Something really cool happened the other night. I had a nightmare about Saw without ever seeing the movie. (Well, not the movie per se, but the psycho in it--Jigsaw or whatever) He was chasing me a razor blade and had a scary voice. And I didn't even have any prior fear. Alas, such is life. At least there were no dead Asians involved.
POA and nephews in nearly 13 days!
(Who else thinks that Cat Boy hung his arms out the window on purpose to draw Bill Pullman inside?)