I think there should be a limit on the number of times you
can reboot something. Let’s say
three, okay? Let’s say after three
times you just have to let the damn thing die, or at least wait twenty-five
years (or something) until you try rebooting it again. So—Spiderman. One more shot, and then after that, you’re on the
bench. Texas Chainsaw Massacre—you
had your chance, now you’re out.
Go develop a new idea. At
the very least, you should have to do something other than “reboot” it—like, I
don’t know, go back to calling it a remake, since that’s what it is
anyway. It’s just that “remake”
sounds like an impossible feat and “reboot” sounds sexy and somehow robotic at
the same time. Maybe it’s just the
word “reboot” that I’m tired of, but rebooting reboots has really got to stop.
So today was a rough day for everybody who isn't a @#$%-ing #$%hole. Let's just start there. If that upsets you, by all means, go straight to hell. This entire rant is going to be exactly what it sounds like. I am mad and I am going to exercise my right to BLOG ABOUT IT LIKE IT'S 1995, SO BUCKLE UP, BUTTERCUP. I really don't even know where to start, so let's just jump right in with the first person who comes to mind. Bloomberg, go to hell. You really didn't have anything specific to do with today, but you can just go to hell for spending an ungodly amount of money on literally nothing. I mean, you could have lit millions of dollars on fire and at least warmed the hands of the homeless, but instead, you made tv stations across the country that are already owned by Conservatives rich, so kudos to you and go to hell. Amy Klobuchar, I STUCK UP FOR YOU AMY. I got into FIGHTS on SOCIAL MEDIA while DEFENDING your sorry, self-interested ass. You know ...
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