dom. they are known as trolls. watch the troll hunter. it is pretty hokey but i couldnt turn it off as it had a story to follow and wasnt scary more like an investigation.
finally some content and john wants to move it away.
I just read a Robert Frost poem last night: now that was impenetrable (except the last line - I live in Vermont).
True, my cranium is as impenetrable as a steel ball bearing. But the inside is just soft mushy material of indeterminate composition. Like a Robert Frost poem.
Went out with four of my colleagues tonight, all women. One woman at the table next to us leaned over to me and said I was one lucky man. Of course I told her no. They're four lucky women.