We can't even begin to tell you how tired we are, but it's a great tired, like we're running a marathon, if they had marathons where you're sitting down watching blood go everywhere and drinking beer. (If they actually had marathons like this we might find a reason to exercise, but until then, hello sloth!)

After another carb-o-rific breakfast, the 22 took us back over to the Roxie for (yet) another day of (Yet) Another Hole in the Head, SF IndieFest's horror, sci-fi, and fantasy festival. Sunday brought us to strong representatives of specific genres, and while not for everyone, they suited us just fine.

The boxing champ of San Quentin and the unAffleck, after the jump!