What a strange, strange weekend it’s been

It’s Saturday night. You and your spouse are at home watching TV because you’re old and married and, well, lame. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise from the other side of the house. You look around in confusion. Did somebody leave a radio on? You get up to investigate.

Is that? No, it can’t be. A trumpet? TWO trumpets? Your investigation leads you to the back door. You open it and timidly peek outside. You can just see the top of a tent erected in the back yard of your next door neighbor. It’s a square beige tent of the sort that is usually rented for outdoor weddings. And it is housing… a LIVE MARIACHI BAND! Doo doo   too di di   too di di   too di! Ole!

It’s a good thing Pav talked Dave into getting the larger speakers, or the festive music might have interfered with us watching…

The Ring
Some movies try to scare you by showing you scary things. Other movies try to scare you by only hinting at the scary things, and letting you fill in the details. The latter are particularly effective on people who have overactive imaginations. I have an overactive imagination. I am also a big chicken. This movie scared the bejeezus out of me.

Without giving anything away that’s not in all of the trailers, I can say that there is a Big Creepy Video of Death in this movie. It is full of images that really aren’t that disturbing when viewed individually. When viewed together in the context of the movie, the images of the Big Creepy Video of Death become very, very scary (refer to above comment about my being a big chicken). One of these seemingly innocuous images is of a woman brushing her hair in front of an oval mirror. This is really unfortunate. Our bathroom has oval mirrors. I am a woman. I have hair. As a consequence of all of these facts, I am now vaguely afraid to groom myself, especially if it is dark outside and I am alone in the house.

It’s a good thing that our house doesn’t contain wooden ladders, wooden chairs, or horses. It’s also a good thing that the Big Creepy Video of Death doesn’t include any sinister, haunting images of mariachi bands.

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