Ring Ring Ring

I saw the funniest movie the other day. It's called The Ring and I put it in my Netflix queue because the girls at work were talking about it one day in the lunchroom. They shut up when I came in to fix my Cup O' Noodles, but I heard enough to make me want to watch it. I lurve fiddling with my Netflix queue! I put The Ring in front of the Freaks and Geeks complete series (sooooooo good, soooooo true) and after the fantastic DB Sweeney ice skating film The Cutting Edge.

Well, The Ring is billed as a horror film, and I can understand why people find it scary, but to me it was hilarious. What I didn't know until the main character herself found out, is that the movie is about a girl who lives in a well! OMG! I KNOW!!! But the great part is that she finds a way to come back to life through a scary (it really is creepy) video about flies and hairbrushing and horses and cliff-diving. Throughout the movie I kept laughing and laughing and Catherine finally asked what movie was I watching and could she watch too if it was so "dag-gone funny." (You can take the girl out of the South...) So I dangled the small TV (Precious's TV) into the well so it could watch. It didn't think the movie was funny at all. It cried and cried and really ruined the ending of the movie for me by cheering for Samara, the girl in the well, when she popped out of the TV and killed the boyfriend. "Get her!!!" it yelled until I unplugged the TV and played Tom Petty at volume 10 in lieu of the hose (she hates Tom Petty for some reason. Said it corresponds with a "bad memory.")

But then after the movie was finished and Full Moon Fever was blasting and Precious was yapping and I had to do the tuck and dance in front of the mirror to calm myself down, I started to feel bad, which happens a lot when Catherine gets sad. It's why I keep referring to her as "Her" instead of "it," as someone pointed out in my commments. (KEep commenting! I lurve it!!! You guys are so funny. Would you fuck me? I would.) I have to admit, Catherine's long-range attempt to humanize herself in my eyes has been somewhat of a success. So she was crying and trying to crab-walk up the well like Samara, but she kept falling back down, and the sucker I am I walked to the corner store and bought her a toy and a snack. When I presented Catherine with the box of Green Hostess Snoballs and the Pepsi she stopped crying and actually thanked me. But then when I gave her the toy -- a fake police gun and badge -- she started crying again. Girls are nuts.

Ooh, after watching a craft show on HGTV I decided to undertake a new project. It's a fingernail hoodie! Wish me luck.

Create a cool day!