Started and abandoned two different posts recently. One was just a silly generic thing, but the other was somewhat more personal in nature, and my inability to make it work disturbs me. I just haven't been feeling the writing thing lately, although annoying computer glitches haven't really helped. (When the screen freezes as you type, it kinda interrupts your train of thought.)
Anyway, just to post something, and in the spirit of Halloween, I thought I'd post something scary. Regular readers might expect me to follow that up with a clip of Linda Carter singing or David Naughton extolling the virtues of Dr. Pepper, but no, I'm serious.
I could (and probably have, and no doubt will again) go on for some time about The Exorcist, which freaked me the fuck out like no movie ever has. I was eleven when I saw it the first time--well, saw part of it; my brother wound up carrying me out of the theater because I was literally paralyzed with fear--and I think the reason it got to me was because it creates such a believable reality. The sets, the costumes, the lighting show no trace of artifice. Everything looks so lived in, seems so natural, and when things go to hell (more or less literally), the impact is...well, again, as I watched the scene embedded above, I felt my limbs going numb.
Oh, and you know what else scares me? This.
