Anything goes? That’s what the schedule says. I have to do what the schedule says. The schedule is the boss of me.
Well, crap. I’ve got nuthin’.
Oh, I do have potatoes. My potato plants are planning to take over the world.
Or we could discuss the one semi-silly scene (my only complaint) in the opening episode of Game of Thrones. Daenerys was walking along a pier and saw a young girl playing with a ball. The girl turned into some freaky hissing zombie clown black-magic assassin who could walk on air/water/fly/disappear at will but she was quickly forgotten when Sir Barriston Selmy pledged his oath. Man, I’d be too busy looking over my shoulder for that freaky hissing zombie clown black-magic child assassin to pay much attention to anything else.
What is it about children in a horror film that is so horrifying? Ah, I remember– it’s the Uncanny Valley. Which is forever fascinating. And scary. Let’s reiterate: The Uncanny Valley is a concept in robotics which holds that when human replicas look and act almost, but not perfectly, like actual human beings, it causes a response of revulsion among human observers.
Guillermo del Toro anyone?
Thomas Jefferson and I share a birthday – April 13th. Our anniversary is coming up as well – the 17th. My husband planned something special, which we’ve postponed for a week, but I suspect we’ll go to dinner at least.
Thanks so much for all your support. I’m definitely feeling better.
Hope you have a great weekend. See you Monday!