STEVIE: The most utterly depressing thought I can manage at the moment is… in knowing all this suffering is, quite literally, pointless. All of it. The [insert current hot topic], the [insert recent hot news story], [insert worthless, yet utterly stupid whatever] – all pointless tragedies of equal measure, sure.
And all in the face of certain death? And following that, likely cosmic heat death? Bit of a hat-on-hat, if you ask me.
I mean, how much deader can it get?
Makes you question the whole divine plan thing. Just a little.
What’s divine about anyone who can’t sort out a decent ending to their work, huh? That’s just sloppy craftsmanship. No love or passion at all. It’s lazy.
And you can’t blame humanity for having to fill in all the blanks. We’re curious things.
I suppose that’s why we always have to touch the fire or attempt a [insert the latest sensitive cockup of discussion] before you realize you’ve made a big oopsie. Or watch someone else try first. See how it goes.
“Oh, [latest sensitive cockup of discussion]? Yeah. Turns out it burns something nasty. Not too bad though – leaves you a bit raw for a day or two. Unless you’ve record it like some flaccid halfwit.”
Anyway. I finally got around to watching [insert literally any film with actor Bill Hader]. I think it disappointed me some.
Bill Hader’s a dream, though.