a case of botulism, yet bulletproof


MV5BMjI1MDg3MTEwMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTE5Mzg0OQ@@._V1_SY1000_SX1500_AL_Is it a coincidence that the movie Unbreakable (2001) has been running on TV for several days,  AND health and vitality has returned to me?    Last week, three times I ate the same apparently spoiled tuna fish and had recurring sickness and recovery.  Problem identified and eliminated (our refrigerator no longer harbors contaminants).  By Sunday I was fortified;  by the end of Monday, I was back to cooking some barbecue and having a few beers.  Where I was thinking I had channeled Mr Glass during the week,  I now feel pretty indestructible.

Over the weekend there’s been several anti-hero hero movies on cable.  All of the main characters seem to have some serious underlying health or well-being issues associated with their superpowers.  Several movies by M. Night Shyamalan have odd anti-heroes. Marvel’s Deadpool was injected with chemicals, tortured and burned, Wolverine’s latest film has mutants with terminal illness; his is due his metal skeleton that his rejuvenating body cannot overcome. In Shyamalan’s Unbreakable,  David Dunn the only survivor of a horrific train crash,  is unharmed but has such a beaten-down, conflict personal life he seems the least likely hero.  Even something recently in theatres,  I streamed as background noise at bedtime, Passengers,  has a sick “infallible” spaceship.   Given that the film is mostly CGI, with a couple of A-list actors, the anti-hero engineer apparently spends a year alone on a spaceship after some anomaly woke him.  He doesn’t seem overly worried that systems are having intermittent failures until a crew member wakes and lives long enough to give our heroes a means to save the ship.

Popular culture now seems eager for the average-guy hero.   There’s an alien invasion?   Get the injured gal from 10 Cloverfield Lane, who takes out the doomsday-prepper (with a few quirks like kidnapping and murder)  and the aliens with homemade chemical suit and a molotov cocktail.   But the real world of work is calling me back.  Other than eating too much, drinking a few more beers this weekend than I drank all of last month, and burned out on movies,  the restful weekend was perfect.   My dogs expect a hero-walk in the morning, and work is likely to be less exciting than facing imminent death while repairing an ion-drive.  I should be well-fortified in body and spirit for any threats.  I’ve got fresh barbecue chicken, backyard-grown fruit and vegetables. the missus’ baked goods and refreshments to prepare Dexter, Comet and me to save the world if needed.




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