risu and I, watching an old episode of MacGyver this evening, have agreed that our angsty teenage years would have been made immeasurably better by encountering a wounded, rugged genius who would have bolstered our self-esteem and taught us a valuable life lesson in the midst of his adventure.
Furthermore, I muse that my life NOW would be made immeasurably more exciting by encountering a wounded, rugged genius. I must make a habit of looking under bushes more often, for I might find one, and that seems to be the standard place to find wounded geniuses who are hiding from bad guys after having been shot.