Just got back from a weekend jaunt down to San Francisco (sorry, Mom!), where I worked on my swing, got too much sun, drank too much, listened to too much 80s music, and played too much “Battlefield 1942”. Good trip. (Even if Bob Mould played too much of his new stuff, and ACWLP turned out not to carry Locus and Green Apple didn’t yet have the July issue, which apparently has favorable mentions of “Theo’s Girl” and “Fetch”.) Wish I could quit my job and just hang out in Brandon’s basement.

In between all that other stuff, we went to see 28 Days Later. Everything John Shirley says about it is true. Stylish, well paced, well written, well acted, and just at my tolerance for being freaked out. (I slept okay, but two days later I was still checking the colors of people’s eyes and measuring up the distance in case I had to take them down.) The best thing about 28 Days is that it’s honest: there are twists, but they’re all genuine; no cheap gut shots, just a scary premise scarily presented. Serious zombie movie fans probably won’t like it because it’s not funny enough and doesn’t follow the formula; but that’s okay; serious kung-fu fans didn’t like Crouching Tiger, either. As far as the rest of us are concerned, I recommend it highly.