I don't know about the rest of you all, but me, personally, if I could, I would crawl into a hole around the 20th of November and then crawl back out some time after the New Year and just let the Holiday Season pass quietly by. But I can't, so I won't. And here I am. Which means it's time for another All-Night Christmas Craptacular Movie Marathon, with me -- armed with a turkey sandwich, a pecan pie, and a bottle of booze -- vs. whatever I choose to subject myself to to celebrate the one night a year that the paper I work for doesn't print and snap me out of my traditional Holiday funk.Originally, I had big plans for a long night of Something Weird Video sleaze-noir, in memory of the recently departed Bill Landis (-- who wrote one of the all-time great cinema bibles, The Sleazoid Express), but then, on the day before Christmas Eve, my old APEX DVD player decided to give me the finger and refused to load any more discs. And since there was no way in hell you could get me into any retail outlet until next Monday at the latest, I had to fall back on my trusty old VCR; and so, by default, settled on an 20-hour marathon of old American International dubs and VHS tapes.
And then, after all of that, with the sandwich long gone, along with most of the pie, addled, rattled and buzzing on booze and flickering images of foaming fangs, bobble-headed alien invaders, and semi-transparent giants in really big diapers, I surrendered the remote and stumbled off to bed and retired for a long overdue winter's nap.
Happy Holidays all.
Or Bah! Humbug where applicable.
Or Bah! Humbug where applicable.
2 comments:
In a twist of fate, I was actually a teen-aged Cure fan, so I can relate.
DVD crapped out? Ah for God's sake. Can't it just be easy, just once!
E'yup. Wanted to watch "The Incredibles" but noooooooooo.
In the process of pricing around town. Taking a hard, hard look at a combo-recorder. We shall see.
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