I just wanted to give a shout out to the creepy guy that kept “checking up” on my friend and I at the movies Friday night. We were enjoying what turned out to be a private screening for Fantastic Mr. Fox, because apparently not too many people are in the mood for a quirky stop-motion animation film on Black Friday. Suddenly, looming in the dark corner of the theater appears this silent mass of a man, wearing a tie and a jacket, just peering over the railing at us. I tried to pretend this wasn’t happening by getting more absorbed in the movie, but once that line has been crossed, all normalcy dissolves into oblivion.