Tomorrow is my first day back to work; I don’t know if I’m looking forward to it or not. Yes, I know I need to go back, you know, because money, but I don’t really know if I’m excited to go back. I’m ambivalent at best.
Prime and I have been catching up on the various Netflix Marvel series; we’ve gotten through the first season of Daredevil and now we’re starting on Jessica Jones. At least Jessica Jones isn’t as gratuitous with the violence; Daredevil had several scenes that caused me to yelp. Action sequences are fine. I have a huge problem with death, to be honest, probably because I know that once this existence is over, that’s it. We’re done. Granted, a number of the characters in Daredevil had it coming, but some of that was disturbing. However, at least two different scenes involving some pretty severe violence actually got a couple of “Hell yeahs” out of me: one involving Wilson Fisk’s father and another involving the first hood that Matt Murdock went after. Both scenes were brutal but I couldn’t turn away. So maybe needless suffering is what bothers me, not so much the violence. (Trust me, an abusive POS getting laid out is damn satisfying if not outright cathartic.)
Today is the start of meteorological fall. Summer is over. Now it’s time for me to gather up the supplies and get ready to spend another winter indoors, snuggling with Lulu and playing Pokémon. I have Diamond and Pearl coming in November and Legends: Arceus in January. I won’t be bored. I’ll be fine. I just hope we have some normalcy by next year; I would like to go to a BotCon, after all.