Astrofish.net actively fighting appalling urban sprawl, one horoscope at a time.

Never said I was always clear, first thing in the morning.

I was having breakfast, the other morning, in a Tex-Mex place of some renown. Eggs scrambled with peppers and dried beef, not that it matters. Sitting behind me was an older couple, from the overheard conversation, winter Texans from Montana. They were discussing the relative merits – or lack of merit – in the recent movie “No Country For Old Men.” Ben asked for a review. Couldn’t help but love the movie. Not exactly a happy ever after kind of film, but who cares? It’s modern literature. Reminds me of something that Hotspur says, I guess that’s a different book.