It’s been a rough week for this Buffy fan, as actors and writers who worked on that and other Joss Whedon-produced shows come forward to accuse him of abuse and misconduct.
Kudos to me for saving money for a change. Which I promptly spent on other goodies from Amazon.
We probably rely on muscle memory more than we realize.
Different shirts, same assholes. They were fascists then and they’re fascists now.
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
I’m blogging in the afternoon, which feels odd to me.