Excellent News

I went in for my MRI on Saturday, it went quite well. No panic attacks. Tuesday, I went to my Neurologist to hear the results. *Drumroll* I have no new lesions in my brain. However, there is a small lesion in my spine between T1 and T2, but it’s tiny. According to my doctor, my disease is progressing, but at a snail’s pace. I am stronger than I was at my last appointment, even my foot-drop has eased up. I will be staying on Tysabri for now, but may be switching to a newer, stronger medication before the end of the year. My apologies for not posting often, I will try to post at least 3 times a week from now on. More film reviews to come(see a previous post), more rambling, and my birthday is in 10 days. Not sure how I feel about turning 26, but time marches on. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Upcoming

I will soon be posting my reviews of Deadpool, Star Wars Episode I-VII, begin reviewing Marvel films from Iron Man to Ant-Man(the others will follow as I see them), and my reviews of Studio Ghibli films. Be prepared.

Rambling

It’s taken me a while to feel up to talking about what has been going on with me lately. I’m tired and mentally wiped. It seems that my MS may have progressed. However, I won’t know for sure until I see my MRI. We’ll see how things go. And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Patton, Cinema Gold

“I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooters, the fastest runners, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.
Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God I, I actually pity those poor bastards we’re going up against, by God, I do. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards; we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty.
The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend’s face, you’ll know what to do.
Now there’s another thing I want you to remember: I don’t want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We’re not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We’re going to hold onto him by the nose and we’re going to kick him in the ass. We’re going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we’re going to go through him like crap through a goose.
Now, there’s one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you: “What did you do in the great World War II?” You won’t have to say, “Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana.”
Alright, now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh… I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.
That’s all.”

The first time I saw Patton, I was thirteen,  I didn’t watch much of it, but I knew I’d love it. I didn’t get another chance to see it until I was sixteen in Mr. Brunetti’s history class, I loved every minute of it. The opening monologue drew me in, George C. Scott’s performance held my attention, and the history made me fall in love with what I consider to be one of the greatest films of all time. The cast is top notch, and it’s certainly not boring. General George S. Patton is portrayed with perfect clarity and humanity. Patton, from me, gets 10/10.

“Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet I’ve called His name in blessing
When in after times I died.

Through the travail of the ages
Midst the pomp and toil of war
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

I have sinned and I have suffered
Played the hero and the knave
Fought for belly, shame or country
And for each have found a grave.

So as through a glass and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names – but always me.

So forever in the future
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter
But to die again once more.” -Gen. George S. Patton

It’s Tysabri Day

Tysabri is the medication I’m on for Multiple Sclerosis. An infusion every 4 weeks. After being on it for 6 months, my side effects are not severe, but not fun at all. I’m tired all the time, I have stomach and bladder pain. Overall, it’s helping me have more good days than bad. And my wonderful girlfriend is always with me for support. I can only hope and pray that it will put me in remission. Have an excellent day, everyone. -Spencer

Let it Go

I’d just like to say that it is PERFECTLY acceptable for a grown man to sing Let It Go alone in his room, or walking around a casino with his girlfriend, or whilst taking a dump… It’s a bloody good song! Don’t judge me! … I think this counts as my review of Frozen? We’ll go with that. Frozen is good. 7/10.