Tonight the ArcLight Theater in Hollywood is hosting a special presentation of “Aliens” in the Cineramadome. In honor of this rare opportunity to catch the 1986 classic on the big screen, I’d like to invite you to take a moment to quiet your mind and join me in unearthing your inner Ripley.
I’m not going to lie to you, gentle reader—this has been a challenging week for me. Let’s just say my vigilance faltered, and I allowed a dangerous parasite to slip past quarantine and take up residence aboard my spacecraft. An ungodly beastie has been lurking around the dark corridors of my mind, one that I believed to have been effectively dispatched years ago. Rather than initiating the self destruct sequence or hitting the salon for an ill-advised haircut, I have been making every effort to gas up my flamethrower and draw the monster out of hiding for a stand-up fight.
Occasionally you may find that you have allowed yourself to drift into unconsciousness, denial, or 57 years of hypersleep. Make no mistake; any foe which you have neglected to truly face will still be waiting when you return to a state of awareness. Left unchecked its ranks will swell, and where before there was one you will now find dozens, all intent on rendering you helpless, invading your body, and destroying you from the inside-out.
Please be gentle with yourself. It’s all too easy to accept blame and shoulder the full responsibility of the situation. You did the best you could with the resources that were available to you at the time. We are often forced to confront old patterns, fears, and insecurities—not as punishment, but rather as an opportunity to make different choices. These are the real monsters, you see, and they do mostly come at night.
This time things will be different. This time you will be prepared. This time it’s war.
You are not being dragged into this against your will, and you have an arsenal at your disposal: the benefit of experience, friends and trained professionals, and the steely resolve to finish this once and for all. Stand tall, and when fear makes a final attempt to wrap its slimy claws around your ankle blow it out of the goddamn airlock.
Oh, go ahead and get that sensible new haircut. It suits you.