It’s one of those nights where I’m too tired to wanna think about anything, so I just watched Season of the Witch and ate an entire bag of popcorn for dinner. Watch out, I’m living my best life over here.

I think I relate to Steven King’s character more than any other in the history of film. Not so much the turning into a moss monster and shooting myself in the face, but the staying up way too late watching crummy TV while getting completely trashed part.

P.S.
Leslie Neilsen’s velour tracksuit is pure sex.

Watching these dudes nerd out over classic synths, get stoned, riffle through first pressing Can vinyls, and then make a tech death classic had me on discogs buying a copy of In Search of Ancient Gods.

I’ve been pumping the new Boards of Canada single and Tomorrow’s Harvest all day so I needed a movie that fits that vibe. God tier movie.

Ghost Ship: ⭐

The nap I took while watching Ghost Ship: ⭐⭐⭐

Neil Breen loves smashing his old laptops and getting his nipples out.