Netflix Series Review: Father Brown

Full disclosure before I start my first brief TV series review: Most of the Netflix I watch is in the interest of helping me sleep, therefore I watch a great deal of it while actually asleep. When watching something new, I try to find the place I last remember when I start the next watch, but chances of missing things, even whole episodes, are very real.

I have never or at least don’t recall reading any G. K. Chesterton, and I chose to watch Father Brown because after running out of real world forensics shows to watch, I’d realized that quiet British murder mysteries were a wonderful sleep aid. I haven’t gone as far as Agatha Christie or even Arthur Conan Doyle, but I’ll probably get there.

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Granny says…

“There’s no grays, only white that’s got grubby. I’m surprised you don’t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”

“It’s a lot more complicated than that—”

“No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.”

“Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—”

“But they starts with thinking about people as things…”

— Granny Weatherwax and Mightily Oats, Carpe Jugulum

Erasing makes me angry.

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What makes me angry?

The thing that makes me most angry is willfully erasing stories. Accidentally erasing stories is pretty bad, too, as is ignoring stories, intentionally or otherwise, but those are things everyone does every day to some degree. We have to, or living in the world as it is right now would be crippling. That could change, and we have to hope that it will.

Regarding humanity, erasing stories is more commonly known as dehumanization, but erasing of stories also happens to things that need humanity to be their voice, including animals, valuable art, and the planet itself. I’d argue that erasing stories is the cause of many if not most of the world’s great problems.

It’s forgetting that individual humans have stories that is the most dramatically egregious example of dehumanization. The worst actions of individuals and society evolve from erasing human stories. Every person is a person. Every person is born a child. Every person has a family or is impacted by its loss. Every person encounters love in one way or another and finds either great joy or great pain in it.

These are facts without exception. Why are they so easily ignored?

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Here I am again.

Well, that didn’t work.

I was very hyped up for a while, but in waiting for the next e-mail to come, two, then three days passed, and I lost all momentum. Then after several days, all the e-mails showed up at once, but by then it was too late.

I’m going to try something a bit different. When I was a teenager, I used to write something like this. I’m not sure why I stopped, but I think I can pull it off again. Once I’ve got that momentum, I’ll see if I can keep it going.

First, let’s talk about the elephant in my room. Or rather, in my brain.

I recently made a book purchase, then added Jenny Lawson‘s Furiously Happy to get the free shipping. I’d acquired her previous book in audio form and looked like a lunatic going for walks in my quiet suburban neighbourhood while cackling at nothing.

I haven’t read more than the first few pages, but something clicked as I read her escapades with her non-functioning sleep schedule. While I recognized that it’s highly unlikely I have any of the diagnoses she received, I also recognized that I am not alone.

I am not the only mother with depression.

Jenny is far higher functioning than I am. Obviously. She’s published very successful books and writes regularly and frequently for several massive audiences. But she does mention not getting out of bed for weeks. And she mentions her daughter learning about her situation. (I might have a more enlightened discussion on this once I finish the book, and I’m looking forward to it.)

My son is too young for me to explain to him why there are so many days when I just don’t see him. I fall asleep as he wakes up and wake up after he has fallen asleep.

This is not because I’m third shift or even because I’m a night owl. If anything, I’m a morning person. I hate being awake at night. The days I manage to wake up in the morning are my best days, the days I enjoy the most. They just seem so few and far between.

So why not just wake up in the morning? What is it they say on Tumblr? Oh, my sweet, summer child. If only I could.

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If at first you don’t succeed…

We’ll just give this a whirl, won’t we?

I’ve done this a few times over the years, but the problem isn’t not being able to start something, it’s maintaining something, especially when you’re not really sure what that something should be.

Emilie’s (over at Puttylike) multipotentialite concept really made sense to me. I enjoy too many things to pick one. That’s a real difficult roadblock to creating some sort of manifest internet destiny, like professional bloggers seem to preach.

Writing has always been one of those things, though, since I was old enough to understand how a pencil worked. It’s not that I don’t have a passion, it’s that I don’t have a focus. If that makes any sense. Writing about anything at all is a difficult thing to present to anyone. What this person thinks today! Why?

At any rate, for now I’m here because of Live Your Legend. I gave them seven days. We’ll see how it goes.