Spiderman travesty of the mid-90’s. I cringe at jut about any story involving clones being mistaken for the real McCoy since then. This episode is no exception.

Rating: ** (out of 5)

Georgia Salpa

Is Georgia on your mind?

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Eliza Dushku

Saturday turned out to be an off day. Eliza Dushku should make up for it.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Formspring Question #469--Desperate Times, Desperate Measures Edition

How did you reach the point you needed a feeding tube?
These things we do to keep the flame burning
And write our fire in the sky
Another day to see the world turning
Another avenue to try.
--"Luck of the Draw," Bonnie Raitt

Formspring Question #468--Re-Opening the Gate Edition

When will you finish up the Stargate Atlantis reviews?
When I feel like I can consistently blog. I would hate to write reviews three days in a row, then have to stay in bed a ay or two because I do not feel well. Stargate Atlantis reviews will show up eventually, but I need to make sure i can show up first.

I Won a 2012 Zilla Award

The Eye won the Courage and Perseverance Award. Thank you, Zilla of the Resistance!

Natalia Velez

Since I assume this will be the most popular post of the day, I will throw this request in it--I am at a loss for blogging content, so I am making a request for Formspring question. hit the box to ask about anything anonymously. Health, politics, science fiction...whatever. I will run through them as I can.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Feeding (Tube) Frenzy

The short answer for why I have not been around for the last eighteen days can be found in the post title--I have had surgery in orer to insert a feeding tube into my stomach. The longer version involves having surgery to insert a feeding tube into my stomach and then being hospitalized in a physical rehabilitation facility, both on semi-hostile grounds.

By late December, it had become obvious to everyone by my ineffectively bouncing between the hospital for treatment and home for recovery that I was on the slow march to twilight. Aside from the excessive, rapid weight loss itself, my heart rate had shot up and stayed up to the the point I am on medication to slow it down now. There was also a fear of kidney function loss, perhaps even to the eventual point of failure. On January 4th, my home healthcare nurse insisted I go to the hospital for fluids. Unbeknownst to me, she insisted the hospital not release me afterwards.

I will not beat around the bush here--my home healthcare nurse, the emergency room physician, and my own doctor staged a literal intervention own in the emergency room. Was I trying to kill myself? Did I want to die? Did I think I was clinically depressed? The actual answers to those are too personal to go into but, but suffice to say, I agreed to Have a feeding tube put in to prove I did not want to die by my own hand. The answer satisfied all parties as to my intentions, an three days later, I had the surgery.

A few days into my hospital stay, there was a consultation meeting with a counselor from the Depart of Health and Environmental Contro,l (DHEC) the government agency in charge of home healthcare and such, in which I was informed I needed 24 hour care for the foreseeable future not in a regulat hospital and certainly not at home. The intimation was a subtle, but clear threat that if I did not cooperate, DSS would look into the suicie claims. I cannot imagine what what DSS could legitimately find in that regard, but the message was clear. I agreed to go to a rehab facility. For the duration.

The duration turned out to be a scant twelve days at HealthSouth Rehabilitation Hospital. HealthSouth takes a holistic approach to treating strole victims, major injury sufferers, and post-surgery patients. In my caes, dieticians took over my weiht gain struggle with a combination of feeding tube supplements and regular meals while physical therapists worked to regain my strength and function. I had a serious chip on my shoulder for the first few days because of how I was literally bullied into going there, but I could not argue with the quick results. I was released this morning in the best shape I have been in since my diverticula burst.

Several concluding points:

I am not now, nor have I been at any time in the last three months, suicidal. Depressed, certainly. Maybe even resigned to death at times, but not actively trying to kill myself. Chalk up the accusation to alarmist reaction to how depleted I became due to illness.

That said, the feeding tube has been a lifesaver. I get up to four protein supplements a day which have stopped the weight loss and given me a boost of energy. The sheer act of “eating” without having to taste food has been a blessing. I now avoid the nausea that used to come from eating when I did not want to that often lead to illness, dehydration, and further weight loss. I could burst into tears every time I look down at this tube hanging out my abdomen, but there is not doubt it is the only thing keeping me alive.

I am back on and will be for the next thirty days the same appetite enhancer given to chemotherapy patients in an effort to gain weight. I am currently 76 pounds. These are meals in addition to the feeding tube supplements, so I often feel like I am bursting at the seams. I am still dependent on a walker, but HealthSouth has ended my bedrien days as long as I can keep up the pace. My heart rate needs medication to slow ir down now. There is probably a pacemaker in my future. But, hey--three weeks ago, my future was a rave beside my mother in Magnolia Cemetery by Easter. At least now I am hanging on.

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Abigail Clancy

As noted by the color change, we are entering a blue period. Here is a photo of Abigail Clancy in a bikini to soften the blow.