[It's fine, it's fine, this old man's already so far underground that it's probably a moot point, but let's be real they're both there -- nostalgia has never been one-sided when it comes down to it. Sometimes your life really is a whole jar of aged pickles.]

One must overlook some things in the pursuit of digestible literature.

[No, he's just being silly, but it's indeed a thought: it's not a bad time to stock up in light of the impending end of everything, and it's doubtful that a spot of popcorn will be enough given who they are. Hmm.]



You have something in mind?