Yeah--playing catch-up...
What would your life be, were it a movie? And who would play you?
Ha.
No, seriously. Ha.
My life would be a horrible combination of comedy and science-fiction. One of those truly awful B-movies, I think, where everyone makes fun of the main character and laugh at all the stupid (and scientifically impossible) things that happen to him.
My life is a joke. I accept this.
On the plus side, Brad Pitt would totally play me.
What is good and what is evil?
Now, that...is a different sort of question entirely.
Anything done out of love...
No. No, I'm not sure I believe that whole means being justified by the end crap. There's gotta be more to it, otherwise anyone can say that what they're doing--killing babies, or worse, genetically engineering them--is for a good, noble cause.
Sometimes, I think it's not about good versus evil. It's just about people being people and sometimes doing stupid, fucked-up things because they have no other choice, or because they think they have no other choice, or because they've maneuvered themselves into the position of having no other choice. I can forgive people a lot of things, because I *know* how easy it is to do the stupid, fucked-up thing.
But there's other stuff out there in the world, too, and that's just evil. Arnaud is one sick greedy bastard, and Chyrsalis know that what they're doing isn't for a good, noble cause; they just want power too. They are wrong.
I think at this point it's safest to go with what Bobby Hobbes would probably say.
There are no easy answers, my friend.
What would constitute a 'perfect' evening for you?
Oh, that's easy. Some nice loud music on the stereo, an unopened (so far) beer within easy reach, a pack of cards, my pool table, and a good book. I could play a bit of solitaire, I could play a bit of pool, I could read a bit of philosophy.
I like quiet evenings. Bobby doesn't get that; but then, Bobby didn't used to be a cat burglar for a living and spend most of his nights hanging around dark, empty, locked buildings with adrenaline pumping through your veins. (Then again, he probably spent most of his nights getting shot at or something in some country down in Southern America or over in Eastern Europe. We obviously deal with our adrenaline issues in very different ways.) I don't really need a lot, you know?
Especially these days, when I just don't get enough quiet evenings in. I take what I can get when I can get it.
Muse: Darien Fawkes
Fandom: The Invisible Man (Misc. TV)
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