Clint Eastwood

Is, of course, our Lord and Savior and Junk, but that is besides the point. I've been awful busy lately, what with the brief rise and fall of activity, that one might confuse with a social life (seriously, it was epic. Like Caligulia, but sexier). So I didn't even have time to watch the new episode of Young Justice, much less watch any movies. I have, however, had time to read Rise of the Ogre. So, enjoy this: