What a strange count, Lecram. Admit it… we all have our favorites… our “guilty pleasures”. The ones we watch (over and over) and love for whatever reason.
Many of mine come out of the 70′s era. Very early on I became a fan of just about anything Hammer Films put out. Yes, I’m proud to declare that I own every “dracula” movie starring Christopher Lee ever made for that studio.
horror & boobage – a winning combo
And what was the attraction? Great sets and costumes (that they recycled for just about every movie they put out), effective horror tension and yes (you knew this was coming) hot babes with lots of cleavage (that was sometimes revealed – woot!). Yes, the “naughty” factor amped up the appeal quite a bit for any young teenager at the time. Rewatching some of these recently I was also struck how earnest the (bad) acting was. These people were commited to their craft, dammit!
So, I count the cheesy movies that I like because on some level they still suck me in. (Pun intended.) To still be able to do that after all these years is a huge accomplishment in my book. Have a happy and safe Halloween.
Here is a little video for your entertainment pleasure.
Change is both inevitable and constant. I’m not saying anything new here… experience will tell us that. Sometimes it is a slight shift and at others it will involve something more dramatic. Though most give lip service to the “change is constant/good/”, etc… few really deal with it with any kind of grace. More often than not we will only go kicking and screaming into this “disaster” simply because we are creatures of habit… even the more destructive ones that will eventually drown us.
… OK, not in a Sonny & Cher kinda way but with stuff to do, etc. Never a boring moment around here. Plus the huge annual city street clean-up (sometimes known as dump your crap on the street week) is taking place on Thursday. Yay! It’s amazing the stuff we accumulate, isn’t it? Yard sales also remind me of this fact.
Well, it all started with a returned phone call Friday afternoon. I had agreed to be a judge at the annual Pooch Parade. (See previous post for more pics.) Canines of all stripes and sizes turned up. It was really a very fun event with dogs and their masters/mistresses dressed up for the occasion.
That was my answer to a friend who asked me the other day how I felt about (insert whatever project I have undertaken in the past here). The follow up answer (which incidentally was to the question “Why?”) prompted me to explain that I did not know who the heck this Laurel was and felt uncomfortable resting on her.
… (or at least, when I do) the inherent quiet of the time helps turn down the noise in the head. The noise that accumulates in the course of living life. Even if you are not an instigator or participant in the pettiness that may abound just being around it makes the noise stick in some form or another. So, in the wee hours when quiet descends it becomes clearer what is noise and what really needs our focus and attention. And here I am now trying to shake off the noise and striving for clarity of thought.
