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| Saturday, October 9, 2004 02:39 PM |
| Vague Threats |
 by Fëanor |
On the way back from work on Friday, I had kind of a weird experience, which I realized was bloggable seconds after it occured. As I was walking down the street from the train station, an old woman accosted me from the other side of the road. She wondered if I could help her for a second. I was tired, eager to get home, and suspicious of random old ladies (might she not want to poison and stuff me?), but I wandered over. Turns out she had a coat way up in her closet that she couldn't reach and was hoping I could get it for her. She wanted to give it to Good Will. I warned her that I was pretty short, too, but I'd do what I could. And I did manage to get it down for her, by standing on a chair and using a rake in a hilarious fashion. She was very talkative, and I learned a bit about her son and her son's friend. I thought it was odd that she was so trusting, to just grab a random person off the street and ask him into her home. But not much goes on in this town, I guess. Also, she thought I was a high school student, God bless her.
As I was leaving, I asked her name. It was Poppy!
In other news, I won the lottery!
Actually, just a few bucks from a scratch-off and the Powerball. But still, kind of cool.
I am champing at the bit for Game Day. Two weeks is far too long a time to wait for my tastes. I sent out a crazy-detailed pre-registration form, and already used the responses, and a little math, to create a crazy-detailed schedule and information spreadsheet. Sarcasmo was appropriately amused and horrified.
I am disappointed that I couldn't work in a game of One False Step for Mankind, or its sequel. But nobody else was really interested in playing it, and I didn't want to force it on people. Still, the schedule is not set in stone. We'll see what happens. And there will no doubt be other game days in the future, when perhaps I will be older, more ornery, and thus more likely to force games on people.
Beware my future grumpy self! |
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| Thursday, October 7, 2004 07:22 AM |
| What kind of trap was that again? |
| by Fëanor |
When Amy came to movie night with Disney's original Parent Trap (starring Hayley Mills, Hayley Mills, and Maureen O'Hara, in lots of horrible, horrible outfits), I made noises and faces of complete disgust and horror (despite the fact that I'd never seen the film before). But in fact, watching it with the movie night crowd was more fun than I've had in a long time. More fun, in fact, than a barrel full of monkeys wearing party hats! And that's a lot of fun there, mister, I can tell you.
Of course, I still can't really say that I've seen the movie, because we talked over the entire thing. But that was what made it great. By itself, it's a typical Disney film, pushing traditional values in a predictable and yet vaguely creepy way, with some strange sexual subtext in the background. But with our comments added, it became THE FILTHIEST FILM EVER MADE. We made more inappropriate and totally hilarious jokes during this movie than we've made watching any other movie. We covered pretty much every kind of sexual perversion imaginable, and even made some Hitler jokes. It was fantastic.
Amy's previous movie pick was Showgirls, but this movie was somehow far dirtier. We decided this was because with Showgirls, you really have nowhere to go, whereas with The Parent Trap, you have everywhere to go. And we went there. We went all over there.
And tonight is game night, and another session of "Betrayal at House on the Hill." Am I excited? Does the pope go in the woods?
Btw, is it sick that I'm considering sending out a kind of pre-registration form for game day, which asks people when they're going to arrive, and includes a list of possible games to vote on, so I can split people into teams and make a schedule of two concurrent gaming sessions?
Don't bother answering, I know it's sick. |
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