You can never perfectly balance out the chips and the salsa. There's always leftovers of one or the other.
One of the "rules" I see in noir is "No one is innocent." So far, the mental work on "The Dybbuk's Moll" is proving this out as things get more and more convolved.
It's cold, windy and raining here in Sactown. This must be what Portland is like all winter long. But the Sierras are getting snow!
This (Ally & AJ) song is far too catchy for its own good, especially the "I want my stuff back" part. It's also been running through my head all day, even if it sounds rather stylistically derivative of Metric to me. You have been warned.