What I Recalled Watching Netflix

Leave a Comment / By Paul Hughes / June 10, 2024

[Television is educational.]

One
Saying the same stuff over and over looks like you have different things to say.

Two
If you’re ever in a below-average film or streaming series, and you beat the tar out of a guy, in a house, and you gaze down in both some shock as also a certain satisfaction upon an apparently thrashed, seemingly incapacitated intruder on the floor of a kitchen/bedroom/living room … don’t leave — do not leave — that house. Kneecap him. Tie him to the tailgate and drive ‘round the block a time or three. Don’t matter, and he won’t care about the niceties of difference. Call the cops, if you must, and wait. But don’t leave. If there’s a child/spouse/partner/pet with you and you’re worried, fine: make them safe, call your ex-/parents/in-laws to come get him/her/it. But do not leave the house. If you do, and you shd make it back, when you come back, the body will be gone.

Three
There is no difference between distraction and addiction.

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