Sunday, September 08, 2019

All I want is a couple days off....

Rough week.  Just worked 13 of 15.  Be nice to the retail people.  They may have worked 120 hours or so over a 14 day span.

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Endgame Thoughts

Just a couple thoughts about Endgame.

I've watched it a couple times at home now, and a couple thoughts:

A lot of people are hollering about a couple of Oscar Nominations for the flick, and I think there are areas for consideration (I would champion the screenplay, for sure, and might even listen to an argument for direction, though I'm not in that camp currently).  A lot of folks think Jeremy Renner deserves a nomination for Supporting Actor.  And while I enjoy Renner as a performer, I found his performance...I dunno....uneven?  Quite good in parts, yes...the relief his face shows when he sees his phone ringing after Hulk's snap, especially.  But I felt the only true dip in quality of the movie comes in his and Scarlett Johansson's meeting with Red Skull....it's the only scene that didn't seem to hit home with me, for some reason.

If we're talking performances, we really ought to dig into Chris Evans and Josh Brolin's performances....Evans playing straightlaced across seven flicks and having a bit of nuance there?  That's hard.  And Josh Brolin just knocks it out of the park....and being able to show so much with just his eyes, basically. 

And I wouldn't argue too much if they wanted to throw Robert Downey Jr.'s name into the mix.  As a lifetime achievement sort of thing.  I mean, I don't know that Iron Man would have worked in 2008 without his charisma.  And without that, I don't know that you get the green light for the rest of this whole shebang.

I think I've watched the movie six times now.  And that final battle is truly an awesome bit of moviemaking.  Waiting 22 movies to say "Avengers Assemble" was a nice touch. 

This time around, I was struck and a little moved by having Gwyneth Paltrow's Pepper Potts show up in the Rescue armor.  (A digression about Paltrow, who has admitted to not watching/caring much for the movies, and her performance....I respect the performances a lot because she brought so much to the table....there are a couple of actresses out there who you can almost see "slumming it" in their performances in other genre flicks....and Natalie Portman is highest on that list.  Paltrow shows up, and holds up her end of the bargain without winking at anything or anyone, and she's one of the strongest bits of the flick, and an MVP in the whole 23 movie effort).

I love the relationship between Hawkeye and Scarlet Witch.  Their conversation in Age of Ultron is one of the few highpoints in one of the few Marvel flicks that just has not aged well for me.  Seeing that relationship grow across a couple other flicks, and getting moment of reflection at the end of the flick was a good moment....

Yeah.  I've gotten a little misty-eyed when Peter and Tony meet up again.  A few times.

Just a great flick.  A gratifying one.  My friend Ryan said something really cool:  they made these movies out of stories that we got tolerated for reading, and laughed at sometimes, and made them so that everybody can enjoy them.  And that's an awesome thought.....

Friday, August 02, 2019

Dreams

Had a weird dream last night that I can't shake, which is remarkable in and of itself, as most dreams dissolve like wet cotton candy not long after waking, here lately.

My town lost its K-Mart two or three years back... It's hard to say, as time's gotten funny lately.

In the dream, a few co-workers, past and present, are working at the K-Mart in Athens.  Which is weird, because I've worked customer service off and on over 20 years now, but never for K-Mart.  In the dream, we're open on Christmas Day.  We're closing at 3PM, but can't stem the flow of people wanting to shop at K-Mart on Christmas Day.  And the whole dream involves standing in the doorways, trying to keep people from getting into the store.

I woke up in a panic, as today's my first day of since returning from vacation, and my last until next Thursday.  I realized that I was off, and that I could return to sleep, but I couldn't....

Friday, July 26, 2019

Vacation


I took this on the last day of vacation, yesterday.  I woke up at 5:45 to wander down to the beach on Tybee Island, about a block or so from the house we'd rented since Sunday.   There, I scattered a few of my Dad's ashes.

It's been a couple years since we lost Dad.  And there are moments that I still miss him so intensely that it feels like a physical pressure on my being.  I really wish he'd been here over much of the past year.  There's so much that I'd like to be able to talk to him about.  To bounce off him.  Even to just laugh about. 

Not being able to share this week with him was one of those. 

We had a good time down in Savannah/Tybee Island.  Like I said, we stayed about a block from the beach on the south end of Tybee, which was a refreshing mix of retirees, beach rats and tourists like us.  My nephew and I both drank about 20 gallons of ocean water swimming. 

We had a couple really good meals.  I hadn't been to the Pirate's House since one of Riceville school's summer enrichment trips.  We wandered that way.  The place is a little tourist-y, but the pecan fried chicken is truly excellent, and if you have the opportunity, have a "Pirate" take you on a tour of the building.

We wandered down to the river the next night, and grabbed dinner at Dockside seafood, before talking a haunted bus tour around Savannah.  That particular night was a dark and stormy one, fittingly.  Unfortunately for the Big Stupid Family, we didn't bring umbrellas or ponchos.  We didn't see any ghosts, but still enjoyed ourselves.


Here's my nephew and me before the tour, both a little waterlogged.

It was a quiet vacation, for the most part.  But I think we all needed to get out of town for a few days.  I know that I enjoyed myself. 

Except for getting crapped on twice by seagulls.

Or was it seagull?  One with a vendetta?

The earshot on the beach, while gross, was impressive.

Wednesday, July 03, 2019

Reminder

Here we are, 53 minutes away from Americaland's 243d birthday.  I feel compelled to remind you that when I am Emperor, there will be no holidays.

None.

However, there will be parades.  Lavish.  Spectacular.  With Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade style balloons.

Depicting my favorite scenes from film and TV.

Particularly looking forward to the Roddy Piper vs. Keith David balloons.

We will be having this parade daily.

Attendance will be compulsory.

You will enjoy it.

Enjoyment will be compulsory.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

The Mid-Year Reading Post

Six Weeks Without a Post?!?!?!??!

A hobby on life support....

Anyway, just a quick list of what I've been reading the first half of this year:

January

Best in Show:  The Films of Christopher Guest and Company   by John Kenneth Muir

I didn't dig this one at first, as there didn't seem to be much separating it from an overlong blog, but it finds traction when it digs into the "scripting" process and the logistics of piecing together a flick based muchly on collaborative improv.  I also really enjoyed hearing from the performers, and how much they revel in the in their part of the collaborative process.....

One Summer:  America, 1927    by Bill Bryson

A traditional Bryson meander, this time, through a five or six month period in 1927, looking at the seeming disparate events surrounding Coolidge's say and do-nothing presidency, Babe Ruth's home run chase and Charles Lindbergh's Trans-Atlantic flight, among other events.  I enjoyed the book itself, but wish I'd read instead of listened:  Bryson's narration left some to be desired.  He wandered in tone from NPR narrator to conversational, with the latter serving the humor much, much better.

Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring     by J.R.R. Tolkien

My nephew had been hinting around about wanting to read this.  I found a cheap copy for him, and re-read it myself.  His attempt petered out, and I told him he might want to visit the Hobbit first.  This was my second time through it...my first not actually coming until Peter Jackson's movies started coming out, horrifying to think that those movies are closing in on 2 decades old......

Dark Tower:  the Gunslinger     by Stephen King

This one is competing with Wizard of Oz for the book I've gone through most in life.  This time was part of my chronological read-through project for King's work.  It was just my third time going through King's revised edition, which attempts to make it work more in concert with the rest of the series.  There are parts that stick out like a sore thumb (Roland's encounter with a Taheen, Hax's treasonous conversation about The Good Man), but there are parts that seem to add a little something (Walter's note after resurrecting Nort), which make me not damn the revision as harshly as I did once upon a time.  I'm still not in favor--part of the charm of the Dark Tower series is that each of the books has a feel unique to itself.  Well, the first five do, anyway.  Books 6 and 7 feel like continuations of Book 5.  King rushed those, what with his being afraid he was gonna die and whatnot.....

Things we Lost in the Fire     by Mariana Enriquez

Damn, this was a good collection.  Surprising.  Horror that's a little too relatable.  A couple of nice curveballs.  Definitely an author I'm  gonna revisit.

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life: a Sortabiography  by Eric Idle

Probably my favorite Python autobiography, from probably my favorite Python.  If I had to nail down which of Python's personal humors seem to best match my own, I'd have to say either Chapman or Idle.  Idle (possibly tied with Palin) seems the most down to Earth.  I got a little frustrated, early on with this one, with the name-dropping.  If there's a common irritant in Python autobiographies, it's the name dropping.  But then, Idle makes a joke about the namedropping, so I let it go.  This one's as much a musing on friendship as it is a memoir.  I liked this one.

February

The Troop, by Nick Cutter

Alternate Title:  Piggy Strikes Back.  Lord of the Flies meets some of the grossest body horror you can imagine.  Moves well.  Keeps your attention.  Just as it threatens to wear out its welcome, it wraps itself up.

Treasure Island,  by Robert Louis Stevenson

My friend Steve and I had begun trading books every October at an annual gathering of bloggers and whatnot.  This past October, Steve's last, he gifted me a copy of Treasure Island, illustrated by Ralph Steadman (Steve's remembering my fondness for Steadman's works).  I'd never actually read Treasure Island.  What an effective romp, even after 130 years or so after publication.

Hounded    by Kevin Hearne

My friend John gave me a copy of this a while back, and I finally sat with it.  It's fun, though the tendency to namedrop bands and favorite beers end up more as speedbumps than endearments.  It read quickly and I really dug the final battle sequence--that mess is hard to write effectively and entertainingly, and Hearne hits it out of the park with that scene....

This Dark Chest of Wonders: 40 Years of Stephen King's The Stand  by Andy Burns

Interviews and essays surrounding King's The Stand.  Burns speaks to various people involved with the novel, audio, comic and TV adaptations.  Most interviews are short and to the point.  The most interesting ones are with Jamey Sheridan, who portrayed Flagg in the 1994 TV mini-series, and Snuffy WG Walden who scored the same series (one of the strongest scores ever put to a TV show, in my opinion).  Part of the interest in these last two interviews is that the subjects don't share the King-worship that Burns does..... 

Big Fella:  Babe Ruth and the World he Created    by Jane Leavy

Not a bad read.  Every February or so I start getting the baseball itch.  I liked looking at this one from the Journalism/PR standpoint.  I feel like I read this one a little too closely to Bryson's 1927, because a lot of the background info seems cribbed from that book.....

March

The Coen Brothers: The Book Really Ties the Movies Together    by Adam Nayman

I wanted to like this one more.  This felt like an idea Nayman was really interested in when he started, but less and less so as he progressed.  Or maybe it was me, in my reading.  This one just didn't do a whole lot for me.

Christine   by Stephen King

One of the few early works that I'd never read.  This one's surprisingly uneven.  Changes in narration style midway through are distracting, and make the whole thing not mesh entirely.  Still, King's ability to channel what it's like to be a 17-year-old is uncanny....

Adrian's Undead Diary:  Dark Recollections     by Chris Philbrook

A Christmas gift from my buddy Micah.  The first person diary format works well considering its serial roots.  The background stories interspersed are a little jarring, but they work well overall.  I kinda liked this one, and i think I'll followup....

The Handmaid's Tale  by Margaret Atwood

The first time I read this one, it was for a college class.  And like too many books read for classes, I was only reading for content, which is like not enjoying the forest because you're too busy looking at individual trees.   This one's strong.  And and important marker for why you don't let one particular ethos have too much influence in lawmaking.  Given the political climate of the past decade or so, I don't have the same taste for dystopian fiction that I used to.  

The Elephant of Surprise,  by Joe R. Lansdale

Damn!  This one moves!  Hap and Leonard stories hit the spot.  A couple of small town wiseasses doing good.  This one has a melancholy over age that I don't remember noting in previous Hap and Leonard stories.  And for the first time, I found myself legitimately worried about a character.  I mean, both Hap and Leonard have been stabbed, shot and beaten over the course of several years.  But for some reason, when Hap worries about Leonard, it hit a chord.....

April

Kenichi Zenimura:  Japanese American Baseball Pioneer  by Bill Staples, Jr.

A Kindle read.  I don't recall ever having run across Zenimura's name before ready Leavy's Ruth book earlier in the year.  One of the things I like about baseball is its role in the community.  Zenimura organized pro and semi-pro leagues all around the west coast, even while interned in camps during the second World War.  I want to do more reading about the PCL and other baseball out west, as it stared separate (and sometimes equal) to the Major Leagues east of the Mississippi.....

Star Wars:  Thrawn   by Timothy Zahn

The yardwork listen.  It doesn't hold the same spark that Zahn's original trilogy did back in the early 90's.  I was quite Meh on this one.

The Million Dollar Policeman   by John Swartzwelder

These books just put me in a better mood.  Do yourself the favor and find one of Swartzwelder's mysteries.  These books are just him romping and goofing around.  They're almost jazzy in their humor.

Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

A re-listen.  Worth the listen, if only to hear Roy Dotrice come up with distinct voices for 713 characters.....

Wounds:  Six Stories from the Border of Hell    by Nathan Ballingrud

This one came recommended.  And it's been a while that I've been so disquieted by a story like I was "The Visible Filth."  That one made me tell the cat to stop staring at me.  Likewise "Skullpocket" was oddly sweet and instantly mortifying.  A great collection.

May

What Stands in a Storm:  Three Days in the Worst Superstorm to Hit the South's Tornado
Alley, 
by Kim Cross

The science in this one is good, and I like the bits with James Spann, a meteorologist I've followed online for nearly a couple of decades now.  Still, it wanders into melodrama and ends up needing a bigger scope (the storms wreaked havoc from Mississippi all the way to my neck of the woods that day, and I think the book could have been a little more ambitious....

Ronan Boyle and the Bridge of Riddles    by Thomas Lennon

My loyalty to the members of The State troupe continues to bear fruit.  This one was fun.  A goofy police procedural with doses of Monty Python and Hitchhiker's Guide thrown in for good measure.  I bought a copy of this one for my nephew and sister to read, as well.

Pet Sematary    by Stephen King

Continuing my project.  This is a damn good one.   I read this one first in my initial King torrent around 1990 and 1991.  I haven't read it since, but save maybe for The Stand, this one has more imagery that's stuck with me and implanted itself in my brain.  This is a great one, even with its gothic ending.

The World Without Us  by Alan Weisman

A commute listen.  Interesting speculation on how long what we do will last, if we were, as a species, to up and disappear tomorrow.  I listened to this one as I attempted yet again to prune back the forest from hell.  If we weren't here to do this on our particular hill, I figure the house would be eaten in 5 years time.....

The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside The Room, The Greatest Bad Movie Ever Made
by Greg Sestero

I first ran across The Room shortly after Tommy Wiseau popped up on Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job. I found the flick, watched it, shook my head at just how inept and bizarre a thing it was, and didn't give it a lot of thought beyond that. 

The book does funny things. I started the book shaking my head in wonder, disbelief at Wiseau's actions. That changes over the course of the book. It comes down to this, I think: in my wanderings through the interweb, and even through this book, I've decided I don't care much for Greg Sestero. Not that Tommy Wiseau's any kind of peach to work with (indeed, the dude's got twin levels of will and crazy that are formidable). I find Sestero condescending, even as he's trying to be self-deprecating, even as he's circling and highlighting his own occasional doormat behavior.

Sure, he credits Tommy Wiseau for much of his success. And rightfully so. Still, there's a sneer there that I don't care for.

Now, that said? There's a fine line between passion and insanity (and perhaps inanity). 

North American Lake Monsters, by Nathan Ballingrud

Strong, though not as amazing as Wounds.  I'm happy to have run across Ballingrud.  I'll stay on the lookout.

June

Time's Children,  by D.B. Jackson

My buddy John got me a copy of this.  I ended up enjoying.  I enjoy Time Travel stories, but can also find them problematic--too easy to hit reset, fix a problem, and become too bogged down in time strings, etc.  I enjoy the problem of the Time Walkers....I think the cost to them (aging the same increment you travel) is an interest plot point to work with.

Lucky Town by Pete Vonder Haar

My old Blog Buddy Pete published this one this year.  I enjoyed the hell out of it.  Just the right notes of sarcasm, pop culture and mystery to keep me moving.  I look forward to another.

The British are Coming: the War for America, Lexington to Princeton, 1775-1777.   by Rick Atkinson

Probably the best total overview of the war effort I've read.  The first book of a planned trilogy.  Balanced in its views from both the British & Loyalist sides as it is the Rebel.  I want to applaud its prose telling of battle tactics.  I'm deficient in my ability to visualize battle tactics, for some reason. It's odd, because I love maps.  But for some reason, I just don't see what's being described well.  Atkinson manages it, though.  I've ended up buying a couple copies to give as gifts already.

The Friends of Eddie Coyle,  by George V. Higgins

I dig the movie.  I'd never read the book, which inserts plot into amazing bits of dialog.  If I could write dialog half so well as Higgins does in this book, I'd be proud......

The Hum and the Shiver, by Alex Bledsoe

Last week, I went in to get brakes put on the car.  Since they had a nice rebate on some tires, and it was near time, I went ahead and got those two.  The previous night, I'd plugged my phone in, but didn't realize that the powerstrip was powered off until I got to the tire shop.  I didn't want to run down the battery in my phone with the Kindle app, so I grabbed a copy of this from my back seat.  I'd found it at the used bookstore, and had meant to give a copy to somebody if they were interested.  I read about 2/3 of it while sitting at the shop.  It's my second time through it, and it holds up.  Maybe even a little better.  I like that just glimpses are given of the Tufa.  I continue to like that Alex writes about the South in a way that doesn't lapse into parody, or make it an object of derision (something that most can't do, even when they mean well).  This is a good one, and I continue to recommend.....

Thursday, May 16, 2019

M-O-O-N


We had a lovely moon last evening.  And I was pleased with the pic that my little moto phone took.

I was even more pleased playing with Faceswap.

I did this one to be funny.

Erica described me as a wonderful weirdo.  That comment inspired the picture at the top.  I miss our friend Steve very much.  He was a wonderful weirdo.

A couple more faceswaps:


That's Argyle.  And I liked this one very much.  It's now my desktop background.


Horrifying.  And proof that technology is a dangerous tool in the hands of an ape like me.....

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Avengers, and whatnot



Two days out from Endgame.  It's rare that I'm excited for a movie anymore.  I'm really looking forward to this one.  Going to a 6:30 show Thursday night.  Pretty stoked.

This video has a couple things that bug me.  Jimmy Fallon and the deification of Stan Lee, but it still made me smile.

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

Mongo

That's Mongo.  He passed away this week, after a short illness.

Mongo was a good dog.  Real laid back.  Just liked to mosey, and find someplace to watch the world.  He was patient, and slow to rile, but was intensely loyal and could be fearsome when he felt his people were threatened. 

He was a big dog.  About 150 pounds when we had a growth removed from his forepaw just before Christmas.  His head came to my mid torso, when we stood side by side.

He was goofy.  He LOVED snow. 

He was made for winter.  He was part Kangal, part German.  He was a Shepherd in every sense of the word.



He loved to wander.  He loved to mosey. 

He once got between Shyam and a pissed off mama cow.

He once truly, truly disliked a UPS delivery driver. 

I've always trusted dogs' judgment of people.  Mongo's high among those.  He was friendly with everybody.  That delivery man was the only person I ever saw him react negatively to.

He got sick last week.  Went off his food.   We switched to soft food, in case his teeth were hurting.  He showed some improvement.  But slipped over the weekend.

We tried the emergency vet in Charleston, but they didn't have a veterinarian on duty on a Sunday morning.  (And let me say something, Bradley-McMinn Pet Emergency Clinic, that's pretty shitty).  We took him on to Chattanooga, where the vet prescribed some antibiotics and painkillers.

His condition continued to drop precipitously Sunday. 

We had to have him put to sleep Monday.  He was in too much pain.

I only got to live with him for a couple years, but I knew him for more than seven. 

He was a good dog.

The house seems very empty without him.

Even with the Siamese maniac running around like a lunatic.

Mongo was a good boy.  May he rest in peace.  May we meet him again at the clearing at the end of the path.....

Monday, March 11, 2019

Captain Marvel

Shyam and I wandered out to catch Captain Marvel last night.  In a couple words, we enjoyed it.

A few thoughts (Spoiler Warning, and whatnot):


  • I enjoyed the Brie Larson/Samuel Jackson dynamic.  Lots of good give and take, there.  Impeccable timing between the two.
  • I enjoyed getting to see Samuel Jackson in a Marvel movie not being such a frigging heavy.  When Jackson showed up again in Iron Man 2, his Nick Fury was fun and funny.  The Fury that shows up in the Whedon and Russo Marvel flicks is grim, and not a lot of fun to watch....there's no meat there for him to grab on to, even in Winter Soldier.  
  • Jackson's gasp when the extent of the Flerken is revealed is comic gold.  I could watch that a million times....
  • Kudos for making Ben Mendelsohn and the Skrulls three-dimensional.  Plus, my mind KEPT doing the thing about "Don't trust Skrulls" and "Don't trust Ben Mendelsohn's character" over and over.  
  • The red and gold Captain Marvel color shift when Carol decides to redesign her costume as a nod to Shazam was a nice touch.
  • I enjoyed how bright the movie seemed.  It was a stark contrast to the mid-credits scene, where Carol shows up at the Avengers HQ.  I'm sure that the color palate choice for all the Endgame stuff has been a conscious choice.  It's just pretty harsh how dark it looked, compared to the end of Captain Marvel.
  • Damn, Marvel.  You can make a cat puking entertaining.  I watch that shit several times a year, and it's not nearly so entertaining.....

Sunday, March 03, 2019

Thoughts

Just a few random thoughts.

We watched the movie First Reformed last night.  This past year (three years?) have been rough for trying to catch movies.  We'd intended to catch it when it was in Downtown West last year, but never made it up.  It's streaming, and we sat for it last night.  Great performance from Ethan Hawke.  I am not mature enough, however, to not throwback to an Amazing Jonathan bit near the movie's climax.....

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After the movie last night, I found out that a former co-worker was killed this week.  Jessica Whaley wasn't typical, inasmuch as there are a lot of employees who come and go, and as soon as they're gone, I don't give them a second thought.

Jessica was different.  I always thought of her as something of a wandering spirit.  She was kind, and had a weird sense of humor, which is where we seemed to connect.   Her mind was usually other places, though.  She had a flighty air that some mistook for a lack of intelligence.  She had a decent head on her shoulders, but sometimes seemed that she'd lost her way.  This didn't always lead to being a model employee.  Still, she was very kind, and she was great with kids, and I was always rooting for her to find her path.

I hate that it ended so soon, and in this way.  There has been an arrest....

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Tonight is the second anniversary of my Dad's passing.

He collapsed at home somewhere around 10:45 or so.  I was closing the store that night.  Mom called to let me know ambulances were on the way, but that he wasn't breathing, and that he was probably gone.  I made it to their house by 11:20.   EMT's were working on him in the ambulance by then.  They told us they'd gotten a pulse back, and were taking him to the hospital.

We went to the hospital, we waited for two hours in the waiting room.  He was pronounced dead just after midnight.  We weren't told until after two.  That still grinds my ass a bit, our sitting there for two hours, tortured.  We had to ask before anybody could be assed to come tell us anything.

That was the toughest week I'd ever gone through.  I still think of Dad daily.  There have been several times over the past year that I wish he were still here, just so I could talk to him, bounce some of the thoughts rattling around in my head about work, about life.

I don't know how two years passes so quickly.

Two Days Off? In a Row?

Today is the second day of a weekend off.

The first such that isn't associated with a vacation since September.

Yep.  That's great, isn't it?

Tuesday, February 05, 2019

Oh, Realty?

Seen whilst wandering the Twitter....

Monday, February 04, 2019

February, and Whatnot

This was my view for the Super Bowl last night.

I'm still not sure how I managed that.

It's my own fault.  I usually try to take a vacation week so that I don't get scheduled out of the game.

Still, I'm not sure how it happened.

I didn't have any particular dog in the hunt.  I just enjoy getting to watch the game with friends.

I dunno.  The whole "holidays are for other people" thing is wearing me out.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Indy

I've been on vacation this week.  Finishing a couple projects.  Watching a few movies.  We've wandered into the Indiana Jones movies this week.  Doing this somewhat out of order, we did Raiders early in the week, Last Crusade last night and Temple of Doom tonight.  

I may even do Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.  I am undecided.

What I am decided upon is this:  I want to live in the parallel universe where instead of the 3 Indy movies from the 1980's, and the fourth from a decade ago or so, we have Indy start getting the Bond treatment, and we get a new Indy movie every few years, with a new actor taking over the Indiana Jones role so often.

In that reality, Crystal Skull isn't reviled like it is here.  It's simply the tenth Bond movie, where Harrison Ford takes the role he made famous one last time.  (And I've maintained that it's not as bad a flick as some make it out to be.  It's a perfectly pulpy flick.  It's not as strong as the first three, but it's not as far behind Temple of Doom as people like to pretend...)

In that reality, we have a couple of 90's Indy movies, with somebody like a Mel Gibson in the role.  And then, in 1999, we have Brendan Fraser taking the role, and we have a story of Indiana Jones fighting the Mummy, with Stephen Sommers directing, and Rachel Weisz and Arnold Vosloo along for the ride.  We could even do a Indiana Jones and the Scorpion King sequel.....
Then, somewhere around 2004 we get a couple Brad Pitt as Indiana Jones.

Then we'd have Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

And then a couple more with somebody like a Channing Tatum.  Or, interestingly:  Sam Rockwell.

And, in that reality, for Memorial Day 2019, we're looking at Idris Elba taking over the role.....

Eh.  Just meandering.  It'd be cool.....