. . . Or are you glad to see me? You know how it goes - you're reading a 108-year-old trade journal for druggists, and you run across an interesting story from Minneapolis in the early days of the previous century.
The amount of stuff buried in the Google archives is amazing - and largely unread, I'd guess. Probably for a reason.
TV Oh, great. This stuff again.
It's a miniseries with a guaranteed 10-12 parts, so they won't cancel it after four episodes like all the network shows with high-concept arcs, but they won't finish the mystery in the first season. If ever. Also, it's by M. Night Shyamalan, which may mean the town is (SPOILERS) being menaced by angry shrubbery.
FOLLOW-UP Icelandair is a wonderful airline: the food's great and the music selection will make you ditch your iPod. When you land, you're in Iceland, which is only six hours away from here. Just don't hit the Reyka and start screaming. Or:
Possibly the only justifiable use of Vertical Video Syndrome.
