I'd forgotten that the DVD came out last week. The first movie in ten years I wished my Dad was next to me in the theater, watching with me. In a word, goddam you, America, for not making it the hit it deserved to be. Watched it again last night. Go buy it. Gooooooo.
Some recent emails have noted I seem cranky lately. You know, looking over the last few posts -- fair enough. Hmmm. I blame jet lag and, well, 3:10 to Yuma not being a megahit. And the middling artwork in the Angel comic book, compared to the Buffy comeback.
Luckily I read Terry Pratchett's Going Postal on my last flight. God that cheered me up. I'd forgotten the sheer delight his wordplay engenders. I should finally read the entire Pratchett library, look it up on line --
"Pratchett Diagnosed with Early-Onset Alzheimer's".
... come on. HIM?
Open thread on Pratchett, Yuma, Buffy and Angel, and Fate being apparently even pissier than I've been lately.