The events leading up to the birth of my son, Oliver happened very quickly. There are aspects of it that I remember and Monica does not and vice versa. Between the two of us, we were able to piece together the 36 hours it took to bring him into this world.
First off, we received three different due dates during the course of Monica’s pregnancy. They were March 4th, March 6th, and March 8th. The 6th was the most recent one so that’s what we were going by. That day came and went without incident. Then, at about 8:30 PM on Thursday, March 7th, Monica’s water broke. After consulting with her doctor, she was instructed to come into the hospital when her contractions were four minutes apart or 7 AM the next morning, whichever came first. At this point, we waited. I emailed work to let them know I wouldn’t be in the next day, then I played some Lego Batman 2. I went to sleep around midnight.
Monica woke me up at around 5 AM. She had been up since 2 AM with contractions, walking around the house. It was time to go to the hospital. We arrived at around 5:30 and got checked in to the Labor and Delivery wing. They were in the midst of a shift change so the doctor and nurse that got us set up left within an hour. This was disappointing as the doctor that was on duty was a friendly one that Monica liked. The next one coming up was the one that everyone hated. The other women in our Lamaze class all hated this lady too. This was not looking optimistic as we would have to deal with this lady for 24 hours.
After walking around the maternity ward for a little while in an effort to move the labor along, Monica was put on Pitocin, a drug that would get things moving a bit. Unfortunately this meant that she would be confined to the bed until the baby was born. We watched some stuff on my tablet and basically hung out for awhile. When the contractions got to be more intense, she was put on some pain medicine that made her drowsy. She slept for about two hours and I attempted to do the same in the strange pull out chair that was in the room.
Here’s the thing about sleeping in the Labor and Delivery wing: It’s very difficult. I was encouraged to sleep and be as well rested as I could be as I needed to be there for my wife. There was a weird chair in the room that extended out into a pseudo-bed after pulling a variety of straps and handles. If I managed to get comfortable enough to fall asleep for a few minutes, it would inevitably be interrupted by a loud page over the intercom, a screaming woman next door giving birth, or the IV machine beeping for what felt like forever. This combined with the fact that I only had a couple Pop Tarts and Famous Amos cookies to eat for about 6 hours, was making me feel woozy.
Fortunately, the nurse staff ordered me breakfast. This arrived about four hours later. I inhaled two cold pieces of French toast and went back to helping Monica. As a man, there’s not much else you can do in this situation. You hold her hand and help her breath through the contractions. You keep her company and comfort her when necessary. You really just have to be there and support the hell out of her because she’s doing something amazing and it cannot compare to anything you will ever do in your life.
OK. Time passed. This part is a little hazy. I don’t think much was going on really. Monica wasn’t progressing all that much but the contractions were increasing in intensity and pain. She got to the point where she couldn’t take it anymore and was put on an epidural. Whoever invented this procedure is a saint. Basically, pain medication is injected right near her spine and a catheter is put in to keep it a continuous flow of the drug. The effect is that she can’t feel the pain going on in the lower half of her body. This was a pretty immediate change and it was very helpful. Up until this point, it was difficult to watch, not because it was unpleasant but because I was basically sitting there powerless as my wife was in near constant pain. This helped her a great deal and I’m thankful for it.
Monica rested for a bit and I tried to get some sleep. It’s at around this time that I came down with a horrendous headache. This is one that can completely knock me out. I felt nauseous. Usually these headaches are cured with a quick nap but as I mentioned before, sleep is difficult when you’re a guest in the hospital. Somehow, I managed to get a few winks of slumber before the fun began.
At around 1 AM, Monica was dilated enough to start pushing. She did not feel the urge to push, but the nurse (the 4th one that we had seen) said that the baby was low enough and she should start trying to push him out. She started and kept trying in a variety of positions for about 1.5 hours. Nothing happened. Also, this is the part of the delivery that you see in the movies, but there’s not a team of people rushing around to do stuff just yet. Instead, it’s just the one nurse that’s helping and encouraging Monica and there’s me. No one else comes in until the baby is really ready to come out.
This nurse was the nicest of the bunch. She was Phillipino and she talked with a bit of an accent. Between pushes, she told us about her life and family and asked us questions about hours. At one point, she was telling us about her cat. I heard the name as “Whizzle” which I thought was weird, but sounded kind of cool. She said that the cat got that name because he would follow her son around when he would whistle. Ohhhhh!! Whistle! The cat’s name is “Whistle” not “Whizzle.” I guess that makes more sense. (NOTE: Monica claims that she heard the woman right and I’m crazy for thinking this. She was also on pain medication at the time.)
After pushing for some time with no real progress, Monica took a break and got some more rest. I tried to get some rest and ended up reading some comics. It wasn’t until around 7 AM on Saturday (now over 24 hours in the hospital), that she began to push again. This time we were ushered along by an Eastern European nurse. She came in during the shift change and proceeded to decrease Monica’s epidural drip and started moving her around like a rag doll. This was an abrupt change from the pleasant woman that we dealt with overnight. This lady would grab Monica’s leg and whip it around or move her over before she was ready to scoot along the bed. It was crazy. The best part was what she would say when Monica was pushing. She’d alternate between says “Stronger! Stronger! Stronger!” which sounded like “Stronga! Stronga! Stronga!” and saying “Push-Push-Push-Push-Push.” It’s now almost two months after this happened and I’m still giggling whenever anyone says either of those words because this woman is what immediately comes to mind.
After a few more hours of pushing, the doctor came in and figured out what the hold up was. It seemed that the baby didn’t turn all the way like he was supposed to. When the baby comes down the birth canal, he rotates 90 degrees to fit through the pelvic bones and then turns back. This is because the kid’s head is too big to fit through normally. Oliver was basically stuck. No one was worried because his heart beat was steady throughout the entire labor. To help get him out, the doctor used a small vacuum that attached to the top of his head and basically sucked him out. This part of the process lasted just a few minutes and before we even realized it, he was plopped right on Monica’s chest.
I was holding Monica’s hand throughout this part and I stayed with her as they cleaned up the baby. I did cut the cord and it is a really weird feeling to do so. It’s not like cutting string or anything. It’s flesh and sinew and it’s icky, but it’s my kid. After they cleaned off the muck, I sat and held my son for the first time. He grabbed onto my finger and it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Here was a little person that was half me and half Monica and he was only 20.5 inches long.
So that’s how Oliver came into this world. There’s more to this story but this post is already long enough. Next up we have the move to the maternity ward, bringing Oliver home, and learning how to keep him from crying.
One month ago today, I became a father. I wish I could tell you that it was a sweeping change that immediately altered my entire way of life, but that’s not how it happened. In fact, the feeling of being a dad didn’t really hit me until almost three weeks after my kid was born. It wasn’t that I was neglecting my child or forgetting he was around. It’s just that I didn’t think of myself as a father for a little while. The things that went through my mind were the same ones that I had before my son came around. I was still thinking of what comics I was going to read later or what video game to play this weekend.
So anyway, here’s Oliver Rhys Ferguson. He’s now one month old and he’s pretty great. I know that Egon Raphael was a cool name, but we weren’t really going to call him that.
The one thing that people said a lot when they found out Monica was pregnant was “Enjoy your sleep now.” That’s not really a piece of advice and it’s kind of annoying. I understand that newborns don’t sleep through the night, just as I understand that they’re not going to have a job or use the toilet. Although people tried to warn me that I would be incredibly sleep deprived, it hasn’t been nearly as bad as they made it out to be. (Side note: Not a single person offered any suggestions as to how to get the kid to sleep longer.) Monica and I split the night up into shifts. I take the first feeding that happens between 10 PM and midnight and she handles the next one. Then I take care of him in the morning as I’m getting ready for work. This allows us each to have long stretches of rest and it’s helped a great deal.
In preparation for Oliver’s arrival, I read Dad’s Pregnant Too, which wasn’t a bad book but it was written in a very hokey style that I couldn’t get into. It offered some good tips but many were incredibly basic. If you seriously need to be told not to call your pregnant wife “fat”, you’re a friggin’ moron. As a follow up to this, I’ve been reading The Happiest Baby on the Block. It was referenced a few times in Dad’s Pregnant Too and elsewhere so I figured I’d give it a whirl. This one reads like an informercial in many ways, with the author talking about ancient baby-calming secrets that he’s going to share with you. The stuff I’ve learned from the book has been helpful so it was worth my time to read it.
The past few posts I’ve made on this site have been about how I’d like to write more. I don’t intend to turn this into a Daddy Blog, constantly posting about my kid, but he’s obviously a big part of my life now. There will be many more posts about Oliver and the various things he does or does not do. I’d love to show him these posts one day and show him all the stupid things he’s done when he’s older. “Yes, Oliver, you once peed on your own face. Apparently this is something that all guys do when they’re babies. The President probably did it too.” So, I’ve created a new category on the blog called Son of the Ferg that will house all posts made about my child. That’s where those will live for the time being.
Over the past six months or so I’ve dove head first into digital comics. I gave up on single issues awhile back but I never gave up on the print graphic novel. I still read them and it’s easy to take one off the shelf. This changed as I started playing with the Marvel Comics app on my tablet. Marvel is doing digital right. I’m not talking about giving away a digital copy of a book when you buy the print version. I think that’s silly and a waste. Of course, there’s no data to back up whether or not people are actually redeeming them.
Anyway, here’s what Marvel does: Every week they give away 2-4 comics on their app. They change up the books every week, but the free titles are available for two weeks. Once you “buy” them, they’re linked to your account and you can read them whenever you want. The free issues are usually the first issues of a title or a new arc. This is now as a “good jumping on point.” I like to call it “sampling” because that’s what it is. You know that phrase “The first taste is free”? That applies here too. I tried out Avengers Academy and Secret Avengers because Marvel offered the first issues of both books free on their app. I liked them and went out and bought the first trade paperback of Avengers Academy. Then came my watershed moment. They put the first few issues of both series on sale for $0.99 an issue. I jumped in and grabbed the first two arcs of both books digitally. Suddenly I was a digital comics consumer. That was just the beginning. Now I find myself stalking the comiXology site every day looking for sales.
There are some drawbacks to the medium though. I don’t actually own these comics. What I own is a license to read some titles through these apps or on my computer. I can’t make a backup of them to read later or print them out or something. If comiXology goes under, my comics are gone. Sucks, doesn’t it? But fortunately, they’re doing very well.
The pros far outweigh the cons. I can access hundreds of comics whenever I want as long as I have an Internet connection. Why limit myself to a single trade paperback when I can carry around my tablet and read whatever I want? Plus I can read the comics panel-by-panel, giving the art lots of room and allowing me to look at all the little details that make up each one.
In addition to all this, I signed up for Marvel’s Digital Comics Unlimited. It’s a service like Netflix but for comics. You can access a library of over 10,000 issues but you can only do it through their site in their flash based viewer. This is great for me because I have a Samsung Galaxy Tab which allows flash and not an iPad because I hate Apple products (I write as I type this on my MacBook, which I also now hate). The viewer is a little wonky and the library can be spotty, missing sporadic issues. What bugs me most is how slow the site can be when browsing through the directory. I can load up a page and it takes forever to load which is a crime in this day and age.
Now that I have access to all of these comics through a single device, I’ve found that I don’t read physical comics all that often. I have a bunch of graphic novels that I haven’t read yet sitting on a shelf in the next room but I can’t bring myself to pick them up. They feel so annoying to go through now. How can I go back to that when I’ve had such a better experience with digital funny books? These are the problems that I find myself facing now.
Oh hey, I have a blog. I remember this. I haven’t posted anything in 4 months, though not for lack of trying. I would occasionally come up with an idea for a post but I would either forget it or just never get around to writing it out. I have been a little busy though. Why am I defending myself? It’s my site. I’ll update it when I want.
Anyway, let’s not start this very late blog post aggressively. Happy times are ahead. As of this writing, my wife Monica is 26 weeks pregnant with our first child. It’s a boy…or at least it will be come March 2013. Right now it’s the size of a lettuce or a similarly shaped fruit or vegetable. We held off on telling people until my Mom’s birthday. We went up to take her out to lunch the Sunday before which also happened to be Grandparents Day. We didn’t just blurt it out. Instead we got her a shirt that says “World’s Best YaYa” (Greek for Grandma). She was chatting away while opening the gift. She opened the shirt up and read out loud “World’s Best…” then there was a huge gasp. Her eyes bugged out of her head. “REALLY?!?” Yup. It was great.
I also dropped the news at work the next day at our weekly status meeting. I did it casually. After going over the items I had to discuss I just said “Oh, and the other piece of news I have is that my wife is pregnant.” I didn’t mention that this was a meeting with myself and about a dozen women so everyone started yelling in excitement. Great reaction.
Now the focus is on preparation. I finished priming the walls in the baby’s room — formerly the media library — today. I’m about halfway through Dad’s Pregnant Too, a book written for guys about pregnancy. It’s not bad but it could be a lot better. The writer makes a lot of lame jokes and some of the “tips” he provides seem like common sense. He says more than once throughout the book that you shouldn’t call your wife fat. You shouldn’t do that even if she’s not pregnant. I thought that was obvious. Are guys really that dense that they need a reminder?
We also registered at Babies R Us but we’re still adding stuff as we’re not sure of everything we need. No one really tells you how intimidating registering for a baby is. It’s insane. You know you need a car seat but you didn’t realize there’s about 60 of them on display at the store and another batch available online. So which one do you want? And how many? Yeah, you need more than one. Everything else is the same way. Bottles should be easy, right? There’s about a billion of those. Everyone has an opinion about each of the items too.
I was thinking yesterday that I might attempt to write a blog post a day again. I know that’s laughable after going four months without an update but I think the baby is going to change my priorities. I also think the daily post would be more about him than anything. If you listen closely, that’s the sound of my buddy AR unsubscribing. Seriously, my kid is going to come into a world where it’s incredibly easy to document his life. He’s not going to remember anything that happens for the first couple years of being alive. Why not try to chronicle it in some way, even if it’s just a quick post about something funny he did that day?
I’ve been toying with the idea of doing a podcast for awhile. It seems that having this blog, a Twitter account, a Facebook page, and writing stuff on HorrorTalk just isn’t enough to hold me over when it comes to gabbing about nerdy crap. I know that there’s only so much I can talk to my wife about this kind of stuff before she outright divorces me. So I teamed up with BJ Boothe to record something…anything really. We bitched about nerdy stuff that bugged us for a good hour and the result is now called Raging Nerdon.
You can listen to the first episode below. We’re still getting the hang of this and when we recorded it, we didn’t even have a name. This podcast deals with Marvel’s gay marriage, the outing of Alan Scott, Ultimate Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man, Animal Man, and more. So if you want to listen to two nerds argue about nerdy stuff, look no further.
Also, if you want to get in touch with us for the podcast, you can hit us up at RagingNerdon (at) gmail (dot) com.
I had this great idea last month. See, I love free food. I just think it tastes better. Each day of my life I’m trying to find a way to get free food. Whether it’s lunch with a vendor or cookies leftover from a meeting, I’m constantly on the lookout for it. My idea was to try to quantify it in some way. I want to keep track of it so that after any given time I can look at the amount of free food I’ve been able to get over the course of a given week, month, quarter, year. I was excited about this prospect but it’s proven very difficult.
The basics for what I’d do was as follows. For each item of free food gained, I’d note what it was, the quantity, and who was responsible for it. If possible, I’d also take a picture of it. Sounds easy enough, right? I tried this out and took a few pictures but I quickly forgot to do it much more. Then I started just forgetting to note anything about the food or if I even got any at all.
I’d like to pick this up again, but I think I need to do it with a starting point. Ideally, this would be something I would start on January 1st but I honestly don’t feel like waiting that long. Maybe I’ll try it out again starting on June 1st or July 1st. I just haven’t been motivated enough to do this.
On further thought, maybe this is something that’s better suited for Pinterest. I started up an account awhile back and I’ve been neglecting it somewhat because I still don’t really see the point of it. I could make a special board on it and that’s where I would post my free food pics. A bit to think about but I’d still like to put this together. I wrote a blog post every day for a year once. You’d think I’d be able to take a few pictures of food and note where it came from.
I’ve written about it elsewhere, but I hate comic book fans. I’ve never been a part of a group of people that hated the thing they loved so much. I’ll be the first to admit that not every comic is great but I usually manage to find something to enjoy out of every one that I read. I’m glad that after all of the funny books I’ve read that I’m still able to find that in the medium. That doesn’t seem to be the case for most fans which is depressing.
Recently AMC (the same network that runs The Walking Dead…more on that later), picked up Comic Book Men from Kevin Smith. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a fan of Smith’s work. I’ve seen all his movies — even Cop Out — and I listen to many a podcast. While his book, My Boring-Ass Life, was partially responsible for me starting a blog in the first place, I’m by no means a fanboy. I’ve tried most of the podcasts on the SModcast network but there are several, including Jay and Silent Bob Get Old and Plus One, that I just don’t care for. (For the record, I now only listen to Hollywood Babble-On, SModcast, I Sell Comics, and Tell ‘Em Steve-Dave!.) Anyway, the point is, I checked out the show and I liked it.
Then I went online to see how others reacted to it and I found a couple reviews from large comic sites bashing it. After reading through them, my initial theory of self-hating comic fans seems to still be true. I’m also puzzled by what these people expected Comic Book Men to be about. Smith has said several times that the show is based on the Tell ‘Em Steve-Dave! podcast. If you’ve ever listened to it, you can easily see how the show matches up to it perfectly. The personalities that come through on the podcast each week are the same that are on the show. The dynamic works. Based on the reviews I’ve read, it looks like these sites expected the show to come in and put comics on the map and totally change the negative fanboy stereotype that has stuck with comics for so long. That’s not what the show is about at all. Yes, it’s set in a comic book store and they’re talking about comic book stuff, but the show is about this group of guys that are friends. They joke around and make fun of each other and sometimes people come in with interesting stuff.
That brings me to the next problem that people seemed to have. Comic Book Men features a weird assortment of people coming in to try to sell comics, sketches, and other nerd items to the store. These writers thought that it was unreal or unbelievable or some other nonsense. Here’s the thing. If you think that that strange fat bald guy that was in the second episode trying to sell 3D comics shows up to a comic book store every week in a suit and tie, you’re a friggin’ idiot. The network sent a call out for people to come in with interesting stuff. It is staged. Otherwise it would be a bunch of losers walking into the store with beat up copies of the Death of Superman.
AMC put that together along with the other adventures that the crew has gone on in these first few episodes because working in a comic book store (or any retail environment really) can be incredibly boring. If they set out to make a show about what it would be like to work in a comic book store it would be canceled before it even made it on air. It would consist of a bunch of guys standing around, reading comics, and ringing a register. That sounds riveting, right? It’s got Emmy written all over it.
In case you want further proof of the masochistic nature of the comic book fan, check out this recent post from Blog@Newsarama. The post links to two different sources of people that continue to buy funny books and don’t know why. One of them freely admits that he doesn’t even like the stuff he’s buying but he does it anyway!
Thanks to Geoff Johns, Green Lantern has become one of my favorite super heroes. Unfortunately, my love for the character doesn’t get past the comics. The live action movie last year was pretty lackluster to say the least and the first animated film left something to be desired. I held out hope for the next one though, titled Green Lantern: Emerald Knights. This time the rest of the Green Lantern Corps would get some time in the spotlight as the movie focuses on a few different members of the Corps, none of them being Hal Jordan.
Although I didn’t think it was as good as the main book, the Green Lantern Corps comic was still pretty decent with some interesting stories and more importantly, some characters that I grew to love. That was nowhere to be found in Emerald Knights as each chapter focused on mostly no-name Lanterns aside from Mogo and Kilowag, although the latter wasn’t really the main focus of that segment. The film should have just been called “Story Time with the Green Lanterns.”
The whole thing centers on new Lantern Arisia. Instead of going through normal new recruit stuff like training or learning how to use this immensely powerful weapon that she’s been given, she’s thrown right into an epic battle that has the Guardians so afraid that they’ve moved out of their fortress on Oa. Sounds reasonable. Hal Jordan (who goes on to bang Arisia in the comic, despite the fact that she’s really only like 13) spins a few yarns about past Lanterns to kill time or get into her pants until the big fight against Krona. This guy has a pretty cool story in the comics where he goes back in time to watch the Big Bang only to inadvertently create the Multiverse and the Anti-Matter universe. The filmmakers decided to skip all that interesting back story and just made him a power mad super villain who throws around Anti-Matter. The Green Lanterns fight him by shooting green beams at him. Hooray!
Outside of All-Star Superman, I’ve been incredibly disappointed by all of the DC animated movies. Each one seems to at least try to be a decent film but just misses the mark entirely. They go after name actors instead of professional voice actors and throw together a hodge-podge of a storyline that sort of resembles a popular arc in the comics. I thought this might be my inner fanboy struggling to be free, but it’s not that. I can accept the idea that some specifics need to change in the transition of the story from the comic to the film, but this is more than that. These movies are just bad. There are huge plot holes in most of them and they’re just uninteresting.
I don’t write a lot on here about my job and I’m not sure why. Things are actually going pretty well for me at work and there are several things I can talk about but I just don’t. Here are some updates.
I got promoted. That was exciting. My new title is Associate Director of Digital Operations. Fancy, huh? There are two people that report to me now and I promise I won’t abuse my new power. I have to order new business cards. I don’t know what to do with the old ones. I still have a bunch left because they give you a big box full of them so you don’t have to re-order them all that often. What do people do with the old ones? It seems like such a waste to just throw them out.
In related news, I participated in a recruitment video this week. Someone in HR asked if I’d be interested in being a part of it and I figured why not. I was told to wear a vibrant color that I’m comfortable with. “Vibrant” is not a word I would use to describe my vocabulary. I ended up wearing a blue shirt. No one complained. I was the second person to be filmed so I came in as the first person was finishing up. They asked her a question, I don’t remember what, but she gave a great answer to it. You can tell it was great because everyone turned to each other and nodded a lot. One of them wrote something down. I just thought “Crap. There is no way that I’m going to be able to respond to questions like that.” All I wanted to talk about was how I’m the mayor of the office on Foursquare and I get to eat free cookies a lot. The questions I was asked did not pertain to those aspects of my job at all.
I had to sit in this oversized chair for the video. I was already uncomfortable. The camera crew was setting up the shot and they were talking about me. I could only hear mutters of what they were saying but it was stuff like “He needs to move like this.” or “He should move that there.” I finally told them that if they needed me to do something to just tell me and I’ll do it. That started a process of trying to figure out how to get my shirt to not bunch up as I was sitting down. I didn’t notice the bunching but I guess it showed up weird on camera.
The whole experience lasted about 15 minutes. They said I did well but it feels like a blur now. I don’t think I gave that great of an interview, especially when I said that the thing I like the most about where the office is located is that I can eat outside when it’s nice out. I’ll share the final product when it makes it online if I’m in it at all.
I know it comes as a surprise to some people, but despite my love of movies and TV shows and my ever-growing DVD collection, I haven’t seen every movie that’s ever been made. Every few weeks I end up in a conversation with someone and they mention a movie that I haven’t seen. The reaction is always the same: “What do you mean you haven’t seen MOVIE THAT I LOVE SO MUCH AND IS SO AWESOME?! How could you not have seen it?!”
The answer is easy: I’m only one man. I work full time and I try to watch as much as I can but it just isn’t possible. Plus, movies were being released for over 60 years before I was born. That’s a lot to catch up on. I’ll get to your precious movie sooner or later. Relax.
All that brings me to my recent trip down movie memory lane with Tron. I had heard about Tron, seen it parodied and referenced tons of times, but I had never seen it. Fortunately, Amazon had the 5 disc Tron / Tron: Legacy Blu Ray set on sale during Black Friday so I was able to pick that up on the cheap and finally see the movie. I’m not going to go way into it, but I really dug this flick. By all means, I should have. It’s got everything that I love in a movie. Yes, it looks cheesy as hell, but it was fun. I had heard a rumor that Disney didn’t want to release it on Blu Ray when the sequel was hitting theaters because the effects didn’t hold up. That’s believable as they don’t look all that great, even in HD. I can let the dated CGI graphics slide for the story.
The next day I popped in Tron: Legacy and was blown away. This was an awesome movie. It looked and sounded great. The story was amazing. They used magic to de-age Jeff Bridges 20 years. They took everything that was cool about Tron and ditched all the lame stuff to make an epic film. Very cool. The part that’s stuck with me the most is the soundtrack by Daft Punk. I can not stop listening to it now. I must have played through both the original soundtrack and the remixed version at least 3 or 4 times by now. I’m actually listening to the remix as I type this. After watching both movies and listening to the soundtracks, I’ve started playing DJ Hero 2 to get my techno fix. I’m also really jonesing to re-watching Tron: Legacy already.
I’ve definitely missed my window of appreciation for some movies. Case in point, I don’t really give a shit about The Goonies because I saw it for the first time in college. Had I seen the film when I was younger, I would probably think more highly of it, but since I saw it when I did, I think it’s just OK. I was able to enjoy Tron though because it hit me in my inner nerd. Now we can all fight for the user.