My Night with the Flaming Lips

At least it’s not The Wall

Last night, we watched the Flaming Lips’ Christmas on Mars, a film shot over the course of many, many years in what I believe is Wayne Coyne’s backyard (also, grain silos).

Please watch the trailer. It actually makes far more sense than the movie, which itself made me equal parts:

Sleepy

Angry

Hungry for nachos