Yes, it is my brother Charlie’s first (but I hope not last, because I am not feeling very “clever” today, or this weekend at all for this matter) contribution: He is enraged that it seems Milk might have used the Futura font. “That just makes me angry,” he said, while actually shaking his fist. (I should clarify that the photograph below is not, like, live or anything; in fact it’s from when he was 19. Which was in 2000 or something.)
Yep. Oh, more important news: My most important co-watcher of the evening is completely hiding from me, which is a real problem, because he’s supposed to bring me — say it with me now — ALCOHOL.
Also I was already thinking about ordering in Indian food tonight, and not until this very moment did it occur to me that there was any, you know, connection there with Slumdog Millionaire. I’m a writer; a poet; a genius; I know it.
