I made a three-mushroom soup. It’s good but nobody else likes it.
The other day I remembered that the only context I have for the 1993 movie “Alive” is the fact that when my sister was a young teen, she used to write filthy crossover fanfiction about the Newsies crash-landing in the Andes and having to cannibalize each other.
(I’m really glad my sister doesn’t follow me here.)
