Is Tenet even going to be that good?

Astounding. Just when there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel, someone was determined to snuff it out.

Reports from health experts - people whose job it is to know what the shit is going on in terms of wellness - state that if everyone in America wore a mask, the curve of this virus could be flattened in six weeks. Hell, foreign countries are returning to hunky-dory because they have human beings in charge.

But then, you have people gathering together, throwing close quarters parties and increasing the chances of spreading the virus anew. Even more, you have people not wearing masks because 'it violates mah freedum!' or some other beyond retarded reason for being the biggest cunts in the country not currently serving in government.

People complain about these moronified numbskulls on Facebook and Twitter (myself included), but I'm gonna say something about this situation that I would never post on those sites, mainly because I want to have a career in showbiz and this would be just the thing to cancel me before I even get on the air:

I think that the people who refuse to wear masks shouldn't have to wear them. God willing, their stupid asses will get killed by the virus and this way, the curve will be flattened to shit because all that will be left are the smart little pigs in their brick houses who wore masks in public and social distanced. Easy as pie.

Worst comes to worst, I just might jump the border into Canada. Everyone needs a little danger in their lives. A little.

I know that I said that coronavirus talk would be kept to a minimum here, but it's something I'd been thinking about.

I'm still a virgin and nothing has changed that. Corona has, more or less, put an end to sex anyway, but let's just say - for the sake of argument - that this virus never made it to America; completely died in the crib. Would I have ever lost my virginity?

Yeah, forget what I said before about day trips to Toronto; people coughing into their hands then touching every fucking thing with the hands they just coughed in and people not even bothering to cover their mouths when they cough* have made me far too paranoid.

Still, there is a glimmer of hope. As seen on Twitter:

Masturbation boosts your immune system and raises your white blood cell count, helping you fight off infection and illness: https://t.co/NH8QmrLw7P pic.twitter.com/9XzaI5FnvJ

— Big Think (@bigthink) March 5, 2020

Would it surprise you to learn that I've been preparing for this my whole life?

* - If society breaks down because of governmental incompetence (and is this scenario really in doubt, at this point?), just think of me as Frank Grillo in the Purge sequels...or Frank Grillo in anything, really.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking: 'y u no Oscar reaction post?'. Still trying to finish my best music of the year post and a Letterboxd scavenger hunt and all of this amongst my job's ridiculous hours and possible jury duty.

I'm sure I'll have plenty to say in my Oscar predictions post (no way I'm forgetting that), but...there it is.

No job. No money. No friends. No satisfaction with life. No prospects. No chance to show off my writing skills to people without paying through the nose with money I'm likely to never have.

If the universe thinks that I need to put up with this shit, I've got the worst motherfucking news imaginable for the universe.

Why must there be uncertainty? Not just for one's self, but everywhere.

Some might argue that uncertainty keeps the world from plunging into chaos, but I argue that it keeps us from the things we need and want from life. If someone has impressive credentials all around, should it matter that their personality isn't what you consider to be perfect?

Uncertainty and self-doubt are tools of the devil. Life could and may be lived to the fullest and we'd know that if we didn't second-guess everything that shows up in front of us.

What kind of universe puts so many wonderful things in front of us, but also the sensibility to keep us from ever getting those things?

Not a suicide note, I promise.

As I find myself thinking about all the people younger than myself making a difference in the world by any particular means, my mind goes right to my pathetic income, my shameful living situation, my many debts, my questionable means of transportation, my lack of friends and my nonexistent prospects and I end up thinking, 'would anyone really miss me if I died tomorrow'?

It's a question I'm sure everyone has asked themselves at their lowest moments. No one should ever have to ask this, but, more and more, it seems that God isn't listening to my prayers. No one is and I really don't know how to react to that.

I really wish I knew what to do about this.

There's something weird and it don't look good.

In yet another of example of 'Goddamnit, moviegoers!', The Angry Birds Movie, an idea that should've been mailed to four years ago when people might've cared, not only topped the box office, but substantially out-grossed the far more acclaimed The Nice Guys, Shane Black's latest joint which is on my short list of 'wild dogs' movies coming this summer (as in 'Wild dogs couldn't keep me away from this'; Civil War and Suicide Squad are the others).

Sometimes, when you're forced to sit through a trailer for a movie again and again, you soon formulate the opinion that this movie is trash and you want nothing to do with it. The Angry Birds Movie was just such a trailer. Amazingly, Ghostbusters (you know, the one that's crawling with cooties) is another, and on an almost unprecedentedly toxic level. Personal opinion: the humor in the trailers is rather 'meh', but nothing I'd declare a jihad on, the way most people seem to be reacting. Maybe, it's the idea of an all-female reboot that's got people up in arms (likely started by people who've never even talked to a girl*), but there are far more objectionable movies coming to theaters, such as...

Independence Day: Regurgitation...Resurgence (as if there's a difference) - Let's see what we're working with here: a same-but-different follow-up to a smash hit from back in the day, peppered with people who helped make the original a hit. Yet Ghostbusters is getting flayed and this is getting a pass? Fuck outta here! And five more demerits to the production for not hiring David Arnold to do the music.

Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates - A pair of rowdy brothers need dates for their sister's wedding, so they put out an ad...and attract two girls way rowdier than them. Now that's comedy? Minor pet peeve: is this really the only way a comedy with girls in it can be accepted, if they're just as down and dirty as - if not more than - the guys?

Sausage Party - Food comes alive when humans aren't around or something. So, either The Secret Life of Pets with cursing or Foodfight with a patina of professionalism. Either way, hugely unappetizing.

Farting Corpse Movie - I suppose I could call it by its actual title, but fuck that noise. It's a movie about a farting corpse and, as such, does not deserve the dignity of a title.

Yoga Hosers - I can't believe I actually forgot about this movie in the initial post. A more or less remake of Clerks, but the two leads here must try to stop the nasty plans of Nazi bratwursts. Yes. Nazi bratwursts. Honestly, it may as well be 90 minutes of Kevin Smith looking into the camera and saying, "I fucking give up.".

Seriously, if you can watch the trailers for these movies and still say, 'Ghostbusters looks way worse', I weep for you and for the people that would inflict you on a God-fearing world.

* - Don't bullshit a bullshitter; we can smell our own.

You ever wish you could just live your life over again? Just start over from scratch?

Maybe not so much 'if I knew then what I know now', but living all over again; perhaps, not making the same mistakes of the past, but making brand-new ones?

I can only imagine the wealth of opportunities afforded to me as a brand-new person in a brand-new life.

Having the nerve to stand up to people; standing up for myself. Finding happiness by making friends. Having those friends hook me up to further my life's ambition.

Would I even be a man or would I be a woman?

Traveling the world after I finish college. Making more new friends. Making some enemies. Just having adventures in strange lands.

Living in my own apartment with a cat. Maybe a dog...or both.

Some people say that your life is the sum total of your experiences. For me, it's definitely one of those 'zero times any other number' kind of deals.

Well, I've dug myself into a hole. My credit cards are overextended, my phone service is cut off (making it hard to make or receive calls on it) and my car note is soon to be two payments behind. The job I have now just isn't gonna cover this. I've been applying for jobs and sending off scripts like crazy, but nothing has come of it.

In theory, things could be much worse and I'm sure I'll know all about that when I no longer have a car.

The new year's less than an hour away. I really don't know what to say.

Oh, I asked my Magic 8-Ball if the new year would be more advantageous and fulfilling than this year. The response? 'It is certain'.

That I threatened to hurl it off a bridge if the year isn't what I hope it to be probably doesn't augur well, does it?

On Saturday, I went to get a haircut. How nice it ended up looking does not excuse the fact that the barber behind it crossed a number of lines. I'd heard that he was something of a user, but I was willing to ignore that; how many artists are clean and sober? What I mean is that it started with him coughing into his hand and shaving me with the hand he coughed in...then he put his fingers from the selfsame hand in my mouth. (And I'm still not sure why he was taking pictures with his phone inbetween cutting.)

On Sunday, I went to church. Not very objectionable, but then came the end of service. Apparently, instead of dismissing the congregation, that was the time for prayer...and I was ready to go. Was there really no time in the middle of service for this?

Today, I went to my job. The first half went pretty smoothly. I even managed to make a sale. I went for some lunch, then I came back. A neverending parade of people asking inscrutable question upon inscrutable question. If I wasn't serious about finding a new job before, I sure as fuck am now.

What do these incidents have in common? Well, does anyone really envision this as a life for themselves when they're growing up? Does anyone really think while they wait for the school bus, 'I want to be orally violated by a closet case junkie, then go to a job that I barely understand and live in constant fear of?'

This is not living. This is barely survival. I'm truly sick of it.

That bit I mentioned about my files being incomprehensible? It's because of a virus created by cyberterrorists. In exchange for the low, low price of $500, they'll give me the means to unlock a key to restore my files. As I'm still without a job (and as I only really need a few of the files that were tainted), let me just tell those individuals to fuck their own faces, fuck their mothers and fuck their mother's faces, for good measure.

Speaking of impossible to pay, I get a letter from my credit card company telling me that, because I missed a payment (one payment in years of loyal service), the credit limit is being cut in half. I might be able to pay the money I owe for this month, but, without some kind of employment, I don't know about next month and the ones after.

I've applied for roughly 50-60 jobs in the time since I submitted my two weeks notice at the store (and I just may end up begging for that position back if I'm still jobless at Thanksgiving). I'm still in dire financial straits. This isn't some weedy quote-unquote "nice guy" whining about why "none of those stuck-up bitches will date me!". This is a college-educated man wondering why he can't get something as simple as a part-time job.

Today has been one of the most frustrating days I've yet suffered.

One too many Egg McMuffins has led to an...unfortunate situation downstairs. It's not cancer, but it hurts to sit down.

If that was enough, things would be painful, but then I go to my computer (the old one) to work on some documents. Much to my horror, they are deleted and incomprehensible. This is years of film music lists, fanfictions, notepads for scripts down the drain.

I suppose I could rebuild from scratch, but it is a pain in the ass, much like the literal one menacing me.

How I long for the carefree days when not having a job was the worst thing to happen to me.

I'm really starting to lose faith in the whole 'looking for a job' thing. People say they need workers, but all they want to do is jerk you off. When they reject you, they don't even have the decency to say why they won't hire you. It's like dating...I would assume. Besides, what's their excuse? There are people better than me applying for these positions?

It's fucking Buffalo! No, there aren't!

Yet another day of work has gone by. Like a lot of them lately (perhaps, too many), I've made comments about people. Not just those that piss me off, but everyone. Sometimes, they move too slow. Sometimes, they're just minding their own business. I have a remark for all of them. I find myself using language and expressions I would never, in a million years, have used had I had a different line of work.

I really think I've been working this job for too long. The fact that, even with my moodiness, I've been at the store for ten years can only be attributable to the fact that I don't exist. People stand in my way. I put up signs telling people how to use the machines. No one pays any attention to anything I do.

This has brought up a question that is as fascinating as it is frightening: am I being so snappish to everyone because I suspect, in the back of my mind, that I'll never be punished for it, or am I just a genuinely unpleasant person?

I get the feeling that I'll soon learn the answer. Even more, I get the feeling I'll be unhappy with it.

"I gotta get the papers. Get the papers."

Apparently, today is National Repeat Day. All about doing things you've done before.

Somehow, I take that to mean introducing you (all two of you) to some of my favorite posts. You may have read these already and you may have not. They really stand out to me:

If you like reading about someone else's vacations (and who doesn't), you can read about my trips to Burbank/Los Angeles (in 2009), San Diego for Comic-Con, Manhattan, Burbank/Los Angeles (in 2012) or Chicago.

I love film music and if you do as well, you might enjoy my liner notes about Alan Silvestri's score to Mouse Hunt. As one of the proud owners of the promotional "Invader Zim" soundtrack CD, I'm happy to share my review of it.

I'm sure you remember the animated series "Kim Possible". The show had its good and bad episodes. Reaching even further back, "Galaxy High" was an underrated show from the 80s that deserves a higher profile. Or maybe you're into "The Angry Beavers", "Futurama", "The Fairly OddParents".

Perhaps, you're a fan of "Duckman" and desire to read capsule reviews of the episodes. Well, type 'Duckman' into the search bar at the upper left corner. I can't link everything!

For something a bit less organized, perhaps you'd care to sample my ramblings about why cartoons started to suck somewhere around the beginning of the century.

As I've mentioned before, one of my all time favorite movies is Hudson Hawk. At one point, I compare The Forgotten and Flightplan. At another, I explain why Jingle All the Way is lame. On that note, here are nine more movies that should never have been made.

There are a lot of things I miss in the world. Maybe, you miss them too. Or maybe, you'd care to hear the alternate titles for classic sitcoms. I wrote a little thing about "Malcolm in the Middle" once.

Hopefully, you'll find something you like.

Still working on my Chicago post...and trying to get a drawing done by tomorrow night.

I fucking missed Free Comic Book Day. I had to work. The goddamn of it is that it's a two-day event at the comic book shop I frequent the most...and I have to work both fucking days! You see my problem?

On top of that, I'm sick. Not sure whether I should go with bed rest, plenty of fluids or walking blindly into traffic. Who's to say?

Birthday wishes.

My 32nd birthday is but hours away. It took me quite a while to turn in a list of what I wanted. This, of course, is because, as I get older, I find that my family can't give me what I really want, so I give them softball requests like socks and gift cards.

What I'd wish for if I had any inkling that wishing works in real life (and they say you shouldn't outright state your wishes if you want them to come true, but no one reads this blog, so it's pretty much the same thing as not saying what you want):

1. a girlfriend - I suppose that I could wish for friends; maybe someone who could gradually become a girlfriend or someone who could hook me up, but at this point, screw the middleman. I want to screw.

2. a bottomless bank account - I love traveling. I love buying soundtracks. I love eating. How am I supposed to pay for these things that I love? Hint: it ain't hope.

3. a stronger spine - Throughout my life, I've never had the courage to go after the things I want. It happens every so often, but I wish I could be as bold as others, especially people younger than me. It kills me reading about people younger than myself succeeding and I think to myself, 'what could I have done at that age?'

I don't usually complain about work anymore around here (the job hasn't gotten better; it's just that I don't have the energy to post about it). Today, though...well, just read on.

Being a moron magnet is a heavy burden and, as usual, they came out in force: people too lazy to put their empties in the machine, people who assumed that I could read minds and didn't feel like telling me, with words, exactly what they wanted and a supervisor who could fuck up a cheese sandwich (how hard is it to make sure that the bags are in the bins in the machines and tied the right way when they're extracted?).

The straw that broke my back came at around 3:15pm. A woman and her friend came in to return the items she bought. She wanted to by them with her food stamp card instead of cash. I was in the middle of cashing them out when the phone rang. Being the only person in the office, I answered it. The friend starts to get upset, though I can't imagine why. When I get off the phone, she is so indignant. Again, why? Has she lived her whole life without dealing with someone who had to answer a phone call? Has someone never bugged her while she was on the phone? I continue ringing up the items, but her attitude persists. I tell her, "It's not against the law to treat people with respect." She claims I'm not respecting her by answering the phone. Well, excuse me, you fucking cunt, if I can't stop the world to serve you. Of course, this bitch was Black (and don't even try to cry 'racism!'; it's not racism if it's against your own race) and, the next time I see her, I'm Chris Browning her into next week just like I should've done.

I've never been attracted to Black women and that incident clinched it. If you ever see me dating a Black woman, you'll know I've given up on life and my suicide will be imminent.