ON HIATUS . . .
(And mostly in light of the fact that I expect a maximum of about 4 visitors to the blog today.)
Indeed, that baker's dozen geezers ate so much turkey they're still sleeping off the tryptophan haze this morning. And the snoring! The farting! Good god.
Anyway, the FSMOMYOTD will be back, as scheduled, next Friday. Knowing full well that no one's gonna respond to my query, I'll nonetheless ask . . . any requests? (And please know full well, yourselves, that I may not be able, willing, or up to the task of fulfilling those requests, but I'll ask nonetheless.)
So enjoy the extra time you'll now have! Think of the added freedom, not reading a 14,000 word treatise on some obscure flick.