You will be missed. Thank you for the memories.
David Bowie “The Goblin King”
You will be missed. Thank you for the memories.
David Bowie “The Goblin King”
Yesterday evening, I was driving home and listening to the Chiefs play the Texans in the AFC Wildcard. At this point in the game a victory for the Chiefs was a forgone conclusion. We were up 30-0 and had just hit the two minute mark. Basically there was a better chance of winning the Powerball that night then the Texans making a comeback (I didn’t win and the Texans didn’t make come back.)
As I pulled in to my driveway, Mitch Holtus (The “Voice of the Chiefs”) was giving the play by play, literally counting down the seconds. Once the game hit the one minute mark, I could hear “the chop” being chanted in the Houston stadium, letting me know the KC Faithful had made the trip down to watch our boys in red. Once the game hit 22 seconds, Holtus started counting it down. Each second that ticked off the clock was a representation of the 22 years of playoff misery for this franchise.
Once the game clock struck zero and Holtus started the celebration in the announcers booth, I reacted in a way I did not expect…I started to cry.
Now let me clarify; I am a diehard Chiefs fan, I am not afraid to show my emotions if the mood calls for it (like a really sad Doctor Who episode), and I am sure I am not the only KC Fan who cried at that moment. However, this show of emotion was different for me. You see, I didn’t cry when the Royals had their amazing run over last 2.5 years (even though I am just as big a Royals fan as I am a Chiefs fan.) I cried because this win brought back a very specific memory from my childhood. It came rushing to the front of my mind like a gunshot, so strong that I could think of nothing else.
The last time KC won a playoff game was on 1/16/94 (against the Houston Oilers no less.) I had just turned eight years old. And that was the day that Grandpa H introduced me to the Kansas City Chiefs. I sat next to him at my grandparents house as Joe Montana and Marcus Allen led the Chiefs to victory that day. I watched the whole game entranced by what I was seeing, asking Grandpa questions about what this player was doing and who that man in the striped shirt was. To this day that is one of my favorite memories; not just of my Grandpa but for my entire life. The way Grandpa talked about KC, the way he laughed at my silly questions (in a grandfatherly way, not in a mean way), and the smile he had when I said I was a Chiefs fan too (not really knowing that meant)…it was as close to perfect a memory could get.
So when KC won a playoff game for the first time since that day in 1994 when I watched their last playoff victory with my Grandpa, I couldn’t help but cry. That victory yesterday meant a lot more to me than just my favorite team finally winning a game in the postseason. That moment let me feel close to my Grandpa H for the first time in years.Yeah, it made me miss him terribly, but I know for a fact that Andy Reid and the boys in Red made my Grandpa smile.
No matter where we are, we are all in Chiefs Kingdom.
Keepin’ it Geeky,
So today is an odd day for me. I am going to be partaking in one of my favorite events with my wife for the first time (a KC Chiefs game) and have had a great weekend filled with food, board games, friends, and family. I have no complaints about anything. Except for…
Today is the day I turn 30. GASP! SHOCK! I know right? Today is my birthday and I always figured this would be the one that felt odd. It would feel like I’m finally an “adult” ya know? Like I would wake up and want to buy some khakis, get a mortgage, start an Roth IRA, and observe the market for stock trends…but then I realized that I’ve already done all of those things. I’ve been adulting for a while it seems.
So why does 30 seem like a such a big deal to me? I’m not sure to be honest. Part of me thinks it tied to my sense of mortality and my fear of death; for a good number of people who did not take care of their health at a younger age (like myself), 30 can be the midway point of your life. This could be “middle-aged” for me. In 30 years time I could possibly be lying flat on a morgue slab, having shuffled off the mortal coil. That scares the hell out of me. I’m not going to get in to specifics or religion mumbo-jumbo right now, but no matter what my views of life and death are, dying is the scariest thing in the world to me.
And because of that fear, I feel I’ve missed out on some things. I’ve spent the last two years in mild depression, neglecting my health, relationships, and pursuing my dreams. I was so worried about turning 30 soon that I forgot that I was currently 28, 29. It was infuriating being constricted by the irrational fear of something that could come in 30 or 60 years, hell it could of come that very day. So I focused on doing what was expected of me; throw all of my energy in to a career/job that I only had mild interest in, come home miserable from the grind, maybe get off my butt sometimes, and try not to upset Mrs. Harris with my whining or depressed mood.
It wasn’t until part of the way in 2015 that I finally started listening to what Mrs. Harris had been saying for some time; she kept talking that she knew that I needed to chase dreams. It was now more important than ever. She didn’t want me to be filled with nothing but regret 5, 10 years from now. After listening to her say this on repeat, I finally agreed to take the plunge. I’ll chase my dreams or maybe fail, but at least I would have no regrets. During this time of transition, while we would get stressed about finances or unsure what the future holds for us, I started to feel the depression slip away. I felt the stress I had carried with me for years dissipate. The growl and scowl I always had was no longer around.
I was realizing that going after my dreams was worth it. Which I was able to do because my wife kept saying “Why not? Why not chase your dreams? We only have one life, might as well make it worthwhile right?” She could not have been more right. So thank you Mrs. Harris, for believing in me. For enduring my unrelenting complaints and word vomiting of anger, my difficult depression, for believing in me, for pushing me to finally get off my ass and to do something with myself. While today may be my birthday and you have given me a bunch of great gifts, the best gift you gave me was your never-ending belief in me. Succeed or fail, I’ll be happy with you pushing me to go for the stars.
Thanks for the great 30th birthday Mrs. Harris. I don’t know how you can top this 🙂
Keepin’ it Geeky,
It’s that time once again! Where everyone rolls out their “Best of 2015” list for just about everything. Good thing you have me to protect you from the lack of originality that is the “Best of…” topic…
Ok, I kid. I love those lists. I read as many as I can the last week of the year (and the first week of the new one.) I too enjoy compiling these lists. So I shall provide my much-desired thoughts on what was the best to come through the cinemas this past year. Mind you, these are only for films that I actually saw either at home or in theaters. The release for the film had to be in 2015, but I did not have to see it in theaters for my list. That means there may not be as many films that are “critically acclaimed” as I usually wait until just before the next Oscars to binge those. So without further ado, here are my Best Films of 2015.
8) Crimson Peak dir. by Guilmerro del Toro and written by del Toro & Matthew Robbins
This film makes it to my list based purely on the technical achievements it had. Let me get my complaints out of the way: I did not connect with the characters, I felt many of the actors were either forcing it or were fast asleep, and story-wise I saw the big twist at the end coming from a mile away. However, it was probably the best costume, set, and maybe even sound design in any movie that came out in 2015. All three categories should be heavy favorites for Oscar consideration. I didn’t enjoy this film as a moviegoer, I enjoyed it as student of film and the machinations that turn the wheels in films.
7) Kingsman: The Secret Service dir. by Matthew Vaughn, written by Jane Goldman & Matthew Vaughn
This is what happens when James Bond is written by comics superstar Mark Millar and adapted by Matthew Vaughn. Balls to the walls (or batshit crazy may be more applicable) action with plenty of humor throughout. What Vaughn does with a story and twists everything on its head is just genius. He did it with X-Men: First Class, Kick Ass, and Layer Cake and will continue to do so in the future. Colin Firth proved he was more than just a romantic leading man, he could be an action superstar. Samuel L. Jackson hams it up as a mix between Lex Luthor and a major Bond baddie. Taron Edgerton oozes charisma and marks his place on the map as an up and comer to look out for. The action scenes were wildly inventive and the breakneck pacing means you never get bored. There are some moments you have to watch with a strong stomach (let me say this is a VERY violent film) but trust me, it is worth pushing through for.
6) Ex Machina dir. and written by Alex Garland
Probably the biggest gamble I took going to the theaters all year. Most of the time when I venture to the cinemas there is a good chance I’m going to be a fan of the feature I go to see, simply because I’m fairly selective with my moviegoing dollars. This one I only went to go see because A) Alex Garland was involved, who was involved with 28 Days Later and B) My cousin R wanted to check it out. Man am I glad we went! This movie was not only visually stunning, but had powerful performances across the board. And it gets under your skin. As you are watching the slow burn buildup to the final few scenes, you can’t help but start questioning everyones motives and wondering who you should be trying to root for. Plus, it has a dance with Oscar Isaac that just messes with your mind in just the right way.
5) It Follows dir. and written by David Robert Mitchell
Ok this one just barely qualified for the list. The wife and I didn’t watch it until just a few nights ago but this shows how impactful it was. Usually, when I watch horror movies I can’t get in to it due to the idiotic, paper-thin characters, the needless gore, and the cheap thrills for the sake of cheap thrills. Sometimes though, a movie comes along that just grabs me by the throat and doesn’t let go; It Follows is one such movie. From the opening, tension filled scene to the ambiguous ending, my wife and I were on the edge of our seat for the entire movie. So much so that I can recall multiple times that we both said “Nope, not finishing, nope nope nope” and yet still kept watching because it was just soooo good. Because this is one of those films that sticks with ya, we had to watch several episodes of Scrubs right after to get the feeling the film left is in off of us. I myself will eventually attempt making a feature length horror and I pray it is at least a quarter as good as this one.
4) Inside Out dir. by Peter Docter & Ronnie Del Carmen and written by Peter Docter, Meg LeFauve, & Josh Cooley
To me, this film pulled the heartstrings the hardest. Don’t get me wrong, it is downright hilarious. How could it not be with Amy Poehler voicing the lead (Leslie Knope from Parks & Rec is one of the greatest TV characters of all time.) Visually amazing and with a strong, relatable story about growing up and the emotions that come with that journey, it had something everyone could hang on to. And the character Bing Bong? I don’t think I’ve cried harder because of animated character ever in my life.
3) The Martian dir. by Ridley Scott and written by Drew Goddard
This is the one that may cause the divide. First, for having it on my list and second, for having it so high. But this is my list so I can do whateva I want! The Martian was Ridley Scott back in top form. His last few films were either hated by most or had too many nagging plot holes to truly enjoy. Yet, with this Drew Goddard script he turns in a powerful Sci Fi feature that is breathtaking in so many ways. I had read most of the book beforehand so I knew most what was going to happen yet that didn’t stop me from being surprised as everything that was taking place was brand new information. Mr. Scott, I’m glad to see you back in tip top shape!
P.S. Of the two most recent Matt Damon space movies (The Martian and Interstellar), this one is by far the better movie.
2) Star Wars: The Force Awakens dir. by JJ Abrahams and written by Lawrence Kasdan and JJ Abrahams.
What more can be said about the highest grossing movie of 2015 (and possibly the highest of all time?) I’m going to keep it brief and just say this: This movie made me become a Star Wars fan. Now, I want SW everything.
1) Mad Max: Fury Road dir. and written by George Miller
No film this year made me sweat and breath heavy like this one (eww, don’t be gross.) Seriously, from the first 45 seconds to the final fade out, I was being dragged along a face melting 2 hour long chase scene that was going to drag you by head or your balls, but it was going to drag you regardless. The music, the world design, the action sequences, FURIOUSA!!!!, the list could go on and on and on about how amazing this movie is. George Miller wanted to bring insanity to the silver screen in ways we had never seen before and he achieved it. Not only is this my favorite film (and the BEST film) of 2015, but it is one of my all time favorite films…ever.
Keepin’ it Geeky,