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rushthatspeaks and I did catch In the Mouth of Madness (1995) at the Brattle on Sunday night. It's like someone constructed a H.P. Lovecraft story out of Stephen King parts. It is also so meta that it doesn't just settle for disappearing up its own ass, it more or less bursts out of its own chest afterward and waves at you. Suddenly that one icon of cucumberseed's makes perfect sense.
Yesterday involved a dentist's appointment for which I had to get up at stupid o'clock, but since most of this afternoon was taken up by the wooden hot tub at Inman Oasis and wandering around the Harvard Museum of Natural History withderspatchel afterward, I have no grudge against the week so far. I re-read John Bellairs' The House with a Clock in Its Walls (1973). There's a shout-out to M.R. James' "Count Magnus" in the graveyard scene. Also, I had no idea in fourth grade that Odilon Redon was not as much of Bellairs' invention as the Fifth Michigan Fire Zouave Lancers or New Zebedee. I really envy Mrs. Zimmerman that coiling purple dragon.
I have found on YouTube one of the classic things my grandparents first played for me: Shelley Berman, "Department Store." I am now trying to avoid spending the rest of the night listening to Bob Newhart.
rushthatspeaks and I did catch In the Mouth of Madness (1995) at the Brattle on Sunday night. It's like someone constructed a H.P. Lovecraft story out of Stephen King parts. It is also so meta that it doesn't just settle for disappearing up its own ass, it more or less bursts out of its own chest afterward and waves at you. Suddenly that one icon of cucumberseed's makes perfect sense.Yesterday involved a dentist's appointment for which I had to get up at stupid o'clock, but since most of this afternoon was taken up by the wooden hot tub at Inman Oasis and wandering around the Harvard Museum of Natural History with
derspatchel afterward, I have no grudge against the week so far. I re-read John Bellairs' The House with a Clock in Its Walls (1973). There's a shout-out to M.R. James' "Count Magnus" in the graveyard scene. Also, I had no idea in fourth grade that Odilon Redon was not as much of Bellairs' invention as the Fifth Michigan Fire Zouave Lancers or New Zebedee. I really envy Mrs. Zimmerman that coiling purple dragon.I have found on YouTube one of the classic things my grandparents first played for me: Shelley Berman, "Department Store." I am now trying to avoid spending the rest of the night listening to Bob Newhart.
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Many things about the film were delightful, but the point where the film becomes a clip show of itself—mostly comprised of Sam Neill screaming—was genius.
Marilou Dark Couplet
That's very good.
I took the phrase "black mirror bathtub gin" out of a dream in 2005, but it never came to anything.
I would totally eat caramel-cardamom candies, just so you know.
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In the dream, Sita Delites were these very disappointing dry cookies. There was also a sort of virtual weightloss assistant named after the Slender Man. (Slendy's Watching [your weight]!).
Yeah.
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Of course. It is a dystopia.
There was also a sort of virtual weightloss assistant named after the Slender Man.
Take comfort, that's only marginally more scary than many real-life weight-loss encouragements?
(Eeeek.)