I'd rather have a bottle in front a' me than a frontal lobotomy.

I apologize for the subject line. It was the punch line of a painful joke told by one of my psychology professors a few years back and has never quite left my brain.

(If you don't get it, maybe try saying it out loud. Minor word play.)

Watched Session 9 and am going to talk about it now, though only a little.

( Here there be spoilers. )

The ending made me very sad. Alas! I still liked it a lot though. It was rather Silent Hill-y.

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