Yes, I am still alive.
No, I don’t actually have a home. I do, however, have a place where my stuff is.
I have stories to tell and pictures to prove it. But first, I’m putting entries in for all the films I’ve seen since the silliness began as baseball season ended. I’m not commenting on them, just posting them, because I’m an anal-retentive arsehole and it bugs the living shite out of me that my little list at the right is all wrong.
And if you don’t like it, well, there’s a reason I moved seven-hundred miles away.
Man, I love saying that. Bridges are built for burnin’.