I’m running late because I’ve spent all morning presenting Milhous with 75 kinds of food he won’t eat.
At the shelter, they gave me a bag of Science Diet kitten food, claiming that’s what he’d been eating.
Won’t eat it. Covers it up with his paws.
So I gave him a can of kitten Fancy Feast.
Won’t eat it. Covers it up with his assy paws.
Okay, then. Would you eat another dry kitten food? Let me head to the store again and get you another brand, she says a trifle shrilly.
What about adult canned food, she asks desperately.
Paw. Dick-ass paw, covering it.
WHAT ABOUT DRY ADULT FOOD? FOR ADULTS ONLY CHICKA BOW-WOW?
He has the energy of a thousand suns, and he drinks water, but I’ve only seen him indifferently nibble a few bites of adult canned food. Everything else can go to hell.
Meanwhile, Lily and Iris are Templeton at the fair, as they are getting his dregs.
So, anyway, I was gonna tell you all about seeing Nosferatu at my old movie theater last night, where they had a live organist as opposed to a dead one playing, which would have been more in keeping with Halloween, but I guess really I just wrapped that all up even though I said I was “gonna” tell you.
But since I have to get in the shower now and worry about my kitten, and also make sure I have enough razors to stick in all the Halloween candy, I thought I’d turn it over to you today.
Let’s scare each other.
Yesterday I mentioned to The Poet that I was going to see Nosferatu, and she said the photos from that movie scare her to this day, and Dear Poet: Sorry I just scared you with that photo above.
I cannot, I mean cannot, look at anything having to do with The Exorcist or I get chilled to my very bone parts. That movie scares the crap out of me.
(Also, Milhous craps, so he MUST be eating something, right? He’s over in the chair and I can hear him purring. He seems fine other than NOT EATING.)
Anyway, back to our topic. The Poet and I then discussed other movies that have always scared us, and I told her about one that was on TV late at night, at some point in the early ’70s, and these people, I think, killed someone? And wrapped the victim in a sheet? And placed him on the elevator in their apartment to get rid of the body?
But then the ghost of that sheet would ride past their place, whistling and so on and trust me it was terrifying. The elevator would come up, right in their living room, and there’d be that sheet, just whistling.
“But what I wanna know is, how desperate for an apartment must you be to elect a place that has an elevator going right through it?” I asked.
“Might it have been a dumbwaiter?” The Poet asked.
And right then I knew.
ALL MY LIFE I’ve gone around thinking that movie had an apartment with an elevator going right through the living room–and hey, good design–when I’ll bet you anything it was a dumbwaiter and I was too young to know what one was back then.
So, my point is, what movies still scare you to this day?
Or even better, what ghosty things happened to you that you can’t explain, that still kind of scare you to this day?
When I was a kid, we turned part of the basement into a TV room. I’m certain we thought we were the height of sophistication with the particle-board walls we put up, decorated with a WC Fields poster.
That room had one bare hanging bulb you had to pull a chain to turn on or off, a dark-blue velvet chair and an old couch, plus one TV tray, as I recall. I watched all my Saturday morning cartoons down there, till the sun would creep in the windows and I’d feel guilty and bring my bowl up and go outside out of some sort of childhood duty.
Anyway, it was always slightly creepy to pull the chain on the bulb and leave the dark TV room and have the rest of the dark basement among you. I’d always
up the basement steps, in a way that would kill my knees now. Each step was covered in a sort of brown ribbed plastic that kept you from slipping, and in my MIND, there was always a scary creature, let’s say Nosferatu, just behind me, and if I made it up the brown steps I’d be fine.
So one time I’d successfully escaped the clutches of Nosferatu, Saginaw basement version, and at the top of the steps, I stared down to the basement in victory.
And the light in the TV room?
MOTHER OF GOD I GOT THE HELL OFF THAT LANDING AND INTO THE KITCHEN
and I never told anyone that story till now.
So now you go.