Ghosts and Strange Men on the Balcony
As I write two men are on my balcony, heavy-breathing and wielding power-drills. This would be something horror-like if I weren't sitting here lazily eating rice and miso soup and wondering what I'm going to do about getting hold of the third season of Supernatural. There's a 3 season box set going on Amazon for £27, which with shipping will be closer to £40. Hmmm... I'd download it, but I've got 6Gb on my hardrive and the whole series is 5Gb or so. This dilemma has arisen because I indulged myself last night by watching the last three episodes of Season 2. I started off with the Djinn episode, and then thought I 'd watch Part 1 of "All Hell Breaks Loose", and well, I couldn't leave it hanging like that, could I? So, I might treat myself...though I should probably buy more shampoo, and perhaps some food, before I do that.
I didn't get round to getting any food shopping done this week, though it has turned out rather well, as my stockpiling habit is paying off. It's quite impressive what can actually be achieved with some two-week old tomatos, a carrot, some spinach and a pot of tomato sauce I wisely froze that last time I made a batch. I now have sag aloo sauce for the weekend (if I remember to buy potatos), kidney bean chilli for today and Saturday, and a pot of carrot salad. Yay. And I also have 3000yen, which I haven't spent yet. Hurrah.
The men are dropping things and muttering "Are?" to themselves.
So, onto the ghosts thing. In the last week or so I've had three very vivid ghost dreams. Really vivid. Last night, needless to say, I also had a ghost dream in which I was in a house with the ghost of a child who later became a serial killer in adult life. Is it even possible in ghost-lore for your soul to revert back to childhood? We we walking about the house, and then dug up the bones of various animals this little girl had been killing for years. I blame the stupid amount of horror I've been imbibing lately: Supernatural in inhuman quantities, stories by Joe Hill, My Bloody Valentine 3D.
I should actually mention the latter, purely for comedy value. Kate and I went to see MBV in 3D in Ikebukuro. We got weird 3D glasses and popcorn and settled down to watch the film. Only, as soon as it started we realised it was dubbed in Japanese... At first I was a little disappointed, but actually I probably managed to work out about 50% of what was being said. Of course, being so well-versed in horror films means you can pretty much lip-synch the dialogue, or infer what's going on anyway, so I'm not crediting my Japanese skills for this one. Anyway, it was all a bit silly and predictable, but thoroughly enjoyable. Perhaps I'm a little odd for finding it funny when someone's eye is leaning out over the audience on the end of a pickaxe...
I didn't get round to getting any food shopping done this week, though it has turned out rather well, as my stockpiling habit is paying off. It's quite impressive what can actually be achieved with some two-week old tomatos, a carrot, some spinach and a pot of tomato sauce I wisely froze that last time I made a batch. I now have sag aloo sauce for the weekend (if I remember to buy potatos), kidney bean chilli for today and Saturday, and a pot of carrot salad. Yay. And I also have 3000yen, which I haven't spent yet. Hurrah.
The men are dropping things and muttering "Are?" to themselves.
So, onto the ghosts thing. In the last week or so I've had three very vivid ghost dreams. Really vivid. Last night, needless to say, I also had a ghost dream in which I was in a house with the ghost of a child who later became a serial killer in adult life. Is it even possible in ghost-lore for your soul to revert back to childhood? We we walking about the house, and then dug up the bones of various animals this little girl had been killing for years. I blame the stupid amount of horror I've been imbibing lately: Supernatural in inhuman quantities, stories by Joe Hill, My Bloody Valentine 3D.
I should actually mention the latter, purely for comedy value. Kate and I went to see MBV in 3D in Ikebukuro. We got weird 3D glasses and popcorn and settled down to watch the film. Only, as soon as it started we realised it was dubbed in Japanese... At first I was a little disappointed, but actually I probably managed to work out about 50% of what was being said. Of course, being so well-versed in horror films means you can pretty much lip-synch the dialogue, or infer what's going on anyway, so I'm not crediting my Japanese skills for this one. Anyway, it was all a bit silly and predictable, but thoroughly enjoyable. Perhaps I'm a little odd for finding it funny when someone's eye is leaning out over the audience on the end of a pickaxe...