Caterwauling

Saw “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” tonight with Shawn and our birthday boy Scott, who has a milestone birthday coming up on Monday.

Scott and I were wisecracking when we arrived at the ghetto theater at 8:15 p.m. — he thought we should buy tickets to the movie that started at 7:55 p.m. (to shorten our misery). I figured we should buy tickets to the 6 p.m. showing and just miss it altogther. But no, we went to the 9:20 show. Regrettably.

Shawn and I loved the original, made in 1974. It was psychological. This one is blood and gore. And it’s not quite the same storyline.

But then again, let’s just say that the movie audience missed its flight to “The Jerry Springer Show” — I can’t tell you how many times I heard, “You go on girl!” from everyone else in the audience. Everyone was hooting and cheering and laughing and yelling at the screen. And, of course, having their own conversations for the whole theater to hear. My boys noted that, when we were leaving the theater, the adventure seemed incomplete without “Jerry’s Final Thought.”

If you’re into a movie that’s a hybrid of “Blair Witch Project,” “Halloween” and “Scary Movie,” go spend the nine bucks. If not, go buy some weed and save yourself the aggravation of leaving the house. 😉

*updated*

Cruise Director, you’re a pussy! Stand up to Pride Fag for one fucking day in your life!!! We are going to lose advertisers over this!!!!!

Update

My horoscope said something yesterday about being tempted to quit my job on the spot. Editors have walked out over less than this. Not that I feel like being peniless and homeless — I ain’t walking out. But if I had unlimited funds to fall back on, you bet your ass I would be creating more of a riot than I already am, that’s for damn sure.

Seriously, i have been stressing myself out this week (over various issues, not just today’s serving of shit souffle), and today just brought a sudden wave of anger and anxiety that is starting to feel very familiar. It is also starting to get harder to control.

Late yesterday, I was calm. I figured fuck it — work crises are not worth wrecking my personal health and well-being. And I was right and just need to return to that place in my head where everything’s OK. My designer sent me a hilarious mock-up of the paper that made me laugh so hard that I cried. I have that posted next to my monitor, to remind me that someday, we’ll laugh about this. And the sooner we start laughing, the longer we’ll live.

Till then, I’ve got to go calm down the throbbing vein in my forehead. …

I shot up out of bed at 6:30 a.m. because I remembered something work-related that I’d forgotten to do that could possibly lead to disaster later on.

A pot of coffee and half a pack of cigarettes later, I decied it was absolutely in my best interests to have some “self” time.

So, a pack of Energizers and a bad case of carpal tunnel later, I’m refreshed and ready to go back to work! 😉

I swear, I have the best fantasies when I’m frustrated as all hell. …