So, originally this post was going to be about The Big Bang Theory, and why people seem to love Sheldon. Then I changed my mind. (Seriously, though, what’s up with that?)
I changed my mind because it’s a banal post, devoid of even the slightest hint of thought or perspective. And I’d like to flatter myself, that I’m the king of welding tiny slices of insight to utterly banal topics.
The problem is, even my trademark slight sliver of knowledge takes time. For example, this dashed-off missive took me over an hour to write, including no less than four trips to various online sources to nail down minor details — Is it Big Bang Theory, or The Big Bang Theory? Oh, the latter. — many of which I ended up deleting. And all my recent time has been spent on Torg.
Ah, Torg. My white whale. My Daisy Fay. My Wally’s World. My personal, 21-year gaming obsession.
(“Dude, you just went literary on their asses.”)
The last couple of weeks have been amazingly fruitful, so far as producing new material goes. It’s unexpected, but nice. Of course, all this focus on Torg doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned ∞ Infinity.
To the contrary, I’ve been making little notes here and there, so even if no major posts have appeared, my hindbrain is still grinding over the mechanics, working them out and fitting them together.
In time — a pretty short time, I’m guessing — I’ll be back, making post after post detailing how Initiative works or how magic works or some other damn thing. Until then, riddle me this:
Why do people love Sheldon? Are they just insane?