Yep, a Sunday evening, and I had company. This time, it was not dinner and a colonoscopy, but then every day can't be Christmas. This time it was just dinner and a flick. She brought the flick. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. In doing so, I believe she saved my life. I'm pretty sure that I could read my way through the books, but now I know for a fact that I never want to be exposed to the movies ever again, no matter how many there are and no matter what the reviews. I could go on about how poorly that story was told as a flick, but I'm going to restrain myself and only write a note.