This is me right now. Actually, it's Moochie, dreaming of chasing squirrels and eating chow, but that's how I feel. Like I just want to lay on my back with my paws in the air like a cartoon character, with x's over my eyes, and be done with it. There should be a law that states you shouldn't have to close the bar and then open that fucker the next morning, but apparently the managers I work for don't get that. So here I am, on my fourth glass of wine (we get two 'shift' drinks) and not the least bit tired, or buzzed really. I should have just slept there, because I have to be back in less than eight hours. Woe is me. And I wanted to regale you with my movie watching adventure tales of the last couple o' days, which included, but was not limited to, THE SILENT SCREAM (an almost Cavalcade-worthy 70's peeper foray. Seriously, if you are going to rent rooms to cute college co-eds, it is almost essential that you install cast iron grates to peep through in every room. Practice your heavy breathing too. Do it now.), THE NIGHT DIGGER (written by Roald Dahl! Since when did the auteur behind Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and James and the Giant Peach pen sexually repressed mother-daughter relationship tales? Who'd thunk?) and a Ruggero Deodato number with a Simonetti score (so good!) I hadn't heard of but turned out to be a downer, BODYCOUNT (all one word). And that ain't all. But I should be taking shots of Nyquil (is Nyquil considered a beverage?) and getting my ass into the bed, which by the way, I washed the sheets and blankets and have absolutely no desire to reapply said sheets and blankets to the bed, so I guess I should be getting my ass to the couch then. You perverts have a good night and pray for my soul for the next six days -it's non-stop bringing people drinks and dealing with their bullshit. That being said, behave yourselves when you go out to the bars. Or I will bite you. Which you would probably like, knowing you.
Is SILENT SCREAM worth picking up? The cover art teases me at the store, and I'm a big sucker for Babs Steels.
ReplyDeleteJenn: Good luck and hang in there. I have a cat that looks a lot like Moochie. Feet in the air, on the back, same coloring - the whole deal. -- Mykal
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better, Jenn! BTW, Roald Dahl wrote a LOT of creepy adult stuff in addition to his children's tales. Check out a collection of short stories sometime (that's not stocked in the kid's section). Or else look at a few episodes of TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED, a sort of Twilight Zone- thing from back in the day that was based on Dahl's fantastic-genre writing.
ReplyDeleteWow I'm surprised that you didn't know about Roald Dahl's darker side. His adult books are pretty dark and kind of the complete opposite of his better known kids books. Apparently he was a fan of children, which is why he found it so easy to write about characters doing, horrible things to kids.
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to your write up of "The Night Digger".
In the meantime hang in there Hombre!!
@Scary. Well, Steele does the job here, but she's not introduced until waaay into the movie, so unless you're a completist, I would say you need not apply. However, there's a great shot with her and a mirror with a portrait instead of a mirror and she's combing her hair and going kinda bat shit crazy, which is well worth the price of admission. So there ya go.
ReplyDelete@Mykal. What is your Moochie lookalike's name? I have lots of black and white cats - they are the best.
@Scott. Well, I am on the mend but you know, drinking and antibiotics don't always mix, so we'll see what happens. I'm not a complete Dahl enthusiast (and this goes for you too, Elwood), so I might not be the one to question on such matters. And I've had several glasses of pino grigio and you know how that gets me. Typing this now is a chore.
Love you all! Kisses!
And maybe it's just the wine talking, but now I have the tune for Night Fever stuck in my head, only it's repeated as Night Digger, Night Digger, you don't have to show it! Owww!
ReplyDeleteAwww. Cute kitteh!
ReplyDeleteHope your weekend improved, Jenn - some of those movies you mentioned sound rad. If I may be so lame as to use the word 'rad' when talking about The Silent Scream... ;o)
Hahah, I feel you were always good at changing lyrics to popular song. I think you rewrote most of THE MISFITS songs into songs about your cats. I always enjoyed it. haha : )
ReplyDelete@James. Moochie meows his thanks. He loves compliments. Yeah, I mean, you could call THE SILENT SCREAM rad, and I wouldn't stop you. Barbara Steele is pretty amazing.
ReplyDelete@Keith. Oh, I can make up some songs. Too bad I can't sing. Remember my karoke skills?
Jenn: My cat is named Bad Jerome. I'll send you a pic. -- Mykal
ReplyDeleteYou just inspired me - if I get another cat, I'm going to name him Bad Ronald, even if it's a girl.
ReplyDeleteYes I do Jenn. I know Katie told me you guys were talking about my skills on the mic. haha. She saw me sing " I have had the time of my life" I was sending it out to Mr. Swayze after his passing. I think she almost peed herself. Tell that Fat Moo hello! He is very fine looking on his back just as I remember him.
ReplyDeleteI seem to remember SILENT SCREAM having Lily Munster in it! (Well, Yvonne DeCarlo, anyway.)
ReplyDeleteThanks for tip on NIGHT DIGGER.
Say, if you come up with any Nyquil-based cocktails, (no paper umbrellas, please) send the recipe my way. I'll put bread in your tip jar.