My recent life: Dark Angel
I’m a fan of a sub-genre of scifi called cyberpunk. Dark Angel not only has a kickass female lead, but is also the only live-action cyberpunk TV show that I’ve heard of. Last night I did a 12-hour marathon to finish off the second season. Reminds me of the time I watched all 12 combined seasons of Buffy and Angel. What’s with me and super-heroines?
Just like the end of my Buffy marathon, the end of Dark Angel leaves me feeling hollow. The real world feels mundane and lackluster. Where’s the excitement, the thrill? Why wasn’t I a genetically-enhanced killing machine that escaped my masters and now helps the world fight to nasty people? Bah. I think it’s comparable to drug withdrawal — though when I go on a caffeine hiatus, it never leaves me depressed (just bad-tempered).
Maybe I should stop watching so much TV. It’s just escapism that allows me to stop thinking about the real world and all its problems. Some people get drunk; I watch reruns. I just wish the real world wasn’t so boring.