The Target Market

Well, here it is Tuesday.  I'm going to bake bread today... and begin the painting of my stairwell.  I have chosen a nice, calming color,  soothing to the eye, imbued with hues relaxing and tranquil to quell the trembling of my battered aura... it's called Zen.  Shit!  Maybe I should switch to Romance Novels.
So, while the movie theaters are still open, I went to see "The Invisible Man" last evening.  It dragged at times.  The first half works really hard to make you sympathize with Elizabeth Moss... and I didn't.  She claims to be running away from an abusive marriage...  I tend to be very cynical about people who make generalized claims without be able to site specifics.  In the original, Claude Rains ran around naked to achieve full invisibility, this was not the case with Oliver Jackson-Cohen.
I did get some rather sad news yesterday.  My store is considered "essential."  That's right, we are not going to close.  This is because a number of contractors, plumbers and electricians, and so on, shop our store for their needs.  Personally, with Covid - 19 preparing to run rampant through the country, I would not want some stranger in my house.  I picked up my paint yesterday and there was a woman there with her kids... cause schools are closed.  And she was browsing paint colors.  Can we talk stupid here?  She has absolutely no clue it is going to be people like her who are going to be spreading this virus.
When I go back to work on Thursday, I will need to find out how they are going to deal with people like me... since the virus has designate people over 65 as part of its Target Market.
And I guess yesterday was also the day when the Idiot Jerk in the White House finally understood how terribly serious the situation is with Covid - 19.  He is going to be remembered not for the economy, but for how atrocious he was handing this pandemic.  Projections for the amount of deaths in this country are dire.  This moron now knows he's going to go down in the history books as the worst president in the history of this country.  Blame those who put this monster into power.
And... finally, to end on a nicer note.  Blossoms are sprouting all over my peach tree.  This is what spring looks like.

Welcome Spring.

Depp - who cares

I saw the Depps are in the news again.  You know who I'm talking about, Johnny and Amber... and, who cares?  Evidently they're getting a divorce.  She got a restraining order against him because he shoved her and threw his Iphone at her... who cares?  Now, that's a terrible thing to say, and I'm sure there are people out there who actually do... care, but not me.  I've never really been impressed with his acting.  In fact, his best performances are when he's hidden under globs of make-up... except for that turd,The Lone Ranger.  I never went to see it and had no desire to watch it.  That movie died at the box office because... evidently nobody wanted to see Johnny Depp under globs of make-up.  He blamed the critics on that hot mess, and failed to comprehend nobody wanted to see him upstage the Lone Ranger in a film called The Lone Ranger.
The Depps made headlines a while back because their combined egos refused to let them follow Australian law.  Yepper, they thought they were special enough to simply smuggle their little Yorkies into the country.  Of course, the Australian authorities were not amused.  They realized the Depps were really nothing more than dumb-shit, egocentric assholes and treated them like the idiots they are, and... who cares?  One can only wonder if their divorce might not somehow be sourced to the Yorkie experience, with one Depp blaming the other Depp.
Anyway, as I was thinking about writing on this topic, I dropped Johnny's name on the Internet and saw he's contracted to play The Invisible Man.

Not invisible enough

Unfortunately, when he isn't being invisible, he's going to swaddled under globs of make-up and bandages... who cares?  I don't.  I'd like to see a remake of The Invisible Man, but not with Johnny Depp.  Sadly, for him, his best talent seems to be in choosing the best make-up artist.