In Which I go to town to see Marty Supreme: quite a movie!
Good morning, my dear friend, dear reader of this post, you fine lady, you fine gentleman! Cheers! How are you? Hope you are okay? It has been a week that went by faster than one would expect! I was wanting to write a post earlier than now, and I had a draft, but it was getting too big, and too many threads of thinking going into it, and it would be far out of the scope of a blog post to cover all that I was loosely writing about, it was too big and tiresome to read, too hard to find a finishing line, so I did what I don't usually do and scrapped the whole post, not an easy nor a decision I took lightly, but it was needed, or else the post would just keep dragging on. That said, I am okay. Monday I was pretty melancholic, so this Tuesday I could go to the movies, for the first time since The Phoenician Scheme, which was a good excuse to get out of the house, though the movie disappointed. I went to the movies, got my ice cream, then popcorn, and also bought a bottle of eau de toil...
