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The Matrix: Resurrections
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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File this under "Nostalgia Porn". I loved the first of the trilogy, despised the second, never saw the third.
But for some reason I was persuaded - How? Why? To watch this.
Briefly - cheesy beyond belief, but - somehow, for some reason, I liked.
Now - to be clear - it was unnecessary, bad, irrelevant, or relevant only to those maybe that saw the original and wanted to relive a few memories that would better have been lived by seeing the original again. My "liking" in this is no endorsement, it brings nothing new to the series, it does for the original idea what Disney has done for Star Wars, a pure - unabashed - cash grab. So - I liked it - but - I also watched the entire "Mandalorian" series, and I smoke Pall Mall cigarettes and drink Smirnoff Vodka. SO - in review, utter garbage, but for some reason I got on the "Keanu" train and turned my brain off for an evening and it wasn't the worse thing in the world, but I can't in good conscience recommend it.
The Museum of Fear and Wonder
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Hmmm. This one's for you. Have you been?
No end to inspiration...
The Enigma Diamond
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Less a treasure "Found" than a Treasure "Made".
A 55 facet 555.55 Carat Diamond goes up for auction at Sotheby's Dubai, home of the world's silliest money.
Link: https://www.cnn.com/style/article/enigma-diamond-sothebys-auction-scn-scil-intl/index.html
Now, this is NFT's or Cryptocurrency made tangible - the stone itself, hardly rare, or beautiful, it's an example of manufactured demand - cut perfectly to an Arabic version of a "Lucky Number", it's purchase is entirely designed to grant the buyer "status" - a preposterous luxury purchase of absolutely no intrinsic value.
The Sum of all Self-Loathing
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This job. It's built into it - a staff meal, consisting of a bit of salad, and a pasta of different shapes tossed in oil.
The contrast between what the staff are fed - and what the customers eat - is huge. It's an abyss, a gulf, a chasm, and the meal, it's a way of reinforcing it. This food, you wouldn't feed it to dogs, yet -
Well, it's war, really.
And the service - the maitre-d breathing down my neck the whole night, telling me I'm not keeping up, if I just offered water to a table and they declined, and he - on my heels, offers and they accept I'm at fault. Everything is my fault. I can't tell if he hates me - personally - or this is just the "break your will" portion of it. Every night I expect to be fired - and - really, apart from the immense financial inconvenience - I'd be grateful. I cannot recall a job I've hated as much as this, that so preoccupies me with the despair of having to go into work. Better, by a long shot - to work at a Denny's or Smitty's than here.
My section - 3 tables. 2 deuces, 1 four top. They're drinking - each of the deuces spend upwards of $1500. The four top - in excess of $4000. It's spending money for the sheer joy of spending money, there is no correlation with a real-world economy, no amount of "foody" justifies this - every course left partially unconsumed, the wine, the liquor goes.
This - I would once have considered $150, $200 a pretty good "date night", but here - well, that gets your coat checked. It's - quite literally - a full order of magnitude above anything I've experienced.
So you struggle on, night after night, hoping it either gets easier, or just ends. My preference - well, I know - the end would be a damned sight preferable - but - I need wheels and so I would prefer to drive onward, as I still apparently have a little too much baggage.
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