OK, I've broken my foot. Not a bad break. What they call a "clean" break. Not likely to require surgery, which is certainly something to be thankful for. But that doesn't make it any more fun to lug my oversized frame around the apartment on crutches, doing the "work from home" thing until I feel OK about hauling myself around Westchester County without breaking anything else.

Fortunately, I managed to polish off 28 Days Later and Criterion's phenomenal new by Brakhage shortly before being put in a position where sitting still for a two-hour movie frankly isn't real comfortable. (If only I had gotten around to putting that TV in the bedroom ... ) But you know we take these things one day at a time etc. and I hope to be back in the swing of things soon. A review of 28 Days Later, which borrows smartly from George Romero without whiffing it until the third act, should be coming soon. For now, check out my review of the Brakhage set, which runs a ripe 4,000+ words thanks to being written in the bedroom, sans Internet connection, and away from the usual distractions that pollute my workspace. I could get used to this -- but, of course, I wouldn't want to.