After February 14th, 1989, I've been of the opinion that any Valentine's Day that doesn't include me going to jail is a pretty good Valentine's Day. Yeah, today was the thirtieth anniversary of that fiasco. Anyway, what I'm saying is, even though I didn't sleep but three hours last night and even though the internet was out all evening and even though it was cold and cloudy, it really wasn't such a dreadful excuse for a Valentine's Day. I didn't go to jail.
Today, I read an hilarious article in the latest Weird Fiction Review – Dave Roberts' "Hello Sharkness My Old Friend," a look at all four Jaws films.