Chocolates on the pillows of hell.

Tonight's viewing pleasure--1408. Based on a Stephen King story, 1408 follows one nasty hour in the life of writer Mike Enslin (crap, hope I got the last name correct). Mike wrote one meaningful novel then his daughter died and he lost faith in everything but himself. Now, he goes to allegedly haunted locales to see what he can see. What he does or doesn't experience gives him the stuff of his recent collection of books. He receives a strange postcard from a hotel in NYC advising him to not stay in room 1408.

Wonder what he's going to do.

John Cusack, easily one of the most under appreciated actors of my generation, completely and convincingly carries the movie on his shoulders. Once he gets settled in the hotel room, he is, for the most part, the only person we see for the bulk of the film. We follow along as he tries to logically explain away what is going on before him. What could fall into melodrama or just plain silliness with a lessor actor becomes melancholy and funny in his hands. He reacts the way most of us would react. Sometimes he's pissed, sometimes he's trying to shrug it off with a snarky comment, sometimes he just gets desperate.

The key to his character is not only his daughter's death, but also his relationship with his father. We only get a bit of insight into this second relationship, but I thought it was one of the more disturbing moments. Through his daughter's passing, Mike has given up on God and his wife. He doesn't believe in ghosts because he's never seen them. He doesn't believe in God, because no good God would have taken his child away from him.

Most of the scares are either the old fashioned bump in the night variety or are more insidiously creepy (like the use of a Carpenter's tune that suddenly blares from a clock radio at any given moment). Unlike alot of today's horror, 1408 stays away from the gore-ography or torture porn. It's more about watching someone losing their grip than it is about watching someone losing their limb.

There are a couple of mis-steps. I thought the "ghost" effect didn't really jive with the rest of the movie. I also thought the movie wrapped up a little too neatly. The "twist" moment didn't quite flow, but I got the point they were making so it was okay.

Cusack completely rocked. There is a scene late in the film that almost had me in tears. I love this man. I recommend this movie on the strength of John's performance and as a nice respite from the sometimes storyless gore that gads about quite often these days.

Not much else to report this week. Had a great dinner with Jackie on Monday evening. Work has been busy thanks to Jinn being in Vegas (still haven't heard from her yet). I'm thinking of checking out Die Hard 4 tomorrow. Please don't let me down, please don't let me down, please don't let me down...

Oh, quick work related thingie. There was an update posted today about an unnamed store where the music manager and two head cashiers were caught doing bad, bad things. Bad things to the tune of almost $3000 if I remember correctly. Made me wonder what actually happened to the hobbit. Guess I may never know.

I haven't decided what the new quote is going to be, but here's the source for the current "buttocks" quote. It's a line from Waiting For Guffman. I'm surprised Laura didn't get this one.

Wonky Bits

Here are a couple of random things since I've done such a poor job of updating this week.

David Tennant (to left) is here because I just recently re-watched Doctor Who series 2 in preparation for series 3 starting on July 6. As I usually do when I find an actor or actress I like, I am now in complete jonesing mode for Mr. Tennant. Luckily, I have a BBC mini-series to tide me over. He is lovely--seriously kick ass hair too.

As evidenced above, I have recently been reminded that this blog is a lot like my junior high diary. Lists of favorite things and mentions of cute guys I will never speak to. I will be 13 forever.

There are two strange signs that I see about my hometown these days.

First--on the window to a local bar--"Closed Due To Divorce"

Second--a handmade sign in someone's yard--"Clowns For Hire"

Ewwww....

A customer recently came into the store wanting to return a book for which they had the receipt. They were told they could get a store credit, but we could not put the money back on their credit card. They got horked over this option. The reason we couldn't credit back the card? The book had been purchased in 2005!! Proof again that the idea of the "customer is always right" is a load of crap and should be seriously re-thought.

Uber came into the back today and noticed we'd gotten in some bookbags. We recently put the old style on sale in order to make way for the new design. The less than scientific poll that has been taken in back has revealed that the majority of those asked think the bags look like poo. They weigh a ton even before you get books inside them. There is a big green triangle that says the name of the company on it. It looks like a burlap sack and a military bag had nasty sex and this thing was created. Even better, it costs $30.

Uber asked if I knew who designed the new bag.

I said, "Someone who should have taken more design classes?"

He didn't laugh.

I then asked who designed the bag.

It was our CEO.

Nice.

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If you missed the Star Wars themed Robot Chicken on Cartoon Network this past Sunday, you should definitely check out adultswim.com to see the clips that made up the show. Anyone with any sort of love or appreciation of Star Wars will find much of it hilarious. I especially liked the Emperor's Phone Call bit and the bit involving Boba Fett and Han Solo.

David Bowie makes it sound nice.

I hate change. I don't do well when it happens. I like to have things planned out (something most of you already know about me, esp. in regards to hanging out). This past Mon. one of my receiving peeps let me know that he had finally decided when he was going to move.

It was almost a year ago that he'd announced he was leaving. I had pretty much figured it wasn't ever going to happen and he was going to die at the store like the rest of us.

He told me the date and my second thought was---oh shit, that's going to mess up my vacation. Yes, that's me. Always thinking of others. After taking an evening to cool down, I'd come up with a way to still take part of what's left of my vacation. Then, the good karma I generated by going back for lemonade made its way back to myself. One of our shelvers who does a real good job would like the position. SWEET! She'll be super easy to train because I don't have to dick around with all the company mumbo jumbo crap like you have to with a newbie. She's already here (no two week notice to another job needed) and she already knows the cart system which is half the battle to getting receiving! Now, I just need to tell my boss what's up and the world will have been righted.

More importantly, I don't have to interview anyone.

Not much else has been going on. I'm waiting for something good to come into the theaters. The weekend was freakin' hot so I did nothing but sit in front of the fan and either read or re-watch season two of Dr. Who. Summer sucks.

Couldn't think of a pic today so I went to my default of Mr. Reznor. I'd just read that on AOL Music they had a poll asking who the Sexiest Single Male Musicians were and Trent came in at #17. He was above John Mayer (take that pretty boy!) and below Lil Wayne (I had no idea either...). I'm not sure, but I think he was the only guy over the age of 30 on the list.

No one guessed the quote so here's where "I'm a concerned prude with a lot of time on my hands." comes from--Ned Flanders, The Simpsons.

I think at least one of you will know the new one.

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The summer season has started (The Closer, The 4400, Ghost Hunters...yeah!) and I'm going to suggest checking out The Power Of Art on PBS. Hosted by the amazing Simon Schama (sp) who brought us the doc series History Of Britain, Power Of Art spends each episode looking at one specific work and giving us the history of the work and the artist. Schama knows how to make history dynamic and relevant and he does the same with art. I'm not a Picasso fan, yet the episode I saw on him was interesting and compelling. Support PBS and check this out on Mondays--refer to local listings for times.

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Nine Inch Nails--Something I Can Never Have (off of the Still release) a somber song full of enough longing to make The Cure and The Smiths jealous, this features just Trent, a piano and some dude on a barely there guitar...gives me the chills.

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There's a great article in the latest issue of Wired that talks about how the lead singer of Linkin Park was stalked via email. I won't give it away, but I will say the matter almost became one of national security.

Mind Meld

I have the power to control deer.

Maybe. The other day I was driving home from work on the interstate. I spotted a deer about 200 yards-ish ahead of me looking like a college student ready to bolt across the street to get to last call. I pointed my finger at him and said "you better turn around and go home buddy." Apparently his name was Buddy and he could hear me over the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cd I had going. He turned and ran back into the trees rather than right into my car. I promise to use my gift for good and not evil. Unless you cross me.

Reason To Hate People #325: People who don't come prepared when they get to the post office.

I stood in line at the post office, which is rare considering I live in a small town. There were two people in front of me. The first woman had a poorly taped box that I could tell weighed a few pounds since she struggled to get it up onto the counter. She hadn't labeled the box. She hadn't even bought a label or , here's a thought, just wrote the address neatly on a decent sized piece of paper and taped it securely to the box. She asked if the box was okay to send. It was. She then handed the worker the labels she wanted to buy, but he told her he could give her one for free. After some rummaging, he returned with the label and she filled it out. She did not move aside to do this. Bitch.

Anyway, she fills it out and the p.o. worker sticks it on the box. She says she wants it there by Friday. He tells her what her shipping options are and that only express can guarantee that it will get there on Friday. He then has to figure out how much that will cost.

By now, I'm already on the verge of being late for work if I don't leave soon. He tells her it will cost about $50. Even though she'd made a big deal about when it had to be there--which required him going over the options 2 or 3 times, this is too much for her. He sets up Priority mail and delivery confirmation and she finally also asks for some stamps. She pays and sorta moves to the side to affix her stamps to her letters.

Then, rather than walk the approximately 4-5 STEPS to get to the slots the letters would go in, she reaches across the woman being waited on to toss her letters onto the back part of the counter so the p.o. worker can take care of them. People. Sometimes. Suck.

Second lady wants some stamps, but she wants "pretty" ones. As we've just recently upped the price, there are only a couple of stamps available and they don't meet her aesthetic requirements. P.O. guy has to go dig thru the freakin' safe till he finds some old ones she likes. The kicker was the fact that she didn't buy any $.02 stamps right then because she had some so she was going to have to go home and get them then return to the post office to mail her crap.

Guess what...I was late to work.

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I got nothing right now. Unless you count watching about 8 hours of Kidnapped. The series got dumped after 5 eps, but the rest were online and then it was released on DVD. I was not disappointed. I still think they should have given this one a better shot. The final ep felt rushed, but considering they were essentially condensing an entire half season into one show you have to forgive them.

New summer stuff starts this weekend so maybe we'll get lucky. My last Netflix rental was Marie Antoinette (sp) which was not bad for the first hour or so then I just wanted something...anything...to happen. Very pretty to look at but I fast forwarded thru the second half of the film.

LISTEN TO IT: Guilty Pleasure Edition

I will now confess something to you. I sorta like Christina Agullara (er, however you spell her last name). I don't own anything of hers, but I always listen to Genie In A Bottle whenever it comes on. Please don't dis-own me.

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You know how I said I was going to start Half Blood Prince. Well, it hasn't happened yet. Perhaps I should log off and go do that now.

Finally, big WOO-HOO's to Laura who correctly guessed that the phrase was from Meatballs. I was expecting Teresa to mention this, but perhaps she's actually been working as opposed to reading this mess. Oh, well. As you can see, I've put up a new one. Have fun.