Do you think I'm withholding my nipple because you won't get me Magic Cards?

Yes, ok, I know, and yes, being wrong about so much IS something you get used to eventually.

But what a fucking satisfying season finale!! I laughed! I cried! I screamed! I gasped! I did all of those things more than once! I found myself STILL agawk at Adam Scott as he is just...some fuckin' every man!

There were so many things I wanted to talk abut last night, I wish I had recorded my conversation with both my dad and with Derek so I could remember all of the things I wanted to talk about. I might have to watch the episode again and go bit by bit over each thing that struck me.

But mostly I really loved exactly how it ended. I told my dad that if there was no season three, this was an absolutely fucking dynamite, perfectly executed ending. I also tried to talk to my dad about absurdism, and that was a clusterfuck, so that conversation may be better served here. 

Let's see what I was wrong about:

Almost all of it. 

Edit: I fucking started this blog on March fuckin' 21st. It is now May 7th. I do not remember a single fucking thing I wanted to talk about. Well...hang on, no. I remember wanting to talk about the brilliant tragedy of Milchik and the corporate/racism of it all, wanting to discuss the illusion of choice, wanting to discuss the ethics of AI, absurdism, how wild it is that Adam Scott is just...some fuckin' guy and how infuriating that is (does he have the star power of Ron Livingston?? I have yet to decide!), and also how there is still so much room for me to be right about some of my theories. Mostly that part. 

I did want to revisit Severance, so I don't know if I'll be able to do that anytime soon, given that I have travel coming up, I have a BUNCH of work coming up. So I am just going to publish this to get it out of my drafts,  and then fuckin' whatever. We'll see.