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I saw Deliver Me From Nowhere (I think they changed it to add "Springsteen" to the title just before release) last night.

I am a fan of Springsteen. Not a die-hard like some folks I know who have seen him in concert some ridiculous number of times (I've seen him twice) and listens to bootleg concerts and stuff, but he has several albums I would put up there with any I love (and that I own in more than one format - usually a sign I love something if I have the vinyl and a CD).

Nebraska, which is the album Springsteen is writing and recording (with bits of Born in the USA) in the film, is my favorite Springsteen record. It is sometimes referred to as the Springsteen album for people who don't like Springsteen, but I love Springsteen and I love that record.

Anyway, if you know me, you know I am not a huge fan of movies these days and I rarely go to them, and I wasn't sure how I felt about the film while I was watching it. Parts felt repetitive and too "explainy," but ruminating it on it over night I find myself increasingly open to its approach.

It just strikes me as such an interesting choice to take an energetic music artist known for his long, loud, and crowd-pleasing shows, and focus on one of his low points dealing with depression and trying to get this VERY dark record made right on the cusp of his explosion into the mainstream. What I like about it is that it doesn't go for the tired music biopic trope of the triumphant moment of performance (like that execrable Queen movie) but remains quiet and basically comes down to the point that maybe you should get some therapy before you harm yourself and continue to hurt the people around you.

It feels perfectly fitting for a movie built around Nebraska and for Springsteen's soft spoken vibe that belies the energy of his music and performance.

I wasn't sure where else to post this. . . so there ya have it.
 




Jeremey Allen White basically gets to play one role at this point.
Yes. I only know him from The Bear, but both my wife and I commented that it felt very "The Bear-y" not only b/c of the actor, but because of the themes of familial/generational trauma and not knowing how to function in relationships. There are actually a lot of plot parallels.
 

When I was at a private Catholic school, I was a barrel.🫤 I grew across rather than up: 5’3” and 253lbs at graduation; 17.5” neck. Part of this was due to medical conditions that wouldn’t be diagnosed until I was in my 30s. Besides fat, I also have abnormally heavy bone thickness and related muscle mass, which concealed a bunch of other things.

But I decided to take care of the stuff that was genuinely my fault when I went to college. I changed my eating & drinking patterns and RADICALLY increased my physical activity level, finishing my first semester 50lbs down. Add in a growth spurt, and I graduated at 5’7”, 193lbs…and scary.

I can't use the generic arrows most stores have in their sporting good sections because my width increases my draw length on my bow to the point where if I pull the string all the way back they stop short a full hand's length from reaching the wood.

I was about 5'10" and 210 lbs. senior year of high school. I was...chunky, but not actually fat (that didn't hit till my 40's). I had to keep a spare dress shirt in my locker because if I didn't keep my sleeves rolled up above my elbows, they'd get hooked on my elbows and I'd literally rip my shirt in half, or at least rip one of the sleeves half off. Now, after decades of warehouse work, I'm 5'11.5" tall and 305 lbs., and even if I dropped to an athletic level of body fat I doubt I'd get any lower than about 230 lbs., maybe even 250 lbs.

I don't think I have abnormally heavy bone mass, but I do have the structural integrity of a Terminator robot. I have a long history of getting up and walking away from things that should have killed me (car crash, sledding accidents, tire iron upside the head, etc.) with hairline fractures at worst. Not always a good thing, of course - some of them a clean break would have healed better in the long run.

This is me in my late 20's during my Rocky Horror days around 250 lbs. and ten years later in my 40's at 275 lbs. at a Paint Day at the FLGS...

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It kinda sucks sometimes to be living in a world half a size too small for you...
(And I'm also left-handed, lol.)
 



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