The festive period once more recedes in our rearview mirror, and it is clear from both the mess and the smell that there was some sinning going on. You simply cannot help yourselves. It must be all that cheese. The stench of sin once more permeates the Outpost, like the reek of evil. From the alcohol-fuelled political disagreement with your foam-brained sister-in-law, to the incident that has seen you cut off from your inheritance, your Christmas sins bring the kind of shame not seen since I was discovered in the nunnery without any pants on solemnly carrying the message among the heathens of the dark continent. So once more it falls to me, the most reverend Reverend, to be the vessel into which you can confess.
Awakened from the kind of slumber that can only be brought on by half a bottle of sherry and a family-sized wheel of brie, the Goddess once more stands ready to receive your sinful elations, as once more the doors of the Last Move Outpost Confession Booth are spread wide open. She has a request. I think she likes to watch.
The subject of today’s confession was suggested by several Outposters. We all have them. A movie we saw once that was in no way a bad movie, but for some apparent reason, you have absolutely no desire or need to revisit it at any time.
What are your “One and Done” movies?
Suggestions from Outposters included My Own Private Idaho, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, and The Mothman. Movies seen, enjoyed, but that simply never enter your head as potential candidates for a re-watch.
The Goddess hath arrived, your soul requires saving from eternal damnation. You must confess. CONFESS!
