I had a flash of my own supervillain origin story moment this morning on the way into work. I was listening to NPR (always a mistake to listen to radio news instead of Fall Out Boy) and heard the President's blistering speech about the complete failure of the Senate to pass any gun reform. I was enraged all at once about how little anyone seems to care about anything, and how cruel and selfish people are, and I envisioned myself creating a giant empathy machine I could plug everyone into, so that gun rights lobbyists could feel the pain of an elementary school tragedy, and so everyone could have a personal story to reference when confronting what seems like an abstract political issue. Anyway, the idea spiraled out of control pretty quickly, as all things I would do as a supervillain inevitably would, and finally I remembered to turn off the news and put on Save Rock and Roll, and I sort of pulled myself together.
I've been a mess of impulses this week. Coming back from vacation is hard, and trying to find the groove where I don't completely throw over the rest of my life for writing, but don't let the chaos of life erode my writing goals is a struggle. All that's really happened so far is that I've flailed a lot and written about vampire detectives, so, we're going to keep working on that balance thing.
Last night,
ataratah offered to give me an introduction to Person of Interest, and it was a short road from "there's this machine, and this guy, and this other guy" to me all-capsing about whether or not anyone had written Finch-The Machine bodyswap. So, I'll probably start watching this weekend. I've also added Elementary to my watch list, thanks to your awesome recommendations.
And otherwise my brain is waiting for the forsythia to bloom, and spinning on a chorus: Hey young blood.
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