This is my new favorite video ever.

So intruder wasn't terrible, wasn't great. Had a TON of the original evil dead cast in it, so as an exercise in figuring out who was who was a good time.

Unfortunately we didn't make it to Mulberry St, with easter and the family just didn't have time to hang out. But Easter brunch was good.

Like a Robot, Robot

So on the docket for this weekend:

Bruce Campbell AND Sam Raimi?  How have I not seen this before now? 

 

General disposition today, ok.  I'm really glad it's Friday.  We have a big upgrade next week that I'm kind of dreading, but on the upside, our fence has been completed and looks great, and that was one of the big checklist items on THE LIST.  I really want to replace the couch I've had for 10 years or more, but it wasn't in quite such bad shape as our fence.  Hopefully in the next 6 months or so. 

Happy hour today, hooray! 

Words. Are worth a thousand pictures.

So my blog has been wordless for a while now.

For a very long time, I used my blog as a psychological test on myself.  When I was young (18 or so), I realized I was the absolute worst person at sharing anything with other people.   I've regressed back to this point.  I spent years typing my thoughts out to the completely anonymous Internet readership, and used that as my therapy.   I blogged almost every day for years, generally with quite a bit of rancor about people in general, women in particular, the government whenever it bugged me.  I posted short stories, poetry, all sorts of madness.

And suddenly, I closed up again.  Everything was kind of ok for once, I didn't really want to take any risks at spoiling it I suppose.  I started worrying about what people thought of me, how they judge me, how I would answer for things I did.  Essentially, destroying all that therapy I did.  I didn't want to rant against the world, because I didn't want the world to rant back. 

So at this point, I'm kind of collapsing inward.  I'm becoming extremely sensitive about everything, and taking a lot of things personally or to heart that are retarded, and should just bounce off me (as they would in the past).  I'm very tired of it, so it's therapy time again.  It's on, bitches.

 

(quick search for insane turned this up)

Suspenso!

Thanks to G

I'm pretty sure that Cell Phone is evil. Check out the look he gives her when he helps her up.

Evil.

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In honor of the new Get Smart movie with Steve Carrell coming out soon, here's one of the beauties I was smitten when growing up watching Get Smart reruns after school.

Now You're Playing with Power!

C'mon pookie!!!

This movie will rock!

I'm totally going to check this out:

What the duck.

Quote that made me laugh...

"It’s the cinematic equivalent of Fran Drescher stubbing her toe in an echo chamber."

The End?

Like a robot, robot