So now that we can all agree the world and its inhabitants are facing certain, utter doom, I guess I'll start a blog. I know, blogging is so last week. Tell me about it! But fitting enough, I suppose, as I more or less prefer to dwell in the past. My only promise to you, dear, hopelessly lost readers, is that I will never delve into politics and will never, ever say I love you. And religion--we'll just leave that to the heavily armed. On this blog, I have more serious matters to attend to!
That's right, we're talking dead character actors, dusty, forgotten made-for-tv movies, one-hit wonders from the stone age, guys in hairy rubber suits, choppy vhs copies of your uncle's infamous Tijuana bachelor party, hair the size of Texas aerosoled into total submission, and whatever else happens to catch my eye as I while away waiting for that inevitable bony rider and pale horse, et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum.
