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Found this old image I had saved, it's from 2017. "Screenwriter" and "Producer," eh? Bob is a big shot.
Hilarious. It really doesn't need to be said, but Bob grossly overestimates his own capabilities, and this is a nice illustration of this fact.
In the seven years since that screencap, Bob has produced zero works of note beyond his slowly failing YouTube channel. He's never once mentioned shopping a screenplay around, so either he hasn't got the courage to try, he's "still working on it," or he never really got anywhere in the first place. My money's on the last. And given the ideas he's thrown out there, like "Terminator but Skynet is good" or "Care Bears meets Paradise Lost," I think it's safe to say he wouldn't be able to get anything off the ground, not only because his ideas are awful but also because he can't help but regurgitate existing IP instead of coming up with anything remotely original.
If you'll recall, in his video supposedly about The Primevals, he spent a lot of it whinging about how he's not where he wants to be in life, but he's forcing himself to believe there's a chance he can still make it. To that I reply: there might be, but what are you doing about it? For well over a decade at least, you've been puttering along waiting for someone to discover you and throw a pile of money in your lap to be a glorified idea guy (because Lord knows you wouldn't debase yourself by actually writing, that's for the peons you order around to do!). To this day, nobody has because the world doesn't work that way. The future belongs to those who show up for it, and stewing in anger in your mom's basement is not helping you at all.
And as for what your career has actually amounted to? You've bounced from one failing outlet to the next, where for no discernible reason people actually choose to hire you for your garbage critiques. That hasn't stopped you from throwing them under the bus when they run afoul of your comrades, as Russ Pitts found out the hard way (only for you to get shown the door not long after). Yet it gets you no closer to your dream job of ordering people to make your dream movie while you collect a paycheck, and this knowledge makes you
seethe. You absolutely
abhor when people call you just a YouTuber or a critic because you still have dreams of something greater, but you just can't make that jump.
Honestly, it's probably time to give those dreams up if you're not going to actively work to make them happen. You're in your mid-40s now, your writing is atrocious, and you're remarkably stupid (not to mention how many hours a day you spend sperging on Twitter). Nobody is going to look at your body of work and hire you. Either actually work to improve yourself, or accept that your dreams of making it big in Hollywood are simply never going to happen. Knowing you, though, you'll take the third option: malding and seething.
