Wait. Before you say anything, watch this in full screen!
I was planning to do a light-hearted post with this title, apologizing again for my lack of Horrorthon participation, because the truth is I was extremely anxious about the election and I was letting it get in the way. I couldn't help it.
After National Curl Yourself in a Ball Day (November 9th -- it'll catch on!), I've managed to find some semblance of myself and I wish to reconnect with Horrorthon anyway. Because I need it and I love it. And because I choose hope. Doesn't matter if I'm wrong, that's what hope is.
I've been thinking of starting a political blog or Facebook page or something else of questionable significance to get my thoughts on the world out there -- but not here. This is where we talk about movies and TV and whatever weird, scary art catches our fancy. I was listening to Abbey Road today and feeling rueful about it, because they weren't dealing with what we're dealing with. But well before it ended I realized that didn't matter. They're cheering us on from back there, all of us. Urging us forward and wishing us well. And someday our descendants will have crazy space adventures.
Now watch it again. I love you guys.