After a ridiculously long sabbatical, we're back, baby! We're older and more decrepit than before, but still the lovable, tipsy idiots of yore.
This time we're cracking open the sarcophagus on Mike Flanagan's "The Fall of the House of Usher" in all its Poe-y glory. Pop a Ligadone and join us. And ignore those sounds coming from the basement. It's probably nothing.
