The only grievance I have to offer is towards myself: I should have salted the concrete on the back yard. It can get slippery out there, when you’re trying to pick up the garbage can for the third time. Ask me how I know.
Moe Lane
PS: Watching the sky go from ‘rain with mixed snow’ to ‘brutally blue and windy’ in a minute was freakier than I expected. The kids thought so, too.
PPS: I limped over to look, and it turns out the garbage can fell again. …Fine. Be that way.
“I got a lot of problems with you people*, and now, you’re gonna hear about it!”
*I do not actually have any problems with you people at all.
…I’d air some grievances, but I don’t think that I have any really worth mentioning. I’ve been trying to actually forgive people for stuff lately and mean it. That’s the hard part. It’s apparently fun to hold onto that stuff, for given values of ‘fun.’
Although I’m still kind of ticked that there isn’t a Guillermo del Toro AT THE MOUNTAINS OF MADNESS. I mean, come on, Hollywood. That’s a high concept scientific-horror flick concept! It’ll generate its own hype, too! Stop leaving money on the table.
