So, we were sleeping real well when we were jolted awake by the sounds of someone doing burn-outs in the alley of the shopping center behind the house. It wasn’t just squeech squeech burn-outs, it was My Manhood Has After Market Mods And I’ma Gonna End Up In Your Living Room Peeing On Your Dog When I Crash Through Your Backyard Sliders kind of burn-outs.
And then the fucker returned for a second round.
The lunatic finally took his Penis elsewhere, presumably to insert it in something quieter, gentler; like a jet engine.
We were doing our old people fuming, that punching the air thing you do when the kids on your lawn left before you could even get your grumbly old person index finger lifted in their direction, when I leapt out of bed and said to Mr. Zoom:
“Oh.My.God. Do you realize that someone was doing donuts,
[super dramatic pause with jazz hands]
BEHIND THE DONUT SHOP?”
Needless to say, I’m still awake and giggling at myself, whereas Mr. Zoom has wisely chosen to go back to sleep and stop listening to my awesome jokes.
No matter how crappy your day was, at least you aren’t sat on the curb with the local five-o.
I thought the fact that the office park landscapers had installed smelly flower bushes that attract all of the Earth’s bees, except for like 6, was bad. There is now an unavoidable gauntlet to and from the office entrance. You listen to the sweet buzz of death as you walk, knowing you are just one unfortunate shirt color and deodorant combination choice away from setting off a cloud of unhinged, venomous insects. And they are coming for you, with.their.pointy.butts.
I guess things just find a way to even out. Or I have some incredibly low standards for what is an ok day.
Mr. Zoom wakes up with me and my purse in bed, and every closable door in the house closed, with towels stuffed under all of the doors.
“Giant spider!! After you fell asleep.”
“Ah. So about the size of a pencil eraser then?”
“Duh. Otherwise we’d be waking up in the car.”
Trying to get my head around the tornado damage via web since living in CA affords me a certain weather wussiness that I appreciate more and more.
EVERYBODY PLEASE BE OK!!
Even people I don’t necessarily agree with all the time. There’s too much hurt going on very time I poke my head out of the covers.
A Film Called Key
Mystery Thriller lightly Horror gem. It is horribly acted, save for two bit parts. But the story is exactly what I miss from so much of this genre these days.
It is purely indie filmmaking from before indies became slick. The cinematography and underlying story saves it. Just about every classic film is nodded at and the symbolism is a tad heavy handed.
I rarely rent a film from on demand anymore since I have Netflix streaming but once in a while I’ll troll on demand for things that may not reach Netflix streaming. Most of the time I’m not impressed.
If you can let the bad acting and somewhat strained storyline roll off of your common sense, you might find this little film quite enjoyable. I actually hope this thing gets a remake somewhere down the line.