I'm in one of those moods, and suppose I have been for a week or so, wherein I pursue intellectual vigour and find disappointment. It results in one-line posts in line with sexual frustration, and paragraph-long film reviews of empty statements.
So I'm going to bed to watch the four unwatched Hitchcock films I have.
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
