Matt Groening has exposed anyone with a dream. It’s fair critique. Some days, I chuckle, trying desperately to think of something inspired. Other days, it just flows.
The last couple of days, I’ve seen a couple of movies, listened to a couple of albums, and all I can muster through the rainy-day blues is “Meh.”
I need to get a press pass and go watch some avant-garde pretentiousness and remember why I loved ‘The Matrix‘ so much.
Maybe a ‘The Matrix Trilogy‘ retrospective.
Feels uninspired, no matter how passionate I am about it.