1. The first thing I did when I got home was make a pot of coffee and drink the whole thing. (I was seriously undercaffeinated all weekend, which, if you spoke with me whatsoever, I might have noticed.)

2. The second thing I did was watch Stephen King’s Desperation on SyFy, and laugh hysterically. And I am the world’s biggest weenie about anything vaguely resembling horror, so it takes a lot to show me hundreds of dead bodies and manage to NOT creep me out, but after the fifteenth tarantula-riddled corpse, I was cracking up. Did they build the town on a huge mating nest? Also, young woman stock character, is it necessary to scream every time you see one? It’s like your thirtieth corpse. Eventually it has to be old hat, right?

Steven Weber has the magical ability to look totally embarrassed in whatever he’s in, as if he’s sending a manful hostage note right through the camera to the audience. Best scene: while touring a Small Town Abandoned Place, he fondles a Foreign Artifact (hey-o!) and he and the young woman stock character have to pant at one another for two minutes, because you know how finding random artifacts on an office desk makes you frisky.

In true TV-movie fashion, not only does this encounter not affect the plot, it doesn’t even come up (HEY-O!) again in character beats. It’s just how Steven Weber rolls.

The best part of the entire thing is Ron Perlman, who knows when the time has come to chew scenery. Check out that pretty face. Third from the bottom is the best one. Jazz hands!

3. I’m still wasted-tired. The con reminded me of the “Gotta Dance” number in Singing in the Rain when Gene Kelly and company are on a pair of moving walkways, dancing manically and zooming back and forth and just missing one another.