Red Lights is a clever movie. It doesn't actually seem all that clever until the end, but that's what makes it clever.

Does that make sense?

It's good. I know that much.

That, and it features some funny binge drinking. Serious guzzling. Awkward consumption of alcohol, FTW.

Is this the crappiest review in the history of the world? It might be. I've written good reviews. I'm okay with this not being one of them.

Less funk, more ferociousness. I've got to work through being a pissed off little camper.

Sound like a plan?

This isn't the most aggressive style ever, but it's just the tip of the iceberg, methinks.

As an aside, it looks like I'll have a neat new show to tell you all about soon. As always, details as soon as I have them.

There's been a James brown thing going on recently.

Star Time

This sketch is where the new sticker is coming from. I've scanned it in HUGE and will now proceed to clean it up and tweak it digitally until it's completely funkdified.

Make it funky.

This funky?

Only in my dreams.