My union came out with COVID recommendations yesterday. I know about a third of the authors. They're the guys who ask me for health advice. One of them is the guy who screws up my pizza order. Not a one of them has touched biology since high school.

It's all so insane. It's like we're the dudes tasked with digging under Chernobyl to drain it and we're doing it naked because we'll get heat stroke except instead of preventing a supercritical nuclear explosion we're preventing Peter Chernin from missing a payment on his yachts.

My one consolation is these are one side of a conversation - they are the professional opinion of professionals about the mitigation necessary to prevent the spread of COVID. The other side of the conversation is the underwriters tasked with assessing the risk of COVID development in order to assign the appropriate premium to production insurance. And those guys? They're effectively being asked to write a life insurance policy for a suicide bomber. It's gonna be spendy.

So yeah right now I'm looking forward to a career where the guys who play Words With Friends during the safety meetings have come up with the document that outlines how not to catch the plague. In an environment where fucking Kroger can't stay open 24 hours, we're planning 24-hour productions.

I mean.

What else is there to say.