we need to talk about wil

I’ll be honest. I find a lot of commonality with Wil Wheaton, even though Wil Wheaton and I have lived very different lives.

My parents weren’t particularly overbearing, but I definitely feel the anxiety and the insecurity, the desire for people to think I am more than I am, and the head-up-the-assiness of my fully filled with bullshit youth.

How’s that for a sentence?

My first thought when reading Still Just A Geek was, my god, he’s still stuck, still defined by his bitterness and angry from decades before. Thankfully, it mellowed out a bit, but there was a moment there where I was genuinely concerned for him, that he was going to be forever caught in this bitter hatred, this ravaging insecurity, only now, instead of blaming Hollywood and overplaying his hand, he was blaming his parents.

I mean, shit, is he ever hard on young Wil, even as he’s telling young Wil that it’s not his fault. Plus, there’s an oversensitivity to his own insensitivity, in that he wants to give himself a break for being hard on himself, but excoriates himself repeatedly for even the most minor of politically incorrect offenses (never really truly acknowledging that while we know better now as we’ve grown, it’s just not someone we understood back then, and we cannot live our lives in perpetual guilt for the smallest of past actions, and outrage for the current ones by everyone else).

I worried he’d traded the bluster of overperformative insecurity and anger for the bluster of overperformative modern social standing (and believe me, it is a major pet peeve of mine when it comes to people whose use of modern political correctness is done solely as performance art, to make other people think of them in a way that doesn’t reflect who they truly are – for example, those who think a social media post is all that’s needed to end racism or transphobia. Exposure helps, but if your only interest is in how it makes you look, well then, fuck you. You’re the example right wing fascists use when they want to demonstrate the hypocrisy of the left – and while they’re still assholes and fully in the wrong about pretty much everything, there’s something to that.

Don’t be a hypocritical asshole.

In any case, I made myself do what I always do – devil’s advocate. Because I didn’t want to dogpile on the guy. I enjoy his work. I just worried he’d moved into a space where he’d not really moved, but only shifted the focus, or done some minor redecorating.

Of course, again, this was 2021 when he did all these annotations, so another five years gone and who knows where we are now? I’ll guarantee dredging through those old memories was a trigger for past trauma, so while he may have started with the best of intentions, he may have let that past anger infect him a little. It shows in some of the comments he makes. The second half is better, with more recent and more inspired stuff, but at times, it feels like he’s a little scared to really get into it, to let us dive deep into his psyche.

Then again, as he himself mentions at points, he’s under no obligation to share any of that.

And he’s not. He’s right.

Anyway, this sounds like I’m being a jerk, but I really do identify with the whole thing. I want Wil to be happy because I want myself to be happy. If he is, if he grows and changes and moves on to a full life without all the baggage, well, shit.

Maybe there’s hope for us all.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 726 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Still Just A Geek, Wil Wheaton
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 47-49, Voodoo 4
Music: Foo Fighters Essentials, Foo Fighters (it's been a few foo foo kind of days)

scream therapy

Is this still a thing? I feel like maybe I could get more into kindness if I could just scream it out first.

Or a rage room, but that seems like it’s likely a) creepy and b) likely to cause me injury.

After all, I can dislocate a toe by pivoting on one foot, or throw my back out tying shoelaces.

Smashing shit with a sledgehammer seems maybe a bit fraught.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 897 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Interview With The Vampire, Anne Rice (fucking brilliant)
Comics: Grifter 6-7, WildC.A.T.S. 32-33
Music: Flood, They Might Be Giants

repetition

I think it’s time I got more serious about writing and exploring kindness.

See, The Mungk took me to a dark place because I was thinking about trauma, abandonment and isolation the whole time. The Conflagration of Boor and Aghast made me angry, because tapping into the outrage machine and felt helplessness of modern politics can’t help but do so (also, didn’t help that Trump launched his reign of terror).

Father Lightning is, at its core, an exploration of kindness. So rather than bogging down in anger and hopelessness or despair, it was meant to re-centre me, and re-focus on compassion and empathy and treating people with kindness and respect.

But here I am, thinking about anger and trauma, again.

Going forward, no more pain and anger (well, some pain and anger).

The primary focus of this blog will be kindness, and everything that goes along with it.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2195 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Time For A Tiger, Anthony Burgess (when I started reading this, I thought it might be about an actual tiger, or a tiger as a metaphor for Malaysia near the end of British rule, but nope - a Tiger is a warm beer, and our protagonist spend most of their time not wanting to do anything but stop what they're doing and go have one.  Weird premise, Burgess.  I mean, I understand the sentiment, but weird thing to focus a book on.)
Comics: Voodoo/Zealot: Skin Trade 1, Zealot 1, WildC.A.T.S. 23, Team One/WildC.A.T.S. 2
Music: Five Songs And A Cover, Foo Fighters

shrinkin’

I wish, but I don’t feel like I could ever open up to a therapist.

I like the show though.

Harrison Ford is one of my spirit animals (we share a birthday… Patrick Stewart as well, which is equally cool).

(Also Julius Caesar and Cheech, so you know, pretty good crew.)

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1421 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Call For The Dead, John Le Carre
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 7-10
Music: Fire Water Burn, Bloodhound Gang

relaxed achievement?

It’s weird what a massive burden having a clear to do list on a regular basis can do for one.

Portugal (and subsequent crushing depression) really put me far back; being able to do some of the things I’ve pushed off from day to day feels really good. Like more relaxed.

Getting ahead.

Progressing.

Progress, not product, am I right? (First draft done.)

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2674 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Liza Of Lambeth, W. Somerset Maugham
Comics: WildC.A.T.S. 0, WildC.A.T.S. Trilogy 1-2, WildC.A.T.S. Sourcebook 1
Music: Fingertips, They Might Be Giants

laidback

I don’t know why I get this all the time. People seem to think I’m zen.

My response is usually, you don’t know me very well.

It’s not laidback; it’s defeat. It’s resignation.

It is surrender to hopeless.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2715 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Crime Studio, Steve Aylett
Comics: Gen 13 v4 33-36
Music: Family, Cat Stevens

welcome to the shitshow

Holy fuck. Couldn’t focus on anything at all today.

Failure of a day. Failure of a man.

I think maybe it’s time to go.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 878 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, J.K. (don't call me TERF) Rowling
Comics: Gen 13 v4 10-12, Gen 13: Armageddon 1
Music: Fegmania!, Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians

cinco de marcho

I’m thinking about kindness today. It’s because I’m writing a book where it’s a large part of it, and while I need kindness to play a large role in my life and my person, I find I’m having difficulty tapping into it.

I think the past two-plus years of wallowing and anger have dulled my sense of compassion. I am an empathic being; I feel everything intensely. I am highly affected by other people’s moods.

But that makes me want to withdraw, not connect.

And what I need is connect.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 324 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Twenty-Seventh City, Jonathan Franzen
Comics: Gen 13 v2 26, Gen 13 Bootleg 16, Gen 12 1, Gen 13 Bootleg Annual 1
Music: February 26, 1994, Milan, Nirvana (the last of the bootlegs, I swear.  I think.  For now, anyway.)