I was buying Keystone Ice and Doritos at the beer store when I heard a sample from an old science fiction movie, the kind where atomic doom is fleshed out in awful alien beings and lonely planets.  A man’s frantic voice spoke, “I’ve become obsessed with the notion that I’m the last man on Earth.”  I thought, ‘That’s not obsession!  Obsession is looking in the mirror and wondering if your eyes are too far apart.'
 
 

One: Caveat Emptor

Two: Premiere Music

Four: Scooby Doo Revisited

Tindersticks-Trouble Every Day

Seven: An Open Letter to Andie Macdowell

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Credits, Gratitude, Sundry Bitching