Am I asking for too much? Did the mirror call my bluff?
I am home from a slightly frustrating doctor's appointment. Have a picture of Autolycus enjoying Bird Theater from the windowsill beyond my desk.

To match the Québécois locations of Hitchcock's inventively rigorous and underrated nail-biter I Confess (1953), which we can now deeply regret missing at the HFA in 2013, I showed
spatch 1952 Glendale in Crime Wave (1954), which seems to have secured its place as one of my favorite B-movies. I am never going to get over the ghost machine of film.

To match the Québécois locations of Hitchcock's inventively rigorous and underrated nail-biter I Confess (1953), which we can now deeply regret missing at the HFA in 2013, I showed

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Doctor, cat, or movies?
*hugs*
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Well, amen.