"Review"

It was brilliant, damn it.

Vaguely dystopian sci-fi with suspense and an intriguing plot. The setting was indeterminate, regarding time (I'd guess some point in the future, but no telling how far) and place (a city, probably American if it's a nearish sort of future but could have been elsewhere, even another planet, we don't know). The main characters had epic adventures and a believable, non-nauseating romance. The dialog was articulate and witty, snarky and heartfelt at all the right moments. It was so good, that when it ended, coming back to reality actually kind of hurt. I still wanted to know what happened next, or at least go back and watch it again.

But no dice– it was a dream.

It played like a movie. A really frakking awesome movie, that was bound to be a genre favorite, maybe even a "blockbuster". I wish I remembered it well enough to actually make that movie, or perhaps write it out as a book, but like anything I've only watched once, I can only recall the basic gist (and I do mean basic), a line or two, and few "snapshot" images. You'd think, being that the writer, director, "cameraman", and heck, all of the cast/characters, were, in fact, my brain, I'd be able to remember a little better what happened, or at least re-create something similar. But no.

That lovely film was created by my subconscious, who is apparently much more intelligent, creative, and accomplished than my conscious mind, and absolutely refuses to share its brilliance with its conscious counterpart, who could in turn share it with the world...

...'cause my subconscious is a bitch about intellectual property rights.

Figures.

An Interesting Contrast

I fall for fictional characters like it's my job.

It seems every show I watch and love, I fall for the leading man. (Or sometimes not the leading man, but at least one of the guys in the main cast.) Maybe it's just that I like shows more when they have some fine specimen of manliness for me to crush on. Probably both. We all know I'm a sucker. :P

Right now I'm watching through Torchwood and drooling over Captain Jack Harkness. Before this I was catch-up-marathon-ing Bones, and slightly in love with Agent Seely Booth. Clearly there's something about dashing hero types with government backing but a cowboy attitude, but beyond that, those two are rather different.

Booth is completely transparent and loyal to his country and his friends. Jack, on the other hand, is a bit of an enigma, and we're never quite sure exactly where his loyalties lie (so far... maybe it becomes clearer later). Booth seems to mostly have and follow a similar sense of right and wrong as I do, while Jack is apparently a reformed con-man who follows a different moral code and I don't quite understand what his values are. Booth is an old-fashioned one girl [at a time] kind of guy and ultimately in love with Brennan, Jack is... shall we say, indiscriminant, as far as I can tell. Booth is pretty close to perfect, Jack is gorgeous and funny and often infuriating, and they're both irresistible... and fictional. (Details, details.)

A thought, absurd.

My dog likes to hang out in the bathroom, and occasionally takes a dump on the living room rug. I tell him he's mixed up his sitting places with his shitting places, but he's a dog, so he doesn't get it.