Primate, Pizza, Pita, and Post-Run Treats
Slow-burn horror, creature work that actually felt real, and a run that turned into pizza, donuts, shawarma, and homemade cinnamon rolls.
Slow-burn horror, creature work that actually felt real, and a run that turned into pizza, donuts, shawarma, and homemade cinnamon rolls.
Solo Anaconda matinee, rain-soaked drives, and a pizza-and-donut run to kick off 2026.
A two-movie DOTR weekend featuring Marty Supreme and Avatar: Fire and Ash in IMAX RealD 3D. Long runtimes, killer pacing, stolen 3D glasses, New York–style pizza, donuts, and a reminder of why building worlds—on screen or in games—still hits.
What started as a quiet solo weekend turned into a psychological thriller, a meditation on eternity, a donut ritual, and an unexpected encore with smash burgers and churro sundaes.
An angry dust bunny, an unexpectedly great movie, redemption pizza at Pitfire, and donuts (doughnuts?) that speak for themselves.
Late entry for a quieter weekend: Five Nights at Freddy's 2, a hyped-up but decent slice at Esco's, a cold cream donut at Flour that stole the show, and me recouping while diving into game design.
Thought I had family issues, but Dek had it worse — outcast Yautja, flying across the galaxy to prove he belongs. I just drove around Los Angeles for Predator: Badlands, metal pizza, donuts, and tacos. Loud. Greasy. Therapeutic.
Life doesn’t always go as planned — but if you try sometimes, you still get the donut. Stones reference and midlife crisis aside — my plan for Saturday was simple, and simple didn’t work out — but it turned out way better: donuts, brunch, and tacos.