No running commentary tonight. Let’s see if I can finish this fingerless glove I’m crocheting.

Closing thoughts: so some people taste some white goo that’s bubbling up out of the ground, decide to stick it in cool whip bowls, and sell it. Somehow, the people are not put off by the name The Stuff and gobble that shit up. Soon it’s the only thing they eat. When it vacates the body, all that’s left of that body is a shell. The Stuff appears to be alive. It’s up to this Foghorn Leghorn sounding FBI reject, a marketing lady, and a little boy to save humanity from The Stuff. Fun movie. I’d put it on for background noise.