Just came back from seeing "Mirrormask" in our local art theatre - haven't been there since we moved here, it's FUNKY, it's got about eleven rows of seats in mismatched upholstery and a projector you can actually see through a window thingy and which looks like something out of the thirties - and came out into a fog the likes of which I've seldom seen and hardly ever (make that never) actually driven in. After a Gaiman story, the reality suddenly seemed to acquire a layer of weirdness that was positively freaky. I drove home at a snail's pace, all the time praying that some too-impatient should-have-been-driving-at-snail's-pace-but-wasn't driver wouldn't rear-end me somewhere - this was the kind of night on which Accidents Happen...
Very Odd. A very Gaiman night, indeed, on which anything could happen and it would not have suprised me in the least if it did. But we made it home, and we're having pizza for dinner, which swings the penduluim wildly in the other direciton - just what kind of weirdness could happen on a pizza night...?
As for "Mirrormask", I'll be writing a review of it for a website, I'll post a link when it's up. Suffice it to say that it was PURE Gaiman.
Off to eat my pizza now. And marvel at the fact that there's nothing but white fluff outside my window.