Seriously, I blame Google. In the time I've had online this weekend, I've had an epic run of web-surfing. I've followed the bouncing links through Amtrak itineraries; troubled Highway 1 at Big Sur; the Xixax film forums; Joel Coen's upcoming The Tragedy of Macbeth with Denzel Washington (plus other upcoming films); latest news from Indian Country Today; the War of the Roses; the Enchanted Booklet Instagram page; protective cases for iPhones; the Unspooled podcast Facebook community; the films and documentaries of Werner Herzog; Mário de Andrade's Macunaíma; Philadelphia Phillies spring training updates; curve-billed thrashers; Arkham House books; Sound of Metal and especially Paul Raci's role in the film; Cave of Forgotten Dreams; The Ninth Configuration; gila monsters and the likelihood of me being killed by one in Arizona; The Green Fog; back to Werner Herzog; Eszter Balint; Sylvain Chomet (partially in connection with Jacques Tati); Philippe Petit; Ross McElwee; documentaries about Indigenous peoples of the Americas; the latest news about the Johnson & Johnson COVID-19 vaccine; kaiju face masks; a Twitter thread about Cop Rock recommended by a former Daily Collegian colleague; the artwork of Timothy Ide; Glastonbury; psychogeography; today's weather here in Florence (a "chilly" high of just 60); the Cairngorm Mountains of Scotland; author Lauret Savoy; the history of role-playing games; the pandemic and American sports; the uninhabitability of Mars; the person on my neighborhood community Facebook page who's unhappy about barking dogs; and ... Fuzzy Wuzzy brand cat food.
Phew.
Now I'm winded. I think I'll go for a walk.
Here's that full Fuzzy Wuzzy label, for posterity:
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