It's a pleasant, warm, moderately sunny spring Saturday
afternoon in Seattle. This is the kind of weather that, when it hits, people
run around the city sans shirt, because that’s just how we roll. There may be
some rain in the forecast later on, but I won't know about that. I'm about to
head indoors and spend the next 12 hours watching horror movies with a bunch of
other vitamin D deficient weirdoes at the Bone Bat Comedy of Horrors Film Festival. And I would have it any other way.
