Just about the first thing my twin said to me today was, “I had a weird dream last night. Some sort of combination of Avengers and a spy thriller” [at this point, I was still thinking, It could just be coincidence] “…but with Muppets.”
Not coincidence, then.
I laughed. “Sorry. That was my fault.”
And it was. The Muppets part is even easy to explain (as far as anyone needs to know): A character in something I just finished reading yesterday was once described as looking kinda like a Muppet when he smiles.
As for why my twin, who knows nothing about the story in question (the Shadow Unit series) other than what I’ve told him (he knows FBI agents and Argh! Dammit! We’re not fooled by this version liking to cook! but not much else… Well, I think I mentioned something a couple of day ago about ‘blaming the drummer’ for something in the last book), would have a dream that spliced (like playing with recombinant DNA, right?) such diverse elements that must have been echoes from a story I read… I have mentioned that we’re mindlinked, haven’t I?
So, there’s that.
And also a conversation that happened yesterday.
I said, “So here’s this guy, angry and bitter and mean, who’s been putting a lot of effort, for hundreds of years, into maintaining a ‘secret identity’ so no one notices that he’s a lot older than he looks, because he’s afraid that someone will find out that he’s not actually human… and then these weirdos show up, and [name of character] is not happy about it.”
Paul got a strange look on his face. “I thought we were talking about Jason.”
I just laughed. And then said I was going to blog about this conversation.
So here I am, blogging about it.
First, I would like to state for the record that the character in question is a lot younger than Jason Grey. (I don’t have an exact number, but nine-hundred-ish is close enough.) Second, since when is Jason angry and mean? Third, I’m not saying the character I was talking about doesn’t have a valid reason for being the way he is: I’m sure that if I’d grown up with people around me thinking, because of how I looked, that I was the son of a demon, I’d end up rather angry and bitter, etc., too… Especially if you then added a few centuries of worrying that maybe everyone had been right.
Irony is flammable… The character’s not gonna be too happy about one of “these weirdos” noticing the family resemblance, either. It’s his own damn fault, however, if he orders DNA testing… Looking at this from the outside — although standing rather close to the other WIP — I want to point out that we do not need more testing for genetic anomalies, or playing around with recombinant DNA, or any of the other mad-science shenanigans that have been plaguing some of our characters since the beginning… or earlier.
