There wasn’t any really big news this week in baseball, which worries me a great deal.
I’m still trying to re-gain the hang of these things. I almost wrote a review of the 1962 no-budget cult-classic horror film Carnival of Souls to fill up space, but I had way too much to do around the house. Maybe next time. You can all go watch it before then and we can have a discussion. Or not. I will say the reason it works so well isn’t the plot, dialogue or acting (all of which are less-than-stellar), but rather the filmmakers realized three things and leaned into them: Black-and-white film is creepy, organ music is creepy, and abandoned amusement parks are creepy.