Bad Film Club

It’s Christmas in Beaverton, OR where only 3% of the houses have any lights and every business closed early on the 24th, like at 5 or 6pm. In the past fortnight, maybe a few people actually acknowledged the holidays but did so as part of their “thanks for buying shit at this retail chain, hope whatever your shit is goes well” empathy quotas. It also hasn’t rained (or snow? here? ha) in forever. Which, you know, is fucking stupid since I’m the only schmuck who moved here for the rain. Anyway, you look outside and it’s pitch black. Hell, it was a barren wasteland at 7pm and I had to do some grocery shopping at a gas station and a 7-11. What a strange, sad, boring town this is. However, the goddamn radio hasn’t STOPPED playing “Jesus and/or Santa is pretty ok” garbage. Happy holidays, everyone! ^_^