Moudre Maison

Happy post-Zombie Jesus weekend. I'm hungry and tired. Please forgive any errors, be they mineral, vegetable, grammatical, or other.

This weekend was active. Kasey's dad visited from San Diego and we ran around with him. This was my first time meeting him. It went well, I think. Although it was a bit tense when he Kasey excused herself to go to the bathroom and he looked me dead in the eye and said, "You treat my little girl right or I'll be all over you like Firestone tires on a Nascar track." Easily understood and visually stunning!

We went bowling, ate at 5 & Diner, watched Talladega Nights and drove over to Fountain Hills. I'd never been there before. It's a really nice looking town out in the desert. Too bad the fountain wasn't going full blast that day.

I also went to see my co-worker and pal Chris at a zombie-themed fetish ball on Saturday. I didn't dress up, sadly. My zombie pants in the wash. I got to see Chris and some belly dancing chicks play "Wanted Dead or Alive" on flaming guitars. It was awesome. I saw a mild-mannered boy get 60+ piercings for a suspension and tons and tons of people dressed up as the dead and the slutty. A screaming-type band covered a Nine Inch Nails song and I was reminded that not everyone counts that as a mortal sin.

Sunday we walked to the theatre (saves money, the world, and pounds!) to see Grindhouse. Terror Planet was perfect B-movie homage goodness. Gross and gory as all hell with laughs scattered throughout. Death Proof, besides having one of the best movie titles ever ("Don't" is the best) was fantastic. No where near as cheesy as Terror Planet but still in that certain kind of suspended-belief reality Quentin spins. Kurt Russell as a grizzened (yes, grizzened) stuntman, fast American cars, hot chicks, and lots and lots of cussing. Check this one out for the female version of Samuel L. Jackson. At the end I had so much sympathy for the Devil.

Funnier than anything in either movie are the tiny little trailers for movies they'll never make. Titles include "Thanksgiving", "Don't", and "Werewolf Women of the SS". All made by different directors. "Don't" had me crying it was so funny (from the director of "Shaun of the Dead") and "Thanksgiving" was horribly shocking and hilarious.

Okay, I need to eat. I haven't since lunch, I think.

Adios!

- David

White meat, dark meat. It's all getting carved.