My sweet wife gifted me with several items for Valentine's Day
yesterday, not the least of which was a new design from Fright Rags
inspired by Joe Dante
's early 80's werewolf classic The Howling
We spent a quiet day together, watched a movie and our normal Fox animation stuff in the evening, it was a good day.
I called in food at a little Mom & Pop
type burger joint across town in the early afternoon, then headed out to pick it up. I should have known there'd be issues when the guy taking my order tried to misspell my name (which begins with a 'B
') back to me as "...now that's 'M
'..." when he took the order. I get to the place, which is packed for lunch, drive up to the little window and ring their bell that supposedly gets their attention inside. Minutes pass, so I put the car in park and give the bell another couple pokes for good measure, just so they know I mean business. At the very least, I know it's working, as you can hear it ringing faintly through the window. I Google
the place's number on the iPhone
while giving it another couple rings, tell the guy who answers that I'm at his pick up window with no response, to which he casually replies "Yeah, you can pick it up inside."
Say again? "We're short on help today, so you can pick it up inside."
"Oh, cool, yeah, I'll get right on that..." I replied as I drove away from their restaurant, presumably forever
, because I hold a grudge like a Middle Easterner
. The fuck wouldn't you mention this when I ordered by phone, asshole? Why wouldn't you at least say, hey, sorry, but we'd appreciate it if you could
come inside, or at the very
least put a sign on the 'pick-up' window indicating that it's now nothing but a regular-ass window, and you can't pick up jack shit there.
I called the wife, apologized for my irritation having screwed up our lunch order, got different requests from her, then hit an alternative drive-through that (wonder of wonders) actually gave me my food at a window rather than forcing to to schlep inside and mill around with the great unwashed.
We ate, watched a few things off the TiVo
, then she retired to the bedroom in the afternoon, as she had a couple meetings in the evening and has been borderline sick for the past few days, so she hoped the rest would do her some good. I headed to the Office
and worked on the reviews that I've piled up notes for, getting a couple of those polished up for submission later this week, then the wife was up and getting ready for her meetings, so I wound up my web nonsense to visit with her for a few before she left.
I ended up popping in something from the 'to-watch' pile, the 5th volume of the 42nd Street Forever
series from Synapse
, the Alamo Drafthouse Edition
. Filled with trailers for oddball films, it actually left me scrambling for the laptop to research a couple titles that I'd like to track down, though there's always that question in the back of your head about which version
you'll be able to find, as these Exploitation
films are often released in different cuts, under different titles, which is frustrating as all hell for an anal retentive dude like me who wants to make sure he gets every bit of sleaze that the director intended.
I watched the little documentary about the Alamo Drafthouse
itself on the disc, one moment of which featured Sybil Danning
, an actress from The Howling II: Your Sister Is A Werewolf
, which I have on the 'to-watch' pile as well, and since I'd recently got the shirt (and the wife had never seen the original film), I started planning a little quasi-marathon for us. We can even check out the 3rd sequel right now now Netfux Instant Watch
, so I sprung the idea on her when she got home and she seemed game, so we settled in with a late dinner and watched The Howling
holds up pretty well, though the effects aren't quite as impressive as those of the 'other' werewolf movie from the early 80's, An American Werewolf In London
, but it's still an admirable effort from everyone involved. Okay, 'cept maybe for Dee Wallace
, her character did nothing but whine for an hour and a half, everything she said seemed to have a slightly nagging tone that kinda made my asshole pucker every time she spoke. No wonder a serial killer was obsessed with her in the film, I kinda wanted her dead myself by the 45 minute mark of the film.
We called it a night around 10:00, as is our custom.
Be seeing you.Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Gifts
, Fright Rags
, Joe Dante
, The Howling
, Shitty Service
, 42nd Street Forever Alamo Drafthouse Edition
, Synapse Films
, Sybil Danning
, The Howling II Your Sister Is A Werewolf
, An American Werewolf In London
, Dee Wallace