Scaring my pants off.

Not a post about The Puppy, but about movies. Over the weekend I saw Silent Hill and Enduring Love, both scary movies in their own ways.

Silent Hill is creepy, and freaky, and made me nervous later that night when I walked through the room with the lamp that has the red lampshade standing in the corner. It did the games justice, and I smell sequel.

Enduring Love, on the other hand, is truly terrifying because it's all too real. There are sunny days and smiling people in it. Nothing could be more cheery than a balloon ride over the English countryside...right? If I'm ever in the position of trying to teach a kid an important lesson about being careful who you smile at, I will show them this movie.

Scaring my pants off.

Things only I care about.

My eye itches.

Pyramid Head is in the Silent Hill movie.

Vinyl smells good.

Mucha Muchacha, one of the songs WFUV plays after the World Café, reminds me of Beavis, his photo of Dallas, and Mr. Anderson's trailer. Oh, Beavis. Damn, you were smooth. How I miss you, you butt-munch.

Dan Bern has a new album.

Kolah Ghermezi is on MySpace.

Things only I care about.

Keeping it short and light.

Why doesn't Howie Mandel inflate surgical gloves on his head anymore? I hardly recognized him on Deal or No Deal.

St. Elsewhere took place in the mind of an autistic kid. Learning that fact blew me away. How could that kid kill Dr. Auschlander? The permanent time, I mean, not when the hospital rubble fell on him--the Superman suit should've told me a kid wrote that stuff.

Hey, this third paragraph is inconsequential!

Silent Hill, the movie, in theaters April 21! It won't be half as good as Silent Hill 2, the video game, but then not much is.

Keeping it short and light.