Dumb, stupid, useless day. But there I was, all day long, mired in it, like a bison in a Los Angeles tar pit. It was sunny, mostly, and the high was 84˚F. But there's this fucking tropical storm bear down on the Gulf, and the sun won't last. Some days are not worth remembering. They're hardly worth the effort required to forget them. The day's film was Tarantino's The Hateful Eight (2015), possibly Tarantino's most visually impressive film. So, I leave you with Lydia in the Porkchop Express, dignity incarnate. Later, Aunt Beast 4:56 p.m.