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For a couple of weeks there, I was delighting in the steady and manageable work load I've had at work. I mentioned it more than once to Gabby. I said the last time I brought it up on a 1:1 meeting, I'm appreciting it while it lasts. I knew it would change. And that time has come.
It'll all be fine, of course. It always is. I mean, setting side the conversations Dave has had with Gabby where he's convinced that we'll hit another Great Depression as soon as next year. I always take declarations like that with a grain of salt. Shobhit makes bold predictions like this all the time and is often wrong, just as any prognosticator is. Things might get worse, they might get better. They'll probably get worse. To what degree is really the question. I listened to a podcast this morning with a scientist guest who all but said "We're well and truly fucked" when it comes to climate change. Honestly I think
that climate change memo from Bill Gates pulling back from an alarmist tone was straight up irresponsible.
Wow, I just went from "I've got more work at my job again" to "we're on the precipice of apocalyptic disaster" in just two paragraphs! On the upside, I have always enjoyed roller coasters.
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Speaking of dystopian futures, Laney and I went to see
The Running Man last night. We both expected it to be not-great but fun; we both found it to be straight up bad. Although Laney hated it way more than I did. "I really detested that movie," she said as we walked out of Pacific Place.
"Detest" is a strong word; I've seen movies that were so bad they made me anrgy, and this was not one of them. I just found it disappointingly rote and mediocre, not to mention miscast and very poorly written. But, I was barely entertained enough for most of it. Right now it would probably fall on my list of the five worst movies I've seen this year, but I saw at least two that I would say were worse.
We had really hoped for a showtime around 4:30 or 5:00 so we could go right after I got off work, but it didn't play anywhere yesterday before 7:00—annoying. So, I walked home first, and I had the leftover spring rolls from Wednesday for dinner (Shobhit was gone at a SAG-AFTRA Local board meeting), and then I walked again to meet up with Laney at her apartment building at 6:30.
The Running Man is
way too long, at two hours and 13 minutes, and you have to add at least half an hour to that to account for trailers and ads before the movie. We caught the #49 bus to Broadway after the movie, and when I saw the clock on the bus it said 9:55. I knew I wouldn't be able to write the review until I was at work this morning.
That was about an hour I could have been getting some of my extra work done. So, listen. Don't be a rat.
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[posted 12:33pm]
