you owe it to yourself

to go watch The Mist.

in my opinion, it is the greatest pure horror film yet made (that i've seen, at least).

holy crap! oh, and the performances delivered by a few of the key actors...wow.

wow wow wow.

the mentally unstable preacher woman's face at the slightest (and only) bit of consideration thrown her way...
the son's face when his dad was handing him over to someone else...
the main character's reaction at the end...
that last scene in particular was the first time in my life that I was completely and totally convinced by a dramatic performance.
holy crap.

just one thing. forgive the stephen king-isms during the middle act (the flaming bug stuff in particular).

the greatest essential scary flic i've ever seen, and immediately ranked in my top three movies of all time.

Thanks, and good night!

rudderless, mastless, deplorable.

Carlo Triumphant

All better now. whew.

hey, gentle snowflakes outside at the moment, though it's not that cold out.
altogether very pleasant.

looking forward to a nice diversion from the usual tonight.

oh, and i finally got a copy of tiger woods for the xbox, which should help with the winter withdrawal symptoms...

Seriously?

now i've got a sore throat and a cough?
wow, this anno di cristo thang ain't workin' out for me very well thus far...

we're looking at 10 days of illness, boys and girls...

meh.

i Still standing!

said tony montana.

hey, that was quite a work-burnout-induced virus last week, wasn't it?

whew. well, all's "better" now, so there. i finished Call of Duty 3, qualified for the PGA tour in Tiger Woods golf, and watched a heck of a lot of TV. remarkably little reading was done, but at least i rested.

antibiotics have made me realize just how out of synch i am with today's world. i really belong in a different time, say London circa 1860 or so.

it's a bit of a convoluted explanation that requires tailoring based on the listener's reactions, which i'd be more than willing to enter into should you remind me.