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News and notes (real and imagined) from the Looperverse.
Click on the link below for a Christmas greeting from Chloe and Hannah.
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Donna and I see a lot of movies, it’s one of our favorite things to do. We probably average a couple of movies a month, and it’s not that unusual for us to see a couple in a single weekend. We’re usually not that critical, but occasionally we’ll see one that throws up all over itself. This was the case last weekend when we went to see No Country for Old Men.
That droning sound in the background is Al Gore, still yammering about global warming. And unfortunately he’s not alone on Mother Earth’s bandwagon. So, in an effort to get all of these prophets of doom to shut the hell up, Attack Deer is joining the crusade by doing its part to save the planet.
Fortunately, I'm past the point in my life when this news would have impacted me. But there was a time when this would have been devastating to both my budget and my health...
In college I occupied a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment with my friends Jonathan and Jason. As I've mentioned before, apartment #129 at Lakewood Village was a popular place in 1997 (wow, ten years ago) and we decided to throw a little Halloween party.
Jason was easily the most level-headed of the three of us, so when he came home with glow-in-the-dark crayons to draw monsters on the walls, we didn't object. It was really quite brilliant. You could draw on the walls, then easily clean them when the party ends. The glow-in-the-dark ghosts and goblins were a big hit and though it wasn't as easy as advertised, it did come off (the walls were about the only thing in that apartment that did survive).
After the guests left, I went to bed thinking about Linda Blair's head spinning around. In the middle of the night a large volume of IBC root beer and Yoohoo insisted on leaving my body.
When I opened my bedroom door, headed for the bathroom, I was greeted by the scariest glow-in-the-dark crayon monster of all. It seems in our less-than-thorough cleaning we missed one. Suddenly my trip to the restroom was no longer required, clean shorts on the other hand...
I like scary movies. I really like them. It's indefensible, I know. I don't have a single friend who shares this interest with me, so this is a hobby I enjoy pretty much alone. Which is ironic, considering this is one thing you don't want to do alone.
After seven years of marriage Donna and I have gotten pretty good at picking our battles. As newlyweds, what surprised us most about our arguments was not the frequency, but rather the subject matter. Our biggest conflicts seemed to be over the smallest things.
For example, our biggest argument to date was over where to hang a shelf in our first apartment. This shelf, no matter how inspired its placement, was never going to do anything more than hold books. But we fought like Crips and Bloods about where to put it.
However, I am hereby putting my arguing days behind me and forfeiting all future disagreements to Donna.
Why?
Because in her infinite grace and ever-loving wisdom she has acquiesced to me building this in our backyard…