Absolute Joy in a jar…or in this case, 4.8mb
I have found the secret to happiness.
Not the secrets of life eternal (who’d want to live forever? That’s why I always though vampirism was the worst of curses. Everything changes, but you stay the same, and the world grows more alien around you)
Not the secret even to eternal happiness.
Probably not even the secret to Your Happiness.
There is something sublime in the chorus, the melodic chant that makes me grin from ear to ear like I’ve just gotten out of school for the summer, my grades are good, and I’ve got friends coming over for a night of video games and soda and other nerdly delights that does my heart good.
I can (and most likely will) be humming the theme song to the Price is Right, for the rest of the day. Can’t you hear it?
Bada bada bu-dada bu-dada
Badah badah badah bedah-dah-dah
(Repeat ad nauseous)
For the love of all that is right in the world of aural pleasure, I can hear it! I can FEEL it! I’ve found MY happy, in a small downloaded file that pumps musical pleasure into my ear at 192kbps. For me, today is a beautiful day. I hope yours is as blessed.
OH Yeah, before I forget…
Remember how I went on this long rant about the lack of Black Super Villains (BSVs) and how if I could just get a good, competent, ruthless villain, I’d be happy?
Leave it to Joss Whedon, creator of Buffy, Angel, and the Unforgetable Firefly series to right the wrongs of the universe and make all well and good in the land of make-believe.
Enter Serenity’s Assassin, ‘The Operative’.
Ruthless. Cunning. Faithful. Self-Aware. Dedicated. Powerful.
Yeah. I’d say that’d work as a bad-ass villain. Here’s some dialog from the movie…
The Operative: I'm sorry. If your quarry goes to ground, leave no ground to go to. You should have taken my offer. Or did you think none of this was your fault?
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I don't murder children.
The Operative: I do. If I have to.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Why? Do you even know why they sent you?
The Operative: It's not my place to ask. I believe in something greater than myself. A better world. A world without sin.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: So me and mine gotta lay down and die... so you can live in your better world?
The Operative: I'm not going to live there. There's no place for me there... any more than there is for you. Malcolm... I'm a monster.What I do is evil. I have no illusions about it, but it must be done.
Sigh…I can rest easy now…
(I know it’s the 5-year anniversary of 9-11. I can’t say anything that hasn’t already been said. Besides, we’re supposed to be in the Pursuit of Happiness. That’s what I’m doing. If I don’t do that, then the terrorists win, right? Right.)