Going Into Cruise Control

I fiddled with Duolingo and watched Episodes 3 and 4 of Deadwood S2. Watching Al Swearingen get a metal rod shoved up his wonkus multiple times in an ultimately successful bid to dislodge his kidney stones was excruciating. Thank you, Jesus, for the glories of modern medicine.

We're in cruise control for Christmas. We might make a special trip to see 47 Romin at a distant theater since ours won't be getting it. It's opted to hitch its wagon to The Secret Life of Walter Mitty instead in the not-incorrect belief that the ancient octogenarians will go for it. They probably will, but that doesn't leave much for those who are sick to the back teeth of sentimental wangsting and manipulative holiday glurge. I like epiphanous empowerment stories now and then, but sometimes you just need to see an ass-kicking.