We spent a nice afternoon with my folks today. They took us out to eat at their favorite Chinese buffet, although I'm afraid I didn't eat my money's worth. I was feeling a little oogy this morning, and I joked about piling some Chinese food on top of it. It really was a bad idea, which should have been obvious to me. When I can only eat two crab rangoons, you know I'm off my feed. Feeling better now. Who knew that beer has soothing properties to the stomach? Better than Pepto.
Then we got to see their new house, which is in a place where most of the yard maintenance and all of the snow removal is taken care of by the grounds crew. It was really nice, and I think they'll enjoy it. I know they hate leaving their log house on 16 acres, but it's getting too much for them to care for, and I think we're all happy that they're moving into town rather than staying out in the boonies. I don't think they'll be moving until the log house sells, though, so I hope they can get through this winter okay.
Now we're watching Illinois put the hurt on Michigan (sorry, Miss A!) and waiting for the Notre Dame-Washington State game in about a half an hour. Go Irish!
Happy Halloweenie, everyone! I trust that you have your list of
orgies parties ready, and that you have been working on your mad incantation skillz. This is your time to let your dark light shine, so step to, people, step to! Those babies aren't going to sacrifice themselves, you know!
In honor of this special day, I'm putting a horror movie clip up here. Those of you who have been reading me for a while know that I do love my horror movies, and I thought I'd pay tribute to my favorite of all, "Psycho." ("The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" is the godfather of the modern slasher movie, but "Psycho" still rules my roost as favorite.) I know it's nothing new, and everyone has probably seen this movie several times. But for me, it's still the ultimate subtle creep factor movie. Anthony Perkins, may he rest in peace, was the perfect Norman Bates: shy, bumbling, but sort of sweet and charming...too bad he had some mommy issues. The final scene of him sitting in his jail cell, that look on his face, still sends a chill down my spine, as does his exclamation when he finds Marian's body. "Mother! Oh God, Mother! Blood! Blood!" (And of course, the quote that I used for the title of this entry.)
Although tame by today's standards, I still feel that Hitchcock's subtlety provides the perfect psychological chill, and it's a movie that I can watch over and over. Bernard Herrmann's soundtrack is iconic, as is the infamous shower scene. Her final thud onto the floor of the bathroom, her face planted on the tile and her dead eye looking into the camera...man, that is some good stuff. Well, you know what I mean. I don't want to sound like a total...psycho...here. It's just a great movie, masterfully done. It still gives me a lovely little frisson every time I watch it.