In which I provide my perspective and pseudo-analysis (and rambling review) of four horror movie “classics” from my large pile of ancient bargain-bin monstrosities.
In which I finally consume some well-aged nutrition.. Or at least some slightly-aged recordings.
In which I complain a little about a little pain and talk a lot about walking a bunch.
In which I’m really meant to be talking about songs and their effect, but I’m actually talking about reflections on a life.
In which I struggle to find coherent thoughts about pattern finding, and semi-conclude that I need to drink more coffee.