I'd like to come back to that first part, but I'll hold myself back for now. I expected more technical finesse from you. So I think I'm just shocked.

Roxy, please, get an ad-blocker.

I understand. I'd be inclined to agree a bit more if that moment in our lives weren't so fraught with familial homicide. Though, I'd be lying if I said your presence didn't help. Anyway, it seems their influence permeates what is left of your aberant timeline.

Ah, I see. Though, to be fair, I haven't, in your words, "gone off the deep end", in years now. In fact, it was only once. When I was 13. I can't help but imagine some horrific tragedy has transpired yet again. Unrelated to your distaste for Con Air.

I feel similarly hearing you unabashedly grill your favorite movie. You're looking a bit grim lately, John. Perhaps even a tad dark.

I feel like I'm witnessing some sort of timeline convulsion. Like reality itself is sputtering and flecking spit erratically like a dog without lungs.

I'm opening up this post for discussion. Why do most of Sigmund Freud's photos depict him mid-smoke?