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1. Hickman and company continue to hit these books out of the park, if you don't mind the baseball metaphor. House of X (2019) #5 was really good. Surprisingly good. I'd read the spoilers, so was admittedly skeptical of the resurrection plot thread. But it works. And Hickman goes in depth on the science, and the ethics, covering all the bases. The artist and colorists back him up with some stellar art -- some of the best I've seen in the X-men comics. X-men comics have uneven art, it's either amazingly good or mediocre.
This is amazing.
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2. Watching Country Music Documentary reminds me of why I don't like a lot of country music -- they can't sing. I'm sorry, they really can't. It's like listening to people singing through their nose. Very twangy or whiny. Also it's not as diverse as much as I'd like -- although it did have a lot of Hispanic Americans and Immigrants involved.
3. Listening to my mother each night talk about my Dad...is difficult.
My father is going to memory matters. But he doesn't like it. He can't do the word games (he never was that good at them, I suck at them, word games aren't about writing they are about well coding...or puzzles and we're not puzzle folks). And he can no longer draw -- which breaks my heart. My father could draw anything. He trained to be a cartoonist at one point and wanted to pursue it. And has delicate water colors of buildings, cats, etc. He was an artist. But now, he can't draw not like the others in the class and feels left out and ...incompetent. That he doesn't fit in. (I'm disappointed in memory matters -- which apparently isn't good at thinking outside a box and dealing with a wide variety of alzthemier and memory/cognitive issues.) His art therapy class is better -- the teacher lets him do what he wants. And he loves it. He plays with color and abstracts -- doesn't have to color within the lines, and they draw from a picture in front of them or transfer from it -- interpret it, which works for him. There's no rules, it's more flexible.
The difficulty with getting older...is you lose the things you loved and have to find new ones.
This is amazing.
( review or watch me squee in my own way )
2. Watching Country Music Documentary reminds me of why I don't like a lot of country music -- they can't sing. I'm sorry, they really can't. It's like listening to people singing through their nose. Very twangy or whiny. Also it's not as diverse as much as I'd like -- although it did have a lot of Hispanic Americans and Immigrants involved.
3. Listening to my mother each night talk about my Dad...is difficult.
My father is going to memory matters. But he doesn't like it. He can't do the word games (he never was that good at them, I suck at them, word games aren't about writing they are about well coding...or puzzles and we're not puzzle folks). And he can no longer draw -- which breaks my heart. My father could draw anything. He trained to be a cartoonist at one point and wanted to pursue it. And has delicate water colors of buildings, cats, etc. He was an artist. But now, he can't draw not like the others in the class and feels left out and ...incompetent. That he doesn't fit in. (I'm disappointed in memory matters -- which apparently isn't good at thinking outside a box and dealing with a wide variety of alzthemier and memory/cognitive issues.) His art therapy class is better -- the teacher lets him do what he wants. And he loves it. He plays with color and abstracts -- doesn't have to color within the lines, and they draw from a picture in front of them or transfer from it -- interpret it, which works for him. There's no rules, it's more flexible.
The difficulty with getting older...is you lose the things you loved and have to find new ones.