Hold me!

I was flipping through the channels this afternoon, having just finished off a few episodes of Wings for about the sixth time and what do my eyes see upon the screen? Why Brain Hackett himself. (Oh Alrgiht! Steven Weber if you get technical!) So I stopped, naturally. Then my eyes fluttred down to where it tells me what show I was watching. My eyes grew wide at the title. The Shining. Oh HELL NO! No way in the world was I going to watch that. Nuh, no way mister not in a million years.

But I did. I got sucked in. Damn you Steven Weber! Damn your charm that will forever suck me in because I will say to myself Oh hey! Brian! Yay! You're just so funny! Damn you! So I watched from the middle of the second part through to the end. (the total was three parts so I guess I could have just said I watched half)

That movie scared the shit out of me. Well. I may be exaggerating. But it scared me. I covered my face during the last twenty minutes because I was freaked. I talked out loud to myself because I was scared. I held a blankie up to my face. But I did not turn that channel. Oh no. I remained watching. Not so much because it was Brian Hackett. Oh no. That charm wore off after about twenty minutes when I realized he was one crazy ass mofo. I realized that this was the movie in which Jack Nicholson chops threw a door and says "Heeeeere's Jonnny!" and that my beloved Brain was that man. When the word Redrum was on the wall I knew I was in trouble. Oh yes ma'am. I knew this movie would be a doozy and it was.

I started to watch it downstairs on the Giant Ass TV but moved to my bedroom to finish packing and thank the holy wheat bread I did. It is much easier to shield ones face on a 14 inch screen as opposed to a 50. And boy did it need to be shielded. I'm such a wimp when it comes to scary movies. I watch most of them threw my fingers while carrying out a conversation with myself. I'm not proud of it, it's just how it goes.

I have the urge to watch the whole thing now. Since I know how it ends, it'll be better. Or not. I do not know.

All I do know is I'll never be able to look at a croquet mallet the same way. Yikes.