What the hell do we even write about anymore?
Why does every single new idea
have this immense scrutiny attached to it–
this, the next in my sequence of work
after this whole COVID- dilemma kicked off.
How would one go about this treacherous task
that I would argue nobody wants to undertake?
Well, the first impression of the situation
would be that you should just get started.
But there are so many previously-made characters
just waiting for me to observe their every move
on the silver screen!!
Nobody calls it the silver screen anymore, hon.
Aw, shut up. You never let me wax aquarium.
I mean antiquarian. Same thing.
It’s obviously a completely different thing.
One involves some weird combination of wax and water,
the other is old timey shit.
Well, I meant the old shit, duh.
Anyway, I can’t wait to just dig into
another drama or comedy
or whatever shit they’re shoveling these days
over at the old network of flix.
And now that I’m standing here
thinking about it,
I can’t stand just being here
without reasonable computer access.
What do you mean,
we’re literally on a computer screen.
We could just walk two inches to the right
and bump into a browser window with let’s see…
oh, not the porn one.
But it looks like that Stephen Hawking movie
was the last thing of repute in his history.
Oh, how was that?
Yeah, not bad. Pretty damn stylized,
but what do you expect from a movie
that’s supposed to undertake the monumental task
of depicting the 20th Century’s most prominent
while addressing his ALS?
They covered his whole life?
Nah, just a scrapbook of mostly decent memories
up until the point where his older kids are teenagers
and running around in some Buckingham Palace bullshit.