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The bad: Tracey FCW's response to requests to pay for testing our stuff continues to be "La, la, la, I can't hear you." And to make matters worse, she's back to moving in at all hours of the night (last night's shift was 11:30 pm to 5 am), which honestly affects Tery more than me since I sleep in a buffered cocoon of white noise with my fan even when the temperature is 30 degrees. And probably affected the Alcoholic not at all, so it's a good thing she's given up sending me anguished, fretful emails about how we're going to get rid of our "mutual" scourge. The moving thing just flabbergasts us. Imagine, you're a drug dealer caught with a meth lab in your house. The whole neighborhood knows about it. But you still decide to move back in among all these people who know you are filth and already have perfectly good reasons to hate you. You could a.) try to mend some fences, try to prove that you've changed and show that you'd like another chance at being a decent member of the human race, or b.) keep on doing whatever the fuck you want and keep treating everyone around you like enemies. I know what I'D do, but I come from a background of being raised properly by my parents. I guess it takes more than a few months in rehab or wherever she went to instill consideration for others. I reported it to the HOA, not as a complaint, just as something for the record, so if/when there are more incidents everything is documented.
My mood was not improved when I watched part of the moving process through the peephole and noticed their primary method of transporting sundries up the stairs was pails. Lots of pails, all different sizes. Who the fuck has that many pails? Oh, I guess the former owner of a meth lab has lots of pails. Yeah, that did a lot to quell my fears.
The good: I emailed the HOA as well about everyone's seeming lack of concern for the safety of our attic. Dave the administrator was very sympathetic and perplexed as to why the Health Dept was dropping the matter. He had me send him an inventory of everything up there and promised to follow through for us, including using fines or whatever leverage the HOA could wield to pressure her themselves. So I guess there is some advantage to belonging to an HOA after all.
I hate her. I just fucking hate her.
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But enough about all that. Some movie reviews.
My favorite part of Halloween is watching all the horror movies on TV, things I would never actually rent. Tery and I were skimming through some the other night. We stumbled upon a channel showing a Troma festival and we stopped and laughed at The Toxic Avenger for about 15 minutes. It was bad, I mean REALLY bad, and 15 minutes was about all the cheese we could stomach. Then to my surprise she stopped on the Sci-Fi channel offering, It Waits. I was mildly intrigued by it; Tery promptly fell asleep.
( ::cut on the infinitesimal possibility that someone someday might want to see this:: )
Ugh. This falls firmly in the "88 minutes of my life I'll never get back" category. 1.5 out of 5, just for providing some truly MST3k moments.
Saw III. Ryan and I saw it tonight. The reviews are correct...it IS better than the second, almost as good as the first. There are no spoilers following.
First, the theater wasn't that full when we arrived. There was a girl and two guys sitting a few rows behind us that later were joined by fellow classmates until almost the entire row was occupied. They talked and joked loudly, but only up until the trailers started, so it was all good. I did hear the girl say quite clearly before the lights went down, "So, this guy, he plays games or something and doesn't actually kill anyone himself?" Either she was being cute or she really hadn't seen the first two films.
The reviews were also correct that this is probably 10 times gorier than the first two. That's a LOT of gore, but I handled it. It has two simultaneous running plots like Saw II, a doctor captured and coerced into keeping the deathly ill Jigsaw alive long enough to see the end of his final test, and the test subject, a man given the opportunity to either forgive or condemn various agents in the trial of the drunk driver who killed his son and got off with a slap on the wrist.
These plots are cleverly interwoven, even moreso because they manage to integrate some key points of the first two films, showing what led up to them and tying up loose ends -- and completely spoiling both films for anyone foolish enough to come in this late in the franchise. HA. It gave me chills, it was so nicely done.
There are only two things I want to say, again no spoilers. First, the trap planned for the judge is just about the worst way to die that I can imagine (you'll know what I mean if you see it). Secondly, one of Jigsaw's victims is chosen only because she's "dead inside" and relates better to murder victims than to living companions. Well, god help you if you suffer from clinical depression or something. The lesson here is the next time you're walking alone in the dark, be sure to show off your joie de vivre with every step just in case you're being stalked by a Jigsaw copycat.
This chapter was a very satisfying conclusion to the trilogy. The reviews mention the possibility of sequels, but no more with the original two writers, so most likely count me out. 4 out of 5
Oh, and why can't Jigsaw kidnap our Filthy Crankwhore and teach her a lesson or two?
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Finally, we thought we needed a plumber; the toilet was making a dripping leaking sound. Then when Tery tried to fix it, the turn-off valve started leaking. She eventually fixed both, but the point is I was looking in the phone book for a plumber. One of the first ads I read boasted, "No charge for travel!" which implies that other companies DO. This hardly seems fair -- it's not as if you can go to them. But the funniest was a huge two-page ad that listed all the services they guarantee. In addition to the actual plumbing work you hire them for, they will 1) empty the trash in every room they work in (not so bad), 2) change any lightbulbs they notice are out and 3) even bring in your newspaper for you from outside. Seems like a pretty all-purpose service, but how much more are they charging you for all those personal touches? I can change my own lightbulbs and I can certainly carry in my own newspaper. I call a plumber to handle the things I CAN'T do myself, k?
My mood was not improved when I watched part of the moving process through the peephole and noticed their primary method of transporting sundries up the stairs was pails. Lots of pails, all different sizes. Who the fuck has that many pails? Oh, I guess the former owner of a meth lab has lots of pails. Yeah, that did a lot to quell my fears.
The good: I emailed the HOA as well about everyone's seeming lack of concern for the safety of our attic. Dave the administrator was very sympathetic and perplexed as to why the Health Dept was dropping the matter. He had me send him an inventory of everything up there and promised to follow through for us, including using fines or whatever leverage the HOA could wield to pressure her themselves. So I guess there is some advantage to belonging to an HOA after all.
I hate her. I just fucking hate her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
But enough about all that. Some movie reviews.
My favorite part of Halloween is watching all the horror movies on TV, things I would never actually rent. Tery and I were skimming through some the other night. We stumbled upon a channel showing a Troma festival and we stopped and laughed at The Toxic Avenger for about 15 minutes. It was bad, I mean REALLY bad, and 15 minutes was about all the cheese we could stomach. Then to my surprise she stopped on the Sci-Fi channel offering, It Waits. I was mildly intrigued by it; Tery promptly fell asleep.
( ::cut on the infinitesimal possibility that someone someday might want to see this:: )
Ugh. This falls firmly in the "88 minutes of my life I'll never get back" category. 1.5 out of 5, just for providing some truly MST3k moments.
Saw III. Ryan and I saw it tonight. The reviews are correct...it IS better than the second, almost as good as the first. There are no spoilers following.
First, the theater wasn't that full when we arrived. There was a girl and two guys sitting a few rows behind us that later were joined by fellow classmates until almost the entire row was occupied. They talked and joked loudly, but only up until the trailers started, so it was all good. I did hear the girl say quite clearly before the lights went down, "So, this guy, he plays games or something and doesn't actually kill anyone himself?" Either she was being cute or she really hadn't seen the first two films.
The reviews were also correct that this is probably 10 times gorier than the first two. That's a LOT of gore, but I handled it. It has two simultaneous running plots like Saw II, a doctor captured and coerced into keeping the deathly ill Jigsaw alive long enough to see the end of his final test, and the test subject, a man given the opportunity to either forgive or condemn various agents in the trial of the drunk driver who killed his son and got off with a slap on the wrist.
These plots are cleverly interwoven, even moreso because they manage to integrate some key points of the first two films, showing what led up to them and tying up loose ends -- and completely spoiling both films for anyone foolish enough to come in this late in the franchise. HA. It gave me chills, it was so nicely done.
There are only two things I want to say, again no spoilers. First, the trap planned for the judge is just about the worst way to die that I can imagine (you'll know what I mean if you see it). Secondly, one of Jigsaw's victims is chosen only because she's "dead inside" and relates better to murder victims than to living companions. Well, god help you if you suffer from clinical depression or something. The lesson here is the next time you're walking alone in the dark, be sure to show off your joie de vivre with every step just in case you're being stalked by a Jigsaw copycat.
This chapter was a very satisfying conclusion to the trilogy. The reviews mention the possibility of sequels, but no more with the original two writers, so most likely count me out. 4 out of 5
Oh, and why can't Jigsaw kidnap our Filthy Crankwhore and teach her a lesson or two?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Finally, we thought we needed a plumber; the toilet was making a dripping leaking sound. Then when Tery tried to fix it, the turn-off valve started leaking. She eventually fixed both, but the point is I was looking in the phone book for a plumber. One of the first ads I read boasted, "No charge for travel!" which implies that other companies DO. This hardly seems fair -- it's not as if you can go to them. But the funniest was a huge two-page ad that listed all the services they guarantee. In addition to the actual plumbing work you hire them for, they will 1) empty the trash in every room they work in (not so bad), 2) change any lightbulbs they notice are out and 3) even bring in your newspaper for you from outside. Seems like a pretty all-purpose service, but how much more are they charging you for all those personal touches? I can change my own lightbulbs and I can certainly carry in my own newspaper. I call a plumber to handle the things I CAN'T do myself, k?
