Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightmares. Show all posts

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Like O, Like H


This face will haunt my nightmares for years.
I'm sure of it.


I got to watch The Lovely Bones tonight. I've read the book—I love it! I've now seen the movie—it was WELL done. I want to say I LOVE it cause I really do, but it's been SO long since I saw a movie that made me cry, made me laugh, and made me want to hire a personal bodyguard all in the same film that it leaves me on the fence of 'loved it' and 'was terrified by it.' The cinematography was great and the actors did so great. In fact, Stanley Tucci (who is one of my FAVORITE actors) played his role of the villain, George Harvey SO well that I seriously think I'm gonna have nightmares that he's waiting in the woods to stalk me.

I think Stanley Tucci is one of the MOST AMAZING actors ever—he gives everything he has to portray a character in a way that you forget it's a character, it becomes reality. He's just THAT good.

He's up for a Golden Globe tomorrow night and I'm really hoping he wins. In the meantime, I'm beefing up security in my home and doing a background check on all my neighbors ;)

If you're brave, go see The Lovely Bones . . . it'll help keep the Security Alarm business alive in this recession. ;)

Friday, January 15, 2010

Strange World

I came across the CREEPIEST toy ever today. :(

Just for clarification purposes—I don't really like the toys where you squeeze them and they talk. It's just plain creepy. I have friends and family members who LOVE them, so I've seen and heard my fair share of them. Some of them are mildly bearable. Others are just plain annoying. But this morning as I was picking up cold medicine and throat drops from Bartells Drug Store (yes, I think I've got the beginnings of a cold . . . *sigh*) I came across this little guy in the Valentine's promotional aisle. It's a stuffed rat that talks, nay, shouts that it likes you. It's creepy. :(

Here's the vid to prove it:



For the record, if anyone (much less a guy I was dating) ever got that for me, I'd glare at them, walk away, leaving the rat to tumble from my hand to the ground. We'd also probably never speak again. It's just too creepy. :(