Observations 21 MAR 2009

I have very vivid dreams.

I'll spare you most of the details. The summary was that it was breaking (literally) from the past. During one part of the dream, one of the Bad Guys was interrogating me (using methods not covered under the Geneva Convention), and was asking me what I wanted to be, for their own nefarious purposes, of course.

"A Writer", was what I was compelled to reply.

Ask anybody, especially me, and they will tell you I'm a hack.

So, I failed all the Evil Genius Tests, and they threw me out onto a street in Florida, with blue jeans, no shirt, and a briefcase.

How I broke their hold on me (and not just killed them, but DESTROYED them, forever), is probably classic Twilight Zone schlock. I was happily arrested by the corrupt Florida cops at the end of the dream. No bystanders or pets were involved in the denouement. Didn't fire a shot, or a nuke. :)

Part of what brought this on, was last night was the series finale for the new Battlestar Galactica. I got to see tons of stuff online that was normally reserved for the DVD.

It re-enforced something what had been a gut feeling of mine all along: Ronald D. Moore is an arrogant asshole.

Great casting, writing, etc. Magnificent cast. But if Moore is this generations' Great TV Writer, I'm damned glad that I suck.

Moore is the living personification of my Gen X debate opponents.

Listen, carefully, to the podcasts in the enhanced episodes, and hear how he treats his wife, for instance. It's all about him. Wonderful descriptions of the creative process. and nothing else matters. Oh, yeah, he's also resentful of when he can't smoke and booze it up for the podcasts.

He's a genius, all right. And a complete sociopath. Smartest Guy In the Room. And, he's even modest about it. :)

Sounds like what Gen X is, online.

Boy, am I glad that I'm a whining, self-absorbed, good-for-nothing loser Baby Boomer. I'll get a nicer place in Hell, or maybe Purgatory. :)