Day 4: A Day with Elijah

The title sounds so good it could be a story. I may save the title for a nonfiction essay.

It’s Day Four and today I’ll blog on what a day is like for me.

First, of course, is the morning. I take my time. Grab my cellphone and urge my tingly fingers to check alerts. They believe they’re productive to career and finances. They tap away only to summon Facebook. I watch for laughs, controversy, and remain hopeful that some pretty lady has sent me a DM full of emojis.

I skim through smut, flash fiction, and video game news on the mobile browser for at least ten minutes.

Then it’s time for landscaping, the first job of the day. I put on an old, discolored shirt and a pair of blue jeans that’s too tight. A rip is forming, but I probably won’t buy new jeans until someone else notices the gaping hole. Can’t forget the imploding boots that I wear.

Off to work.

I use my years of landscaping experience to display mastery of lawn, shrubs, and small combustion engines. I take precaution. I stay away from poison ivy the best way I can. There’s much to do, but my time is limited.

One o’clock, the hour I prepare for camera operating for a broadcast news station. I shed the grime and grass in a warm shower. I dress comfortably, usually a polo shirt and dark denim jeans. I persist for a nice meal. Never know when breaking news will keep me all night.

In the event that it doesn’t, I proceed to:

  • Work on a short story, novel chapter, video, etc.
  • Go home to have another meal and live stream on Twitch.

As the late night approaches, I return back to the news station for an hour and a half. I contemplate whether or not to eat again when the shift ends.

By the time I get home. I’ll game or watch an episode or two of a random Netflix show.

Sleep is inevitable. I flip open my laptop and listen to some music until my eyes get heavy.

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Marvel on Netflix: Iron Fist Review

In between writing, freelancing, and gaming, I watch T.V. shows on Netflix. Honestly, I prefer it over cable T.V. especially when there are shows that tickle my superhero fancy. 

For the past few years, Marvel has teamed up with Netflix to bring us heroes and villains of the Marvel universe that may have been forgotten by the casual comic book fan. 

Dare Devil kicked things off. The show followed the story of Matt Murdock, a vigilante to protect Hell’s Kitchen. Next, we had Jessica Jones, a femme fatale looking for redemption for her past mistakes and get revenge against a self righteous mind mutant. Then there was Luke Cage, an superpowered escaped convict who set took on a crime syndicate in Harlem. 

Now we’ve come to Iron Fist. Right out the door, social critics complained that the cast and plot was “white-washed.” 

As a storyteller myself, such surface reviewed assumptions is unfair to creators. I gave Iron Fist a chance leaving my bias until after I watched all 13 episodes.

The character Danny Rand (Finn Jones) is a strong willed, likable, unreliable, and frustrating. His worst flaw is his idealist view of the world. He has this awesome potential yet he just can’t grasp it. I’m sure the writer did that on purpose. But the flaws make him believable.

The plot, of course, didn’t disappoint. Wish it could have been longer. 

The best character on the show is Ward (Tom Pelphrey). He’s a dynamic, support character whose psychological battle is so much greater than Danny’s. How could it not? I won’t spoil it. Just watch the show.

So, my final thoughts about the show: Good. But the hype is not close to Dare Devil. Dare Devil Season 2 set the bar high.