Or, perhaps, simply from my darker sensibilities. Since I'm between jobs again, once I'm done with the morning's scanning of job listings (I can only spend so much time reading job descriptions till the words stop making sense), I find myself watching a lot of movies and TV. Yesterday was not a banner day for me. I started with Mike Flanagan's The Midnight Club . I've enjoyed every one of Flanagan's series on Netflix (the Haunting of Hill House , the Haunting of Bly Manor , Midnight Mass ) and am definitely looking forward to what he does with the Fall of the House of Usher . So I figured I'd check out Midnight Club. I should have taken a cue from this for the rest of my day, but 10 minutes in I realized that watching a series about terminally ill teeanagers really wasn't cutting it for me. So I went looking elsewhere. For some reason, I ended up watching Men after this. Not sure how this seemed like a good idea, but at least there weren't any t
in my NOT so humble opinion
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