I am Not Alone
But not feeling loved - I’ve been listening to ‘The Light in the Piazza’ today, hence the lyrics.
Since I don’t really believe in an afterlife, my low-to-moderate belief in ghosts comes as a surprise to most. To them I say, try doing an ethnography on ghost hunters. There is some pretty unexplainable shit out there.
Anyway, I just watched Guillermo del Toro’s The Devil’s Backbone. It suffers from some of the same problems present in Pan’s Labyrinth - one fact stands in as backstory for the bad guy, clunky character choices to move the action forward, etc. I thought this film also couldn’t quite decide which of its interesting stories it wanted to tell, so it tried to tell all of them. It was, however, sufficiently scary to keep me peering over my glasses. The one advantage of being blind as a bat is that you can watch horror movies without looking away; creepy dead children are managable when their features are completely blurred.
After watching the film, I decided to retire. This is always a bad idea because I’m the sort of idiot child that can still scare myself silly just by thinking about things. I made my friend Jessica sleep in my bed with me after watching The Ring. I am a sad little person.
In this case, however, I had some help. I came upstairs and turned the bedside light off for my sleeping mother/roommate. I shut her door because I planned on watching The Colbert Report and didn’t want to wake her. I come out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth to find the door to her room open, with my mother merrily snoring away. Now, I didn’t shut it all the way, so I suppose it could have swung open.
I will attempt to think of this, and not rotting children as I fall asleep tonight. Guess which is more likely?
ps - In other, delayed news. I am so pleased that Ryan Gosling got nominated for being really hot Half Nelson. That was a really terriffic set of abs performance.
