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I've got to say, whatever's gone wrong with my back--and my bowels--is making the prospect of spending the entire day in bed far less attractive than it used to be, especially when you know you're inevitably going to be spending the rest of it in the bathroom. Steve's been really nice and sympathetic, but it pisses me off something fierce to be yet again stuck in the toils of the black, burning diarrhea monster; tomorrow everything's going to be exactly where it was, the hammer will come down yet once more, and none of this will literally have been worth a shit. When the best thing you can say about a day is you read three books in quick succession, you really are an incredible loser.
Yesterday I fixed a small emotional glitch with Chapter Four, and made some useful notes. Then we parked Cal with Mom and went out, had dinner--in retrospect, probably not the sort of dinner we should have had, since it involved a lot more red meat than we normally eat--and ended up at a screening of My Bloody Valentine 3D, which was...a lot of fun, actually. Terrible script, pretty bad characterization, dicey acting in most cases, but the kills and scares came fast and furious, and the 3D technology is surprisingly efficient. Most of the amusement factor I got out of it, naturally, came from imagining a later tie-in Supernatural episode.
Dean: "Hey, so, I got one--haunted mine. C'mon, be kicks."
Sam: "Did you even read that file? That was not a haunting, it was just humans: A serial killer, then another serial killer, case closed. Besides which, I don't personally think you should go anywhere NEAR that place."
"Why not?"
(Dangles yellowed newsprint photo of MBV 3D protagonist in front of him) "Because..."
"Because what?"
(Waggles photo) "Because..."
"Yeah, you already said that, stop being a dick! 'Because'...WHAT? (Pause) Okay, stop lookin' at me like that. No, seriously. Right effin' NOW, Sam--"
Later still:
"Holy crap, man, you were right--all I did was stop for gas, and the Sheriff started shootin' at me! Right there in the street!"
"Yeah, well, there you go; listen, I think I got something else for us, anyways--picked up this guy on the road outside town, says he needs a lift to some summer camp 'cause he's looking for his sister. Camp Crystal Something. Says maybe there's, like, a revenant up there--you know, huge thing comin' up out of the lake, killing people seasonally for territory violations...sort of like a cross between a zombie and a possessive ghost..."
"I know what a revenant is, Sammy--hey, is that the GUY?"
"Yup, that's him. (Pause) ...okay, what?"
Yeah. And then they run into the Cornishes halfway there, and there's a massive, confusing orgy. Which also ends up involving Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burroughs somehow...and T-Bag, and A-Cat. Yeah. Why not?
Hey, I'm feeling better already.;)
Yesterday I fixed a small emotional glitch with Chapter Four, and made some useful notes. Then we parked Cal with Mom and went out, had dinner--in retrospect, probably not the sort of dinner we should have had, since it involved a lot more red meat than we normally eat--and ended up at a screening of My Bloody Valentine 3D, which was...a lot of fun, actually. Terrible script, pretty bad characterization, dicey acting in most cases, but the kills and scares came fast and furious, and the 3D technology is surprisingly efficient. Most of the amusement factor I got out of it, naturally, came from imagining a later tie-in Supernatural episode.
Dean: "Hey, so, I got one--haunted mine. C'mon, be kicks."
Sam: "Did you even read that file? That was not a haunting, it was just humans: A serial killer, then another serial killer, case closed. Besides which, I don't personally think you should go anywhere NEAR that place."
"Why not?"
(Dangles yellowed newsprint photo of MBV 3D protagonist in front of him) "Because..."
"Because what?"
(Waggles photo) "Because..."
"Yeah, you already said that, stop being a dick! 'Because'...WHAT? (Pause) Okay, stop lookin' at me like that. No, seriously. Right effin' NOW, Sam--"
Later still:
"Holy crap, man, you were right--all I did was stop for gas, and the Sheriff started shootin' at me! Right there in the street!"
"Yeah, well, there you go; listen, I think I got something else for us, anyways--picked up this guy on the road outside town, says he needs a lift to some summer camp 'cause he's looking for his sister. Camp Crystal Something. Says maybe there's, like, a revenant up there--you know, huge thing comin' up out of the lake, killing people seasonally for territory violations...sort of like a cross between a zombie and a possessive ghost..."
"I know what a revenant is, Sammy--hey, is that the GUY?"
"Yup, that's him. (Pause) ...okay, what?"
Yeah. And then they run into the Cornishes halfway there, and there's a massive, confusing orgy. Which also ends up involving Michael Scofield and Lincoln Burroughs somehow...and T-Bag, and A-Cat. Yeah. Why not?
Hey, I'm feeling better already.;)
