Here's a conversation that Kris and I will not be having ever again.

Kris: Honey, for dinner why don't you have this three-week-old garlic-onion soup and this three-week-old wine?
Me: Okay.

Why won't we be having this conversation again? Because from now on I'll be saying "Hell no! Throw that shit out!"

I've spent all morning (the last three hours) spewing bodily fluids from various openings. I've never vomited so much in my life. And it all tastes like garlic-onion soup (mixed with bile, of course).

I can only hope that I get over this by about noon, which is when Fellowship of the Ring starts.

Gotta run. Stomach is rumbling again...

On this day at foldedspace.org

2005 — King Kong, American Idiot   In which the new King Kong film is awful, but the remix of Green Day's American Idiot is not.

2004 — Our Wild Kingdom   In which Rosings Park is home to birds and squirrels and cats, even in the middle of winter.

2003 — Undigital   In which I rant about digital effects in film-making. They're overused!

2002 — Tradition   In which I long to return to church, not to worship a god, but to spend time with family and friends.