TABLE DISCUSSION

The tension in the room was palpable, as everyone knew Kara was not happy. The Baldwin family had just gotten home from a teacher-parent conference, and the Baldwin parents were not delighted with their lone child Zachary's performance. 

His teacher Ms. Adams this was the 5th grade, and as much as Zachary had problems in the previous grades, they had never faced anything like this relayed it to them. Ms. Abrams told the Baldwin parents Jesse and Kara, that Zachary was disruptive in class, not paying attention, and falling behind them. 

They talked at the front of the classroom. Ms. Adams then discussed Zachary's most disruptive behavior was his lack of respect for those in authority. Kara was burning up under her collar as she heard these accusations. She had always pressured Jesse to take a more disciplinary role as a father, but his reply was nearly always that he didn't want to become his father, as his father was an abusive one. Kara would then bring up the fact that discipline for your child didn't mean you had to beat them. You needed to showed them the path to what was right and what was wrong, along with behavior that would build one into a competent adult. 

Kara rushed through dinner as her frantic movements and haste showed she was still hot about the report on Zachary. Within minutes dinner was ready, and Kara called her family to the table, determined that by the end of the meal, she'd right the Baldwin family ship and take a better route in raising her son. 

Plates served before anyone spoke. The clashing of utensils hitting the tableware was the only thing heard in the silence. Looking to Jesse to take the lead, Kara spoke up, but when Jesse didn't focused on his plate of food, keeping his corn from touching his mash potatoes or meatloaf, she leaped. 

Kara asked her son Zachary what he had to say about what Ms. Adams told them about his behavior. Zach scooped a large bite of corn and mashed potatoes into his mouth, chewing down sloppily food flying from his mouth. Kara asked again, to which Zach, still chewing, exclaimed, "She's a Bitch, you can't trust what she says!" Kara and now Jesse wide-eyed, shocked at their son's answer, looked at him with disdain. Kara rebuked him, saying, "You watch your language, mister, you know we don't talk like that about our elders or anybody, especially your teacher!" 

Kara looked at Jesse as she had risen from her seat, and Jesse barely moved, holding an intense glare at Zachary. She expected more of a reaction from him at that point, hoping he'd back her up in some fashion. Then with his gaze turned back in his plate, dividing his food up, he says, "I think we should ground him until we see some major improvement in his grades and behavior." Now both Kara and Zach looked surprised at Jesse's response. 

Of course, Zach didn't see it as fair. Still, in Kara's eyes, the cool, calm, and collected response seemed to be just what was needed, and Kara showed her support with further clarification by saying, "Starting tonight, I agree you are grounded till we see improvement." Kara then looked to her husband, feeling they had just worked as a team in parenting. 

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THE PRICE IS YOURS

He told himself tonight he was done, cold turkey, while in the back of his mind, he'd be back for next week's viewing. The Uber driver pulled the car to a quick jerking stop jostling him in the back seat. His name was Kyle, a man on a mission who worked in the entertainment industry giving him access and numerous connections. He was also at the moment high off cocaine, ready for another bump any minute. 

As he went to leave the parked car and looked to make his way into the building, it was still raining like sheets from the heavens, so he coaxed the driver to pull up more under the overhang of the entrance. Once he got out, the rain hit him pretty well, damping his bespoke suit. He held his right hand over his head to protect himself, reaching the building entrance. 

Once inside, he was not in his element, standing out like a sore thumb as he was tall, thin, well dressed, and white. In the projects, he just being white was enough, but this is where he needed to go to get his fix. He rushed down the darkened hall of the building's first floor, preparing himself with another bump as he walked up on a red door. 

He knocked with a specific rhythm, sniffing and rubbing his noses as the toxins began to re-up in his system. The door finally opened inside; it was dark, nearly pitch black up ahead; you could see the light as the sound of his well-made shoes clicked against the presumably cement floor. As he drew closer, he could see a lit room with chairs facing a window with a curtain drawn. 

One other person sat alone in the room in a far corner from where Kyle was. Their eyes met once as the two men looked at each other, and the other man went back to gazing at the drawn curtain. Kyle took a seat on the front row, dusting his nose once more, and settled in, pulling up an app on his phone. 

The app was to his bank, showing his current bitcoin balance showing an exact balance of $500,000.00. He then muted his phone and closed out all other applications on his phone except his bank as the already dim lights went dimmer like at the start of a movie in a theater. 

Kyle looked back once more at the man in the far corner and then back to the drawn curtain, which reverently began to pull back, revealing a nude young girl bound and gagged to a cross crying with a terrified look on her face. Then after a pause, a digitized voice came over the rooms PA system, saying, "You may now begin placing your bids now."

 

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MANIFESTATION

 

Drew was your typical guy, in that he had these grand dreams, but never did anything to make them a reality. Drew was the guy who went to work, came home, and vegged out in front of the T.V. or played in some softball league on Thursday nights.

Yet, in him, he had these massive desires for another life. This life wasn't something he saw in his everyday neighborhood or depicted on the screens where he watched his favorite shows. No, they came with the vision he had always held, but becoming more soon grew foggy as he decided it just wasn't possible. 

The time and the cost to get started weren't in him, but what if he did have what it took to see his vision through? He always questioned himself that as moments of inspiration would hit like a strike of lighting, yet that would only last awhile, and the old thoughts would creep back in like a slow-moving virus and derail another attempt. 

Then one day, something happened. Drew, a single thirty-something, met someone. She came to his work and had interviewed him as she was in a sales position and wanted to know more about the book. From the moment he laid eyes on her, that was it, but he didn't realize it till she left. 

They talked for a good while, as the time seemed to stand still for them both. Moments of intense eye contact, how she crossed her legs, or the way Drew leaned in, and she would follow it made an impression. The meeting finally came to a close. The thought of never speaking or hearing from her again alarmed him of what was at stake. 

She handed him her business card and showed him how to get hold of her otherwise, and then she was gone. In the void of her presence, Drew became something he had never become before. He was determined to see her again and take her on a date. His vision went on further than that, but Drew had the sense to realize that where that vision was going, he couldn't go until he did a few things. 

First, getting a date with her was his ultimate option for now. So not to be a stalker, but he had to find out about her, so he searched some social media apps to get a bit of background. For example, her full name, whether she was single, types of things she liked for fun, and any friends in common. 

For a while there, Drew's nights after work consisted of thoughts that he could call her or happen to be where she with the perfectly planned chance meeting. Doing all of this changed Drew as he became focused. These laser-focused nights became the norm, as he'd binge seasons of impact shows where he'd learn etiquette, dressing better, names of wines, and work on his health. 

Soon Drew had developed a new plan. It took three weeks, yet he was determined to see it through going to her place of work for a seminar he ran into her. She remembered him, and the lessons he put himself through worked as she then agreed to a date and coming back to his place. Here is where the vision took off beyond Drew’s vision making him a little hesitant to go having gotten her on his bed naked that same night…  

MY NETFLIX MOVIE REVIEWS #227

 

On the streets of New Orleans, word begins to spread about a mysterious new pill that unlocks superpowers unique to each user. The catch: You don't know what will happen until you take it. While some develop bulletproof skin, invisibility, and super strength, others exhibit a deadlier reaction. But when the pill escalates crime within the city to dangerous levels, a local cop (Joseph Gordon-Levitt) teams with a teenage dealer (Dominique Fishback) and a former soldier fueled by a secret vendetta (Jamie Foxx) to fight power with power and risk taking the pill in order to track down and stop the group responsible for creating it. Written by Netflix (Courtesy of Internet Movie Database)

PROJECT POWER (2020) Is directed by Henry Joost & Ariel Schulman, written by Mattson Tomlin and produced by Eric Newman & Bryan Unkeless. The impression I got from the trailer had me on the fence on whether this was a film would be a hit or miss. I eventually decided to take it in and I wasn’t terribly disappointed. 

I felt the film's premise was interesting and liked the diversity in casting. I also felt this sudo-superhero story was heartfelt and had some good action sequences although the film was not extremely memorable. 

In the End: PROJECT POWER delivered what I hoped to see from the trailer without giving too much away. I also liked their locations and casting choices. So I give this a solid 3 of 5 stars

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DUNES OF REMORSE

 

From where Angel was standing, the outlook didn't look so good. He had seen somethings in his time overseas, but nothing like this. A young soldier in his late 20's rushed into surgery with a massive shrapnel wound that had cut down to the bone of his left femur. Having good medics in the field had kept the solider alive this long, and it would be up to Angel to take the baton and save his life. 

The nurses prepped his fluids and set him up with a morphine drip as Angel scrubbed in, reciting a verse he always had in the hope for a smooth surgery, and then he slid up to the gurney like it was the bottom of the ninth and his team was down a run. 

Looking at the wound and how the shards and shrapnel had mutilated the flesh, Angel still opted to save the leg. The task would be severe, and there'd be no guarantee that the solider would awake able to walk naturally, yet Angel proceeded on. 

Moment by moment played out, as it should till all of a sudden, the soldier's bp began to drop for no apparent reason. He had lost a lot of blood even though the wound was tied off in the field. Now in surgery, Angel attended to the injury. Still, something was obviously wrong, and Angel scanned the numbers quickly and then inspected the wound more precisely to find another bit of shrapnel hidden and released it and sealed the area off. At that, the bp began to normalize, and Angel continued to sealing the muscle wound all together. 

After a good hour of complicated surgery, the wound, arteries, and muscle had all been repaired and sealed off, and the wound packed with the gaze. With the last stitch made by Dr. Angel, the med crew let out a triumphant roar of "Woo Ha!" for the great teamwork in saving the soldier's life. 

Angel pulled down his mask and pulled off his layers of gloves and sterile surgery gear. Angel ran his hands through his dark curly hair in relief and stepped outside of the room. The solider now moved to the camp ICU unit, and Angel walked off by himself to think and regroup. 

In those moments, he began to think of what he was doing out here in the middle of nowhere, repairing one damaged soldier near death after another. He sat down on the crest of a dune above the camp and looked out at the infinite horizon, thinking about his life back home. Not scheduled to be back till the following year, knowing what he had signed up for, this was the first time he regretted that choice.

Vlog #30 2020 HOW TO DEAL WITH RESISTANCE

MY NETFLIX MOVIE REVIEWS #226

In this third installment of the adrenaline-fueled action franchise, skilled assassin John Wick (Keanu Reeves) returns with a $14 million price tag on his head and an army of bounty-hunting killers on his trail. After killing a member of the shadowy international assassin's guild, the High Table, John Wick is excommunicado, but the world's most ruthless hit men and women await his every turn. (Courtesy Internet Movie Database)

JOHN WICK 3  (2019) is directed by Chad Stahelski written by Derek Kolstad, Shay Hatten, Chris Collins, and Marc Abrams, produced by Basil Iwanyk & Erica Lee. At this point, you can say I am a JOHN WICK fan yet having never looked into the source material of the graphic novel I don’t consider myself a true fan, which may also explain my not quite buying into this world and story of JOHN WICK 3. 

Coming into this 3rd film it became apparent that the story had to drive this film as in each film they have been able to keep things fresh via fight and gun seen taking them to the next level. Yet as I watched the excommunicado of JOHN WICK that happened at the end of the previous film it starts this one and I had my questions. And with that as the story's driving force, I felt the ways around it seem contrite, which is where a bit more background knowledge of the characters he meets would be helpful in piecing this story together. 

In the End: JOHN WICK 3 PARABELLUM delivered in the usual ways and then some, yet without watering the story down too much with backstory in film knowledge of the source material is important. So for this film, I give it 3.5 of 5 stars.

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OFFICE SIZED TEMPTATION

The view from the top was something Gale believed was something to behold, but when he finally got there, it left him speechless. He had worked at the Orielly firm since he graduated college, starting in the copy room, and now some ten years later, he was a full-fledged partner.

He had now been assigned an office with a view that stretched for miles above the NY skyline. The next business order was getting his house in order, which meant hiring an assistant and then scheduling out leads to keep doing business, while the final tidbits in his transition took place.

Gale was set up in a conference room and interviewed by himself potential candidates to be his assistant. He wanted someone hardworking and attention to detail, who would show up on time and help him, get his work done. All of that sounded good and was probably the type of work ethic that helped Gale up the firm ladder, but the moment she walked into the conference room, all of that changed.

Gale was still a young, in his early 30's, single, close with his family, a devout a religious family. He had girlfriends on and off and had dated many women, but none of them were the caliber of woman he was now looking at to be his perspective assistant. There was no way he could hire her; she'd soon become a temptation to Gale as he was already feeling a bit of an attraction, any man would, but Gale tried not to see it that way and continue with the interview.

Maintain the same process he had with the other applicants. Gale worked to contain himself staying on script, but she was 5'9, 6'0 in heels a woman with curly deep chocolate brown hair, tan skin with a hint of an accent. When she talked, her bee-stung lips would purse as if she was preparing to blow him a kiss. Gale knew this was going to be a do or die situation, and he was smart enough to know hiring someone this attractive could cause some HR problems. He even thought about his partners and not wanting them to get tempted either.

He especially didn't want his first decision as a partner to be bringing in a fox to the chicken coop. Gale recited her name aloud, "Belinda." She was smart as she was beautiful. A few years younger than Gale with a degree, which was more than Gale had when he started at Orielly in the copy room.

As the interview closed, Gale watched Belinda uncross her legs in her form tight pearl Chanel dress and stand up across from him and shake his hand, and at that moment, Gale threw caution to the wind uttering these words "I guess you're it, you got the position you can start tomorrow.

Vlog #29 2020 SETTING MY NEW GOALS