This guy. He’s having a photo show. Should you go? I don’t know, maybe. Am I going? Maybe. Depends really. I’ve started re-watching Sherlock and I’m looking forward to going home every night to set up Camp Cozy Times on the couch. I order in Japanese, wear my duvet like a lion’s pelt, and I watch TV. I also fart. A lot. Speaking of flatulence, I read something the other day about how smelling your own farts sends information about your state of health back to your brain. That’s why your own farts aren’t that bad: they’re educational; whereas your mother’s make you want to kill yourself.