Needs more genocide

We've been relying, what with having an infant at home, on DVDs a bit more lately. And my lovely wife complained the other day, as I returned from the rental place, that the stuff I bring home is always so 'heavy'.

Okay. So Hotel Rwanda and Ringu aren't exactly romantic comedies. But what can ya do? I'm not watching the latest Bridget Jones.

(Okay. I exaggerate by omission. For the record, I also brought home Easy—yes, thinking of the last time she complained about this—and can actually recommend it. Has a very nice attempted suicide scene, and a lovely tragic-coma-bedside-watch thing going on.)

Seriously, I guess she does have a point. Dunno if it's anything to worry about, but my favourite stuff, lately, in books and movies, is pretty light on the laughs. The 'kid's book' I wrote a while back, in what was mostly meant to be a shot at a little nice, fun escapism, did come out a bit more grim than I initially had in mind—enough that I worry, now and then, about whether I should even be trying for its original market segment anymore. The 'lighthearted satire' I'm trying to do now is managing to stay reasonably tongue in cheek, but now features a clearly psychotic and unpleasantly warped fallen angel. It was meant to be funny, but I dunno... Seems to be some kinda inverse relationship between my intentions and what comes out, in this regard. Starting to think if I tried to write a romantic comedy, it would wind up containing a genocide. Or two.

Dunno when I got to be so serious. Must try to watch more Kids in the Hall.