My 14 year old nephew is coming to visit this weekend. Our guest room is detached from the main house, over the garage. My idea was to show him The Ring, then wait until he goes to bed and sneak up and zap on the TV playing the cursed video. But then I decided I didn’t want to clean up pee from the carpet, or have to deal with my brother bitching at me that his son hasn’t slept in 6 weeks.
Bet it’d be really funny though. Heh.
And I thought The Ring gave me nightmares… Michael Jackson gives me the serious creeps these days. Brrrrrrr.
Woohoo, now I have yet another thing wrong with me! I have Trochanteric Bursitis in my hip. It’s ok though, because it means I get to sit around a lot and make hub do stuff for me.
About that vacuum cleaner boobie thing – I don’t need it! They say I’m healing so well that it’s not necessary. Yay!
As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been blogging quite sporadically lately. This has prompted emails, conversations, and harranguing instant messenger conversations. You know who you are. You see, the thing is that I feel like every time I’ve posted lately, I’ve been whining about something. I don’t want to bore anyone with my crap. Like just today, my plantar fasciitis really flared up and then over the course of the day my left hip has gone from mildly uncomfortable to making-me-cry-tears-of-pain-when-trying-to-walk. Who knows why. I’m falling apart! Pretty soon I’m going to be in little pieces scattered all over the room! Stop me before I use another exclamation point!
Ha, too late.
So in the interest of non-whininess and updatingness, I offer up these links for your personal enjoyment:
It’s Paint By Numbers without the mess!
Vinyl, tape, CD… vinyl? I’m getting dizzy.
Babs froths at the mouth again, claims Wellstone was offed. Here, Babs, have a Valium and read this wonderful quote by not-Shakespeare.
If the Jackass movie is making you barf, you’re not alone. And if it makes you lose control in other ways, you’re covered.
Went to the Houston International Quilt Show today, and walked around for about 2.5 hours, and I didn’t see even half of what was there. I did buy 22 yards of fabric for under $100, which is way cool.
Skip this post if you don’t want any spoilers at all about The Ring (but they’re not major spoilers).
The movie showing was at 7:35. About 20 minutes into the movie is when they show the video for the first time. Our caller ID shows a call from “Unknown, 555-555-5555” at 7:55. I told hub that if someone left a message saying “7 days” on the voicemail, that I was likely to do something – although I don’t know what.
We went to see The Ring tonight. It’s scary. Really, really scary. It’s like if Kubrick and Hitchcock got together with Shyamalan to make a film. It’s the creepiest movie I’ve seen in years. If you like scary movies, you have to go see it.
There were two gay guys behind us who screamed every time there was a scary part, and one would jump so hard he’d kick our chairs. It was rather amusing. And then as major plot points were revealed, one of them would say “Oh. My. GAWD.”
Hub sez he’s got to research the best bullet for killing zombies. Do they have to be silver, do you think?