No post today. I was planning to write last night, but then Rusty brought home Terry Gilliam's latest flick, Tideland, which, well. Well. How to explain. Think Brazil meets Alice in Wonderland meets Faulkner (a dash of As I Lay Dying combined with a soupçon of "A Rose for Emily"). Sounds horrifying, right? And yet it was actually so much worse.
Jesus, Mary and friggin Joseph. I can barely type this, what with the fact that I'm rocking back and forth and sucking my thumb. Someone throw a blanket over me.