Wibble wobble

We type the words and see what comes. It's always the way it works. Sometimes there's a vague idea and sometimes it's all just a stream of consciousness. That's the fun. I could be thinking about a commentary that I just listened to, or the Glen Cook novel that I was just reading, or even the friends that I've been missing and then a random idea about the Muppets, or Doctor Who, or the correct way to write a scene about a woman who's emerged into a world dominated by triangles. I mean, it's all just cabbage in the ears of a random soldier of rationality. Or perhaps it's a random soldier against rationality.

One of my many fascinations in the world is about how people are different but in some ways the same. It's true and not true at the same time. I'm as unlike other people as I can be in a myriad of ways but there's always that grounding of what's similar between people to unite us. It's strange to think that that has to be true for even the most hideous and disgusting despots and criminals, and that maybe we despise them is because there's a commonality. Gosh, humans, we stink. A terrible species, but still the best of the best.

Humanity is quite well defined in the movie 'Night Shift' from 1982, which is a film that teeters on the brink of falling into a nightmare zone of unacceptability without ever falling. I'll write a piece on it as I was genuinely surprised by its effectiveness. It seems as if Ron Howard was born to direct Michael Keaton and poke me into tears from time to time. Darn you, Ron Howard!

<pauses, and then misses random word generator>

'If you don't have the capacity to feel bad then you also can't feel good.' Is it a truism; A self-evident truth? Is it? It certainly seems as if depression is a suppression of both misery and joy, leaving one in the grip and neutral murk that lies between, and never falling into the light soaring into the abyss. This too is fascinating. What does it mean though? That we have to pay for the moments of joy with tears of sadness from time to time? Maybe, maybe not. This bears further thought, and for that there will need to be pie.

Mmmm... pie...

O.