Everyone, meet Robyn. Robyn, everyone. I’m sure you’ll be fast friends.
Dani and I watched, fascinated and horrified, as the living guts of District 9 wound themselves out and writhed before us. We were VIP guests at a cinematic abattoir. A more realistic depiction of humanity’s possible role in interspecies relations than, say, Avatar, but on the other hand, fewer floating rocks. I think its an even trade.
Later today, I will post links to the Twitpics of the various sketches I did, like I’ve been promising. I assure you I’ve been busy with great important things lately. Incidentally, it did not seem like John Cena brought his A game on Monday night. Just a thought.