resident evil

So I admit to being the biggest wimp in the world when it comes to horror movies.

You may think you're a bigger wimp than me, but you'd be WRONG. I'm the type of person that movie directors love. I fall for every manipulative cliché. I jump when the heroine backs slowly away from a false alarm and then turns to -suddenly- find that the actual danger is right behind her!!!; I scream when the supposedly dead villain turns out to be alive after all, I recoil at every sudden noise, cringe at every wet and squishy "obviously the living dead sucking someone's brains out" sound effect.

Some of my friends refuse to sit beside me anymore in the movie theatre because I tend to hit them or dig my fingernails into them when things get tense. In my defense, I think I've only drawn blood once.

So you think I'd know better than to go see "Resident Evil" with Scott and Jeff last night. But I heard that there were science fiction elements in the flick, so I figured it might be more like "Aliens" and I'm a sucker for sf movies. Though I still haven't seen Battlefield Earth, mainly because most of my friends saw it while I was in Philadelphia and were apparently so traumatized by the experience that none of them will see it with me now, even on video rental. (An aside: what the heck was John Travolta THINKING?!)

Anyway, I spent the first hour of "Resident Evil" cringing in my seat and clutching Jeff's arm, burying my face in his shoulder. At some point I realized that I had my eyes shut pretty much ALL the time, that I was still getting freaked out by the gross noises (heads being chewed on, etc.), and WHY THE HECK WAS I PUTTING MYSELF THROUGH THIS TORTURE, ANYWAY?!?

So I got up and left, whispering to Jeff (or rather whispering LOUDLY, to be heard over the shrieks and squishy head-sucking noises) that I was going to hang out in Chapters and would meet him after the movie. To his credit, he didn't make fun of me. I haven't walked out in the middle of a movie in a very long time, but I couldn't take it anymore. I'd rather be coddling a Tazo Chai and browsing books.

I'm starting to do more work offline, by the way. I took my laptop to a coffeeshop yesterday morning and got more work done on my novel than I've done all month so far. This is a good thing, so I might start doing this sort of thing more often. Sold another article this week and also have an article to write on spec (about the Renaissance harp). Marketing/Finance day tomorrow!

Current favourite work music:

Still Locanda delle Fate (thanks to Parki)

Current favourite non-work music:

Hawksley Workman (thanks to Rand) - a Canadian, no less!

Workman's "Striptease" has replaced BNL's "One Week" as my preferred private office dancing ritual music (though "Jealous of Your Cigarette" comes close). His voice makes me swoon.