Mr. Robot is my experiment. See, I don't watch TV much, just pro wrestling (which I can ignore) and sports (which I can ignore). I wanted to watch something I can't ignore. That's why I started watching movies earlier this year. That's why I started watching Mr. Robot. About 20 minutes in, I found in dismay that I had 40 minutes left in the first episode. About 30 minutes in, I started writing this. A failure, right? Not really.
I like the main character. At one point in my life, I decided that I could either write about weird things, or I could do weird things; I decided on the latter. As the 21st century drew on, I started to run out of weird things to do, and I decided to write more and more. I don't really relate to the main character, but to the man who wrote him. I think that maybe I can write a character like this. Just like some pianists (Bill Evans, Dave Brubeck) inspire you to play more, some pianists convince you that playing the piano is a fruitless endeavor and that you'll never be as good as them (Oscar Peterson, Art Tatum). Mr. Robot is like Bill Evans in that regard.
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