I love how the menu on the Wicker Man DVD trumpets the shocking alternate ending that is neither shocking nor alternate. The rest of the film is such a nonsensical mindfuck that the only way it could’ve been shocking was if Nic Cage’s character suddenly wound up being the son of Sister Summersisle, as well as being the deformed naked man in her downstairs bedroom. And its hard to be alternate when there’s no other ending presented anywhere. Then again, after watching the film, its hardly surprising that its makers have no real sense of what things mean.

One day, I’m going to find a double-sided promo poster for Justified. And I will buy it like a buying thing, and lo! I shall—um. Yeah, I dunno. I just really really want one, ok? I have a small collection. Leave me alone.

So tired. Will probably go to bed soon. Stupid Blizzard wanting me to download a 276 meg patch. Why couldn’t they have had that when I was at the hotel with the lovely highspeed wireless? Instead, I will be downloading in chunks over the course of like, 3 days. Lovely. You can practically see my excitement oozing onto the table.