I missed the theatrical re-release of The Mummy Returns and it upset me so much I left social media
So, again, I’ve had a slightly fucked year so far. I don’t remember if any of me specified we spent most of January with a sinus infection. I know the mild kidney stone that was bad mentally that fucked with our enjoyment of this year’s Healing Together conference was mentioned before, and this month’s injury was glossed over. In more detail, it seems that Zyler had our legs weird while masturbating and managed to pull some major muscle in the back upper thigh and ass and lower back that pulled fucking 15 other muscles which caused it to be hard to stand up straight for pretty much the entirety of March (sooooo fun suddenly being in pain and not knowing why and having a different one of you go “Oh, that might’ve been from when I…”) . Our body is just starting to feel normal again. We’re having to establish new masturbating rules now. (Our spouse says to not feel bad as they’ve also gotten a significant injury of a different nature while masturbating, so, there’s that.)
Four members of the cast of The Mummy 1999 and Returns had a reunion at Megacon this year, and I couldn’t go. It would’ve been too expensive for me to afford a $400 photo with the four of them and then $60-to-$80 each for autographs from Patricia Velasquez, John Hannah, and Oded Fehr (I was lucky enough to get an autograph from Brendan Fraser previously!). Thank fuck the price kept me from buying tickets in the first place, because if I had purchased tickets and then wasn’t able to go because of the injury, I cannot imagine how nuclear upset I would’ve been. Dealing with the disappointment of it as a financial no-go was a lot softer of a blow, compared to the other possibility.
But then yesterday, I learned that The Mummy Returns was re-released theatrically last Friday, when I conceivably could’ve dealt with sitting in a theater, and I didn’t know about it. It apparently did better than some current releases, even. And I didn’t fucking know about it. I checked if there’s any local showings left, and it’s already gone.
The Mummy 1999 and The Mummy Returns are incredibly significant to me personally. It was really cool to see the first one on the big screen a couple years ago when it re-released. I managed to see it theatrically at least 3 times, if I remember correctly. I would’ve loved to have seen this one on the big screen at least once, too. I’m genuinely upset. I don’t care if it’s a ridiculous first world problem. As complicated as my/our history with those movies are, they still mean a lot to me/us. This is deeply disappointing and I’m feeling a little bit kicked when I’m down.
It was the last push for me to delete my social media, actually.
I’ve long followed several Mummy related tags on tumblr. There was only excitement about the re-release in one tag that I apparently wasn’t following, and it was not very much, only 2 or 3 posts ahead of the screenings. In the other Mummy tags, nobody posted about it until after they’d seen it. Usually, there’s hype leading up to things like this. I mean… it’s fucking tumblr. The big fandom hub. They hype EVERYTHING up. They always have. But this time, I only hear people talking about it after they’ve seen it?! That’s not usual for tumblr. This made me realize that for all the times people have falsely called it dead before, tumblr is actually dying this time. When has a fandom ever been quiet about a screening until after the fact? If following fandom tumblr doesn’t actually keep me informed when something significant is coming up with the thing we’re all fans of, why the fuck am I even there? (And that’s without going into how complicated my feelings are about how dissociative identity disorder has been both represented and misrepresented on the platform, which had a negative effect on me when I was first figuring out I/we have DID and has still been bugging me the whole time.)
I was also not enjoying Bluesky as much as I’d hoped and went fuck it. I just don’t feel like keeping up with it anymore, social media sucks, and something’s got to give. I’m not doing it anymore.
Would’ve preferred a joke of some kind on April fool’s day.
Don’t get too sad for me! A major piece of good news in my life: I was getting close-ish to paying off one of my credit cards that got fucked when my spouse was in the hospital, and when I said it was getting close, my spouse surprised me by saying they’d saved up some money so I could pay it off now! And that honestly means a lot. It’s going to make a difference. Huge relief. Massive. (I don’t want to go too much further into finances, at least right now, at least me in particular.)
Don’t ask which of me I am right now, I don’t feel like specifying and I’m also not entirely certain, but whichever one of me I am, I’m me, that’s for sure.