Random not-so late (not drunk) post--Jack Frost or Jack Frost?

I was just channel surfing, and noticed that Jack Frost is on. You know, that cute movie with Michael Keaton where his character dies and comes back as a snowman?  Well, it reminded me of the time that DaddyGrandeur aka "weekday dad" went out to rent us Jack Frost so we could watch it as a family.  Well, there are two movies (a few actually, but whatever) by that name.  I think I was 12 or 13 at the time, when the Michael Keaton version had just been released on video.

We all hunkered down to watch (what we thought was) a cute family movie.  So you can imagine my confusion when this happened [trigger warning for B-movie violence]:

I mean, even at that age I found it so ridiculous it was funny.  And of course there's all kinds of plot-holes which add to the ridiculousness.  But I think it was ten minutes into the movie when we all realized that Daddy Grandeur had made a mistake.

And now, thinking back on it, I'm wondering about DaddyGrandeur's error in movie rental.  I mean, just look at the cover:

Chillin' and killin'?

That's some awesome family-friendly entertainment!  Oh well.  Turns out this version is even more funny than the one that was actually trying to be funny.  And it's one more thing we can tease DaddyGrandeur about.

Random late-night drunk post

So, a beer suddenly materialized in front of me, and I realized that I haven't had a random drunk post in a while.

There's not much going on.  So I'll brag about the birthday / anniversary / xmas present I got: my Kindle.  (FYI: all three events are in the same month, so I sometimes pick one big thing to make it easier on the fiance).  My Kindle is amazing.  It will certainly increase my reading productivity, which means you can all expect more book reviews in the future since I have instant access to just about anything I want.  I mainly read Science Fiction and Fantasy, but I'll take suggestions in any genre, if you have them.

I am currently reading Sara Douglass' Druid's Sword, which is the last book in The Troy Game series, although the continuing rape apologism almost makes me want to delete it from my device.  I'm plowing through it though, and after that I won't have to read her books again (well, until the next book of the Darkglass Mountain series comes out, and then I'll complain about that).

And just so we're all clear: I'm bah-humbugging my way through this month.  I blame it on the retail job.  The little Christmas spirit I had was crushed when we put up Christmas displays before Halloween.  Although I'm looking forward to spending time with the fiance and his family, I can't say the same for my side, by which I mean my bio dad's side.  I'm sure there will be a post about this after the holidays.

I'll challenge myself to post some links I've been collecting when I drag myself out of bed.  In the meantime, hope everyone is having a great Saturday night.  Have a cold one on me. :)

I got it!

I've decided on my totally non-sexy Halloween costume.  I'm going as King Rat.  Yes, King Rat from the novel King Rat by China Mieville (whose prose makes me swoon).  The anti-sexy.  I am dressing as a man (or rat--it's pretty ambiguous) who once led armies of rats, and I'm totally embracing the whole "sewer denizen" image.

My fiance and I were at a Halloween Express earlier today trying to pick out costumes.  I quickly became frustrated with the women's side.  Mostly because we're dressing up for a Halloween festival.  Which is outside.  At night.  In the fall.  So no, I'm not going as a stripper.  But even the men's costumes were pissing me off.  Why must they all be designed for dudebros???  WHY???

I was about to give up and say forget the whole thing.  I was not willing to settle for pirate or vampire, even of the non-sexy variety.  That's when I looked down at a plastic cauldron full of squishy rats.  And it hit me.

So I bought rats and make up.  Tomorrow I will head back to my favorite craft store for material for the trench coat (though I'll be taking liberties by shortening the coat--I still have to be money-conscious).  I'm pretty sure I can assemble it in time for Halloween.  I thought about breaking out the rat coat, but that was inspired by the novel as a whole, not by the actual character.

Anyway, I'm having more fun putting my own costume together than I was trying to buy some pre-made (and poor quality) costume.  I'll keep you all updated.

Random late-night drunk post

Yeah, it's one of those nights.  Or days. I've been drunk since 3pm, thanks to the Great Lakes Brewfest.  Luckily I wasn't scheduled to work today.

It was a good day though, since my fiance and I spent the day sampling beers.  And we got free glasses out of it to add to our collection, so yay!  Sadly, I can't remember which beers I actually liked since I frequented so many booths in four hours.  I think I'm going to break down and buy my Baudelaire beer shirt though, since, well, it's Baudelaire (if you're new here, look at the banner--that's the creepy dude staring at you), and it's a beer quote.

The night is still young, though, so we'll be staying up late watching Lost (we recently discovered it on hulu--and of course, we're hooked). 

Hope everyone else is having an equally awesome Saturday night!  Cheers!

Random late-night drunk post

Yeah, I smell a new feature.

Beer's a-flowing. The fiance and I are gettin in the mood for the Wayne concert next month. And I just watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for the third time. Johnny Depp is amazing--and I just realized why: his looks aside, it's his hands. Yeah. I'm serious. Go watch a movie with him in it--pick any one. And watch his hands. What other actor possesses such talent that even his hands are part of the character? The answer of course, is no one.

I'm hoping to get back on track next week. There are a couple of links I want to either discuss in full or share with everyone. But for now, it's Friday night--I hope you all are enjoying it!

Random late-night post

My fiance's working late at the hospital, so I'm here alone with my kitty and cranky ass turtle. It's always when he's gone that I find scary things. Mostly spiders. I just found one hanging from the ceiling of my closet. I thought about leaving it, but my nauseating fear of them means that I cannot rest in a house if I know there's a spider lurking there. I know I know: I'm always in proximity to bugs and spiders blah blah blah; but if I see it, it has to die.

Anyway, this spider was at least three inches around (icky long legs attributing to most of that size). So, I bravely and necessarily slew the beast with my mighty Swiffer.

Honestly, I think I use that thing more for killing bugs and spiders than for what it's actually meant for. But hey, it gets the job done. I have yet to introduce myself to my new upstairs neighbor--I really hope he doesn't think I think he's being too noisy. Sorry dude, just killin' some spiders!

Time to cozy up in bed with some lovely horror stories by H.P. Lovecraft. Tonight: "Herbert West--Reanimator."