I taste just like candy.

Ex did good on the Sundance swag. He even set up a little spread for me when I came by to collect. Of course my favorite thing wasn't even an intended gift. At a party he'd picked up an Entertainment Weekly reusable grocery bag and of course did not mind parting with it, since the bags really just served as a container for the actual goods. But as I'm mentioning more times than I'd ever planned, EW makes me giddy. (I even broke down and got a subscription this year and agreed to stop purloining Ex's.)

And without further ado, here's an assemblage of visual confection to boost you out of those mid-week doldrums. If these images do not fill you with delight, then I can assure you that we have little to nothing in common.













And to all you people out there taking pictures of crucified/stabbed/mutilated gummi bears and posting them on the interweb, you are really effing sick.