If Spielberg’s vision for War of the Worlds ever comes true, I know what my role would be. I don’t think I’d be amongst the masses incinerated in the early onslaught (chances are I’d be inside, not knowing what was going on until at least days later), but I’d probably get caught in one of those big cage things on the tripods. Don’t worry though, because I’d be the guy who first infects the aliens with the common cold. Consider me the sacrifice that saves humanity. I’m fine with that. You see, somehow, we’re only 7 weeks into the year and I’m already on my third cold. Third! What the heck happened to my immune system? Also, Aisha watched War of the Worlds last night (I only caught glimpses, so it doesn’t feature in this post as an official watch), and bloody hell is Tim Robbins creepy in that film. Here’s what I watched this week.
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