*Blog post started on October 20, 2020.
My weekend was not too bad. They have hired enough newbies at the retailer that I work for the most part just have to make sure nothing goes wrong at check out and our customer service experts are now scheduled properly. Without too much pressure, I think I can work almost all the time. It keeps my mind off my existential crises and the pay makes it a net positive. Who needs a therapy when you could make $15 an hour?
I could probably get the same vibe by consuming my stockpile of Zoloft (as per the dosage directions). Work will free you is a bullshit comment in the end. It is just a different kind of numb. YouTube wormholes do not help.
Sunday was alright because I at least had the time to video games. Once the ex called to check on her cat and encourage me to abandon the written word for the video abyss, I decided to leave the gaming chair to get comfortable. Eva the Queen Kitty filled that spot immediately after I left to answer the phone, so that put an end to catching Pokemon. This was interpreted as a sign that I should watch a feature to feed the blogs. My little brother's abandoned copy of "Board Heads (a.k.a. "Beach Movie")" fit the NinetyForChill.com criteria (Longer than 75 minutes, Shorter than 97).
I do not know if I made it 15 minutes into this attempt to bridge Cinemax's late night features with early 80's dudes trying to get laid flicks that have aged poorly. The latter genre for the most part does not bother me too much. If you want to say that "Revenge of the Nerds" is far too rapey, I will remind you that the premise is REVENGE.
We are cool with brutal vengeance from "I Spit of Your Grave". Violence for violence is that case. Exploitation and objectification in the name of teaching a judgemental asshole, the mental scars are too harsh.
I would imagine that "Board Heads" would try to emulate something like that with Bronson Pinchot or Loretta Swit, but the Uwe Boll dialogue on top of establishing shots as the only direction lead to me tapping out early. Not early enough to put another flick in unfortunately if I wanted to watch "Last Week Tonight" at a reasonable hour. This lead me to return to YouTube before the episode aired, and probably an hour after it did so.
Yesterday was turning out to be exactly the same after "Being the Elite". AEW really needs to get an HBO Max hub or its own streaming product (like every other "major" promotion). If there is a decent What Culture Wrestling/Horror/Gaming video that shows up after I finish "BTE", you can count on me losing another hour. I knew I had to make something of the day.
There has been some jonesing for Jim Jefferies's humor since he left Comedy Central and I had success with a previous Oceania horror comedy in "Bad Taste". It was time for an iTunes impulse buy in "Me and My Mates vs. The Zombie Apocalypse".
"Me and My Mates vs. The Zombie Apocalypse"
Check out the rest of review at "Ninety For Chill: A More Acceptable Runtimes
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