Like most of the people who love this series, I can strongly identify with the protagonist. I too- hold on...I hear my baby crying. I'll be right back.
Like I was saying, I too struggle with chronophobia. Why? Take a wild guess. That's right. Kids. Speaking of which, I hear my baby crying again. Be right back.
Okay, back. I'll type the rest of this superfast because I'll probably have to go back up again soon. Anyway, if you ask anyone in the world who has had even one single kid, they'll tell you that they don't allow you to have any time whatsoever until they're at least 18 years old. And yet the world still demands unreasonable things from us parents. For example, doing a job.
Not everybody has it as hard as guys like me and James so they don't understand. Sure, we get to set our own schedules and don't really have to commute to work, but that hardly lessens the enormous burdens we and our couches are forced to support from our colleagues. What do these people expect me to do? Quit my non-profitable band I formed with my friends to make covers of classic rock songs while also referencing video games? I'm only human!
Anyway, though I liked the show, there were some parts I thought were stupid. Such as the scenes where James has to collect Jord™ watches to get more time. That's pretty creative, isn't it? That would be like if they made a movie out of the game Die Hard for NES and Bruce Willis hurts his feet when he walks on broken glass. Or if they made a movie out of Lethal Weapon and Mel Gibson went around eating dog biscuits.
I don't know where the series will go from here, but I have some ideas in case the producers are reading this. Last night, I put aside a tiny, tiny slice of time to write a 200 page pitch for a cross-over series with James Rolfe, the Universal Monsters, and It's a Mad, Mad, Mad World. For example, I think Mike Matei could be Frankenstein's monster (fun yet very obscure fact: Frankenstein was the name of the doctor). Maybe some day I'll share it with them if they contact me. And if I'm lucky enough to have the time. Which I won't. Oop, there's my baby crying again. Gotta wrap this up.
