Tag: depression

comics

Things That Went Horribly Awry

Some things are beyond our control. Some things are beyond a creator’s control as well. I can sympathize with this, even if the end product ends up poor. For example, I was absolutely in love with a particular series. The start hooked me immediately and I was fully invested. And then something happened to one …

comics

Crossovers Over Timelines

I know it’s been done, but I always appreciate when someone’s able to do a crossover well. And not just any crossover, but a crossover between two entire disparate timelines or events that somehow impact the overarching storyline. I thought Avengers: Infinity War did that well, with two entirely separate stories that didn’t really touch except …

work

Seamless Recreations

It’s been a bad couple of days. I was planning on writing about how much I love it when someone reboots/re-imagines something and actually makes it better, while still leaving room for the old material to fall into continuity. However, this weekend, I spent an evening with my wife at my old job’s Christmas party, …

personal development

Genius

I love the idea that everyone has a genius inside of them, unique and specific to them. Of course, there will be similarities.  Many people have a genius for music or math or social situations.  But not all of them do it the same way, not exactly. That’s kind of the beauty of this universe.  …

philosophy

Process, Not Product

Life’s been a little turbulent lately.  Money’s woefully tight, with more bills and debts begging for attention all the time.  I suffered a personal loss, as my grandmother finally laid down after years of slowly disintegrating.  Professionally, work is a mess.  I find myself increasingly disengaged as my patience for other people’s bullshit and unwillingness …

Writing

Hello, World

I’ve been thinking about how to say “Hello, world.”  I don’t really have an answer. Part of the issue is that I spent the first thirty years of my life operating under the assumption that my intelligence would carry me through.  Blinded by personal dogma, I didn’t really understand who the enemy truly was, or …