Dander Still Up. Drowning in Great Dismal Swamp. Film at Eleven.

Maybe this is the last in my series of dander-raising essays, as recent national and world events have most definitely left so many of us with a raging case of TDS. (Trump Derangement Syndrome, look it up it's a thing).

So many damned browser tabs sitting there open. So little time.

Or maybe not. Who knows. Where are all these suicides coming from?

My editor keeps telling me, "don't let it