I started to write an hour ago. I was going to say how I am finally getting through a day without feeling sleepy, then I fell asleep. You have to appreciate the irony. Is this not a coincidence? Was it thinking about that brought on the drowsiness? I suspect it was. I’ve been asking artists and labels to send me music to play. Sadly, some labels just ignore my entreaties, others are eager to help. As you can guess it’s the larger ones that ignore me. I know my musician friends go through exactly the same thing when the try to book gigs or get radio play. The other way I’m expanding my library is ripping all my CDs. This process is a bit painful as they were all ripped at one point or another, but I lost many when my hard drive fried. That means I have to check each one to see if it was already ripped. One thing I’m finding is that files are missing on some of them. I fix that when I catch it. I’m putting my digital music house in order. What I’m mainly missing is what was on all the CDs I had acquired before 2012, that’s all the classics. I have replaced some but not all of them. If anyone would like to send me digital music I’d appreciate it.
What was I doing while ripping CDs today? Watching Black Lightning. I had no idea the new season started a month ago, so I binge-watched. The show’s writing does not lend itself to binging. Clever marketing and gimmicks don’t usually work on me, but the CW’s strategy of having interconnected shows with crossovers works with me. I don’t love Superman & Lois or Black Lightning and Supergirl has worn out it’s welcome. The only one I still love is The Flash, but I still watch all of them. I left out Legends of Tomorrow, which ranks below Supergirl. One problem with the writing on almost all sci-fi/superhero adjacent series is the repetitive trope that one character keeps a secret from another, one that should never be kept, and it leads to a crisis of distrust. The characters never learn. There was a new particularly stupid variation going on in Black Lightning. The titular character’s wife met secretly with his arch enemy that killed Black Lightning’s father, and threated their entire family, and is considering making a deal with him. He finds out and his best friend tells him to let it go, she’ll tell him when she’s ready. Oy! I wanted to throw things at the screen. I run through more TV sets that way.
WandaVision ended its run on Friday. Every week I posted on Facebook, “WandaVision!” I didn’t need to say more. Week after week it delivered the goods in an intelligent and original way. The show was the antithesis of formulaic. Its style evolved over its 9-week run. It went from all questions sprinkled in light comedy to dark drama with some, but not all, the answers. So much for my idea for blogging about TV. Not that much to say.
Tips of icebergs keep coming into my mind. I’m afraid of being dashed by the submerged portions. A common thread is things that bother me about other people leading me to be bothered by the fact that they affect me like they do. I’ll give one short example. There is someone that I deal with on a Facebook group that has issues. The problem is that I’m not sure if he’s morally at fault or has some sort it’s a condition he has no control over. In a Facebook group that he runs he’s praised in the group description as being eminent in the field. I had never heard of him, so I googled him and found that all he’s known for is being banned from Wikipedia and another basic internet resource for creating sock puppets. As soon as I read that I suspected that the person that praised him in the group description was himself speaking through a sock puppet. The alleged author is never heard from on the group. But here’s the thing, so what? Yes he pontificates and repeatedly makes the same incorrect statements, and is occasionally racially insensitive, not racist, he uses language strangely, but why do I let that bother me? Maybe he’s a schmuck, and maybe he’s troubled. Maybe he’s both, they are not mutually exclusive. It feels silly when I talk about it. Thanks that helped. Therapy was canceled last week and will be again this week. I needed someone to listen, and you did an admirable job.
Wise Madness 