ROGUE ONE & THE LEGEND OF THE CINEMA MAN

There will be no lusting after clothes today, because the only Thing That Is Good™ on my mind, at this current moment, is Rogue One. Go see it right now. If you're at work, quit. If you're out with friends, ditch them. If you're in bed with your spouse, get a divorce. The world can wait. You've got (A) Star Wars (Story) to watch. I won't spoil anything here -- and I'm definitely not going to review the movie, because that is not the purpose of this blog -- but it is a damn fine movie and well worth the fistful of fiat currency demanded by the buttery-handed cinema man. He smells of popcorn and his feet are always sticky. Do not trust the Cinema Man. Legend has it that he can silence a cell phone with a single stare and that he attained immortality by consuming exactly fourteen bags of Goobers every single day. Maybe the legends aren't true. Maybe they're only half true. Even then, that's one hell of fucking half. Go see Rogue One or the Cinema Man will come for you. And if you smell stale popcorn, run for your life ​-RB