Talking to SupaSupa today, she pointed out Naked New York (which I hadn’t seen yet), and reminded me of Naked Pictures of My Ex-Girlfriends (which I had).

Today was so impossibly humid that walking to the bank felt more like wading through mud than air, and not in a relaxing day-at-the-spa kind of way at all but more in an Artax-sinking-into-the-swamp kind of way. I’m dying for fall to come, and it’s not helping that very, very early Halloween things are starting to show up in stores. It’s not even August yet and I can’t wait for October. I want to wear turtlenecks and drink hot things and carve pumpkins again. I’m sure once classes start again - in just a few weeks now - it will be winter before I know it, so maybe it’s good that I’m already anticipating autumn.

I liked the Minority Report review over at catchdubs, and I think Sucka needs to update.