To the young, artists' careers seem like bottle rockets: a skyward blast illuminating the heavens for a moment before descending back to earth a shamble of blackened paper and gunpowder. Indeed, this fate awaits many (do you really imagine future humans collecting Thomas Kincades or listening to Limp Bizkit?). Others, however, do not fall but instead are swept into orbit.
It seems that lately we've been seeing a more emotional, vulnerable side of Sheldon. To be honest, I like it. Last night's Big Bang Theory saw Sheldon actually lose a scientific bet and have to swallow his pride. His continued grappling with emotion contrasted against his hilariously mindboggling inability to yet feel empathy for others in the same circumstances is oddly endearing.