I felt my hype creeping up upon hearing that Netflix had gotten rights to create miniseries out of several of Marvel’s superheroes. Netflix has put out some quality original programming in recent years, most taking advantage of the binge-friendly format and creating long-form stories that play out almost like longer movies. I expected much the same out of Daredevil, the first of five planned Marvel offerings hitting Netflix over the next few years. Daredevil has had one cinematic outing in recent history, but to call it “derided” would be an understatement. This series is something of a blank state, as most viewers unfamiliar with the comic know little about the premise beyond “he’s a blind superhero what sees with his ears”. After finishing viewing the series with my wife earlier this week, it seemed a good time to throw down some impressions. I’ll keep light on the spoilers for this post, driving my way deep into spoiler territory next time around.
Monthly Archives: April 2015
I’m not a religious guy. I never have been, really, though I played the part in my younger days to make my parents feel better. That still holds true, as I make sure to diligently call my family on the holidays that are important to them, and try my best to not belittle their beliefs. For the most part, holidays are a good reason to talk with family and connect during those periods when it’s hard to spare the time. Easter was one of those days that I never missed, making sure to cheerfully wish my family a happy Easter even though it held no special meaning to me.
This year, I didn’t call anyone. I didn’t think much of it at first, as my day was packed full taking care of my daughter (she totally got the point of the Easter egg hunt right off the bet, because she’s a fucking genius), as well as chores around the house and errands out in the world. It wasn’t until earlier today that I really thought about it, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Easter was one of those holidays where I always called my brother first, chatting with him for a while before he made sure I called mom and dad. It always took convincing to get me to talk to dad, so his encouragement always helped. But this year, without him to talk to, I never got that push. I made one feeble attempt to contact my mom, but never followed up after she didn’t get to her phone. It was a small thing, but it made me acutely aware of the loss and sent me downhill fast today.
I ended up going in to work closer to 8 than my usual 7 as a result, and found out that the company that shares our office space gets there promptly at 8 every day. Usually, my entrance is pretty solitary. I have some silence to take stock and prepare for my day, and my office is usually completely empty, affording me some solitude to get my day going. As I had to force my way through a throng of strangers this morning, I realized how much of a jerk I must be coming across as. Not holding doors, not making eye contact, not even acknowledging their friendly nods, I was just trying to get inside and get a few breaths in. It made me realize how easy it is to assume the worst of someone, when really, they could be going through things you can’t possibly know about. It made me consider that on any given day, that random person that bumped you on the sidewalk might be going through the worst day of their life.