(Well, here we go again. Another long-form project of sorts that I hope will be finished before late September, when my writing business kicks into high gear with the Halloween blogging and NaNoWriMo. Until then, it's the summer! Warm sun, sandy beaches, grilled delights, cool drinks... and the beginning of this project, the long-awaited critical analysis/trip log of Quantum Leap. Before that, though... Well, I will let my past self explain. It's a little long and meandering, but put your trust in me and follow along as I grind my axe finally, won't you?)
Let's talk, you and I. Let's talk about betrayal.
I am writing this on May 24th, 2022. Night Of The Loving Dead Part 2 is currently being published on the blog as I write this. By now you may have read the coda, where I go into an existential crisis over the show threatening wild shit like aliens or a metaphysical battle between the sentient forces of prosperity and curse. Zombie Land Saga put me in an awkward spot of worry, the first time the show has ever truly done that to me. I've been here before, though. Over the last five years, I've voyaged to some of the highest heights in my internal landscape. The media I've talked about has moved and changed me, inspiring me on a fundamental level to think and do and create better. I sincerely cannot thank it enough for that. There's no such thing as perfect media, though, and on several occasions these important things have betrayed me and my trust. They've let me down, and those compounded letdowns compared to my own beliefs and tastes have led me here today, to exorcise the negativity in my heart and vent my frustrations once and for all on this page here.
