Friday, August 21, 2009

It's Friday Night!

And I just got off work, mofo's. You know what that means. I'm gonna drink me up some wines and watch me some movies that Moochie picked out for me (or maybe not, because Moochie likes to watch the same shit over and over, always with the Sasquatch movies, Moochie and the Val Lewton collection! I know you love Cat People on, but jeez, do we have to watch it again?), while sitting here wearing my shark towel, fresh out of my degreasifying shower. It's gonna be a long night, well, not really, I'll probably pass out after my third glass, but hey, I just worked a twelve hour shift, whadda ya want from me? Waxing eloquent on the murdered-women-of-history-animatronic-theatre masterpiece Mill of the Stone Women? A diatribe on Peter Cushing's rapey hands in Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed? Well, I'm too tired for all that, people, so you're gonna have to just enjoy this picture of me in a tube top instead, per the request of a very insistent reader. And you can kinda see my sleeves. Reviews to come! I love you all! Happy drunken Friday!


  1. the sneering (homo-phobic) snobAugust 22, 2009 at 6:01 AM

    Great picture Jenn, your smile is amazing. Next time maybe we could see you in the shark towel. I like the old Cushing/Lee movies from the 50`s, 60`s, and 70`s, i watch them endlessly, a bit like Moochie does with Cat People.

  2. 'Mill of the Stone Women' is one of my favorite films of all time. The burning mannequins sequence is sublime. I look forward to your eloquent waxing.

    Keep away from rapey hands -- unless they're Cushing's, of course.

  3. s(hp)s, you have so many requests, the direction this blog is taking might have to change :) if you catch my drift. Which I'm thinking you are. And Moochie needs to lay off the cat-themed horror movies. He's obsessed!

    PofP, I think I'd let Cushing put his rapey hands upon me. I mean, he's Peter Cushing. And then I could tell the story about the time Peter Cushing felt me up. And no one would believe me. But it would be TRUE! TRUE I tells ye!

    And Carl, no more Night Train to Terror. EVER!

    I am hungover. I have to go to work. Bah!