"Well then... what's orange? If this is red, I wanna know, What's orange?"

Well we finally made it to St. Pete... Thank God. Sixteen hours in a vehicle is not exactly my cup of jager.

On the way I did some homework, did some sleeping, and watched The Corpse Bride:

• Old Woman: [hitting skeleton with her walker] Bounder!
  Alfred the Skeleton: Sweetie pie!
  Old Woman: Cad! [hits him again]
  Alfred the Skeleton: Angel!
  Old Woman: Degenerate
  Alfred the Skeleton: GERTRUDE!
  Old Woman: [adjusts her glasses] Is that you, Alfred? But... you died fifteen years ago!
  Alfred the Skeleton: [grabs old woman and dips her] Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!
  [kisses her]
  

... and Requiem for a Dream:

• Tyrone C. Love: California, here we come.
  Harry Goldfarb: It's Florida, Ty. Florida.
  Tyrone C. Love: California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting a tan.
• Big Tim: I know it's pretty, baby, but I didn't bring it out for air.
  

And just so everyone's clear... I have no idea whose internet I'm mooching... just some random next-door neighbor with a wireless network, I assume... But I won't be using it for long, so it's all good.