Monday, October 30, 2006

Witches in days gone by were roasted just like my Vienna sausage.

Attempted to log on to World of Warcraft this evening for a weekly raid I've been attending for the past six weeks. It's becoming very obvious that my computer doesn't like running Warcraft as much as it used to. This is evident by the frequent program crashes over the past week. My plans to step back from the game to do other things that were a little more proactive we're working just fine. I just didn't think that my system would revolt again me as well.

Well, screw this!

I decided to watch The Blair Witch Project this evening instead. Not sure if that was the wisest idea, but I wanted to watch something scary.

Do you remember when your parents used to tell you to "use your imagination" whenever you were given something less than adequate to play with... ? And that is why this film is so damn scary and disturbing to me. Nothing is scarier than your own imagination.

Anyone remember a little movie called Jaws? Why was that shark so scary? Not because you saw it, but that you felt it's presence, lurking under the water. Granted, it wasn't on the screen for almost two-thirds of the picture because the mechanics of the damn fish weren't working. Spielberg used that to his advantage to create one of the most suspenseful thrillers of all time. (If you're wondering why I didn't put that in my "Favorite Scary Movies Post," I consider it more of a summer blockbuster film.)

If you think that the opening sequence in Jaws was unnerving, try reading the first chapter of the book. My sister can attest to that night I got the book. I kept reading her passages for two reasons: (1) I felt that reading it aloud relieved some of the tension it initially created and (2) I wanted to creep her out. I'm sure you can just picture it in your head right now...

So I popped the disc in my DVD player, turned off all the lights in my room and quickly became absorbed by the ambiance that only a small tube television can pull off for a movie like this.

>>> Fast Forward 80+ minutes later >>>

Yep, that movie still gives me the creeps. Still holds up rather well considering that I had not watched the film in it's entirety since it was released theatrically. I purchased the DVD a good three years ago and still couldn't put the disc in until tonight. After the viewing, I took it out, snapped it back into it's case, walked out to the living room and proceeded to tell Will and Melody, "Well, it'll probably be another seven years before I can watch that again."

I had a brief desire to review the film but the feeling quickly passed. Thank goodness for that, 'cause I really didn't feel like focusing on that picture any more than I already did. Additional trivia for the film can be read here, as well as the original link via IMDb.com.





Spent close to nine hours at work yesterday. Hadn't worked a Sunday in a good while. I forgot how much work I was able to get done coming in on a Sunday morning, not having anyone bother me so I could research as well as catch up on my paperwork from throughout the week.

After work I stopped by my friend Shawn's and had a couple of beers and a couple slices of pizza while we watched some football and then Halloween. A majority of the viewing experience was peppered with distracting commentary by my friends who slowly filtered into Shawn's apartment throughout the evening. Needless to say, I had not been completely fulfilled by watching Halloween that night and went home to watch 28 Days Later.

Melody joined me soon after it started and boy does that film still kick some serious ass. My scare quota had finally been filled and I could go to bed feeling complete.

Here's hoping, being the grown man that I am, I'll be able to slip into dreamland, successfully turning off that "active imagination."

I hope you all have a safe and fun Halloween tomorrow. Watch out for the razorblade in the Snickers ® bar. I'll be working that night unloading a truck and probably living my own real nightmare of having way too much product and not enough places to put it.

Until next time, dear readers. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

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