…it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. — Macbeth, Act V, Scene V
“I’m a travelin’ man, made a lotta stops all over the world” – Yes, I’m on the road again, last week in San Antonio, which afforded an opportunity to spend some quality time with the Darling Daughter, and this week in…well, the less said about that the better. Security and all that, old bean. I can say there’s no Storm of the Century happening here and the weather is unseasonably pleasant, which eases the sting of being away from home and hearth. I’ve been in the southern U.S. during one or two major snow events, and it was way too sporty on the roads for my comfort. Keep it between the ditches, y’all. Better yet, keep it at home with a warm beverage and a good movie or three.
Blogging 101 – I’m still following along with the WordPress introductory blogging course, though my schedule has made a shambles of my intent to be a model student, diligently complete all course assignments, and hobnob with my fellow students in the forums. I have obtained some useful insights, namely that my blog lacks both focus and interaction, two shortcomings I’ll be working hard to overcome this year. The blood-freezing spectre of “branding” has also reared its ugly head, and I can’t yet say I understand how to transform my online identity into a pervasive brand without hog-tying my creative freedom and imperiling my immortal soul. I’ve wrestled this issue before. Sigh. Anyhow, I’m sure you’ve already noticed the look of things has changed a bit here, with a different theme, tagline, and less-cluttered layout. The most recent addition to the Family Pack, Samster the Hamster, adorns the title banner as official Icon of the Frederation, because he’s all about the attitude.
The Man Without Fear – For some reason, I stopped three episodes short of finishing the first season of Daredevil on Netflix a few months ago. I watched those last three episodes this week, and was mostly happy with the way things wrapped up. The conclusion was a bit formulaic—Murdock finds his focus, dons his iconic costume, wins a hard-fought victory over his nemesis, and assumes guardianship of Hell’s Kitchen, brooding over his domain like a medieval gargoyle, awaiting the next cry for help. I loved the way this series portrayed its complicated characters, with all their foibles, conflicts, and compromises. It treated Matt Murdock’s Catholic faith seriously and with respect as an important part of his struggle to be a true hero and effective crimefighter without crossing the line from protector to vigilante. I’m eager to see how this thread continues into the second season as Murdock confronts a true vigilante in Frank Castle, the Punisher.