Yeah. I know this blog has turned into a boring mash-up of thoughts on horror films, buying of horror films and wanting of horror films. I have a one track mind. You might have noticed the lack of ramblings about porn and the posting of eyecandy (much to the joy of you straight folks that read this … all three of you). Yeah, well … they say Paxel has “certain sexual side effects” and I have found those out. The ole sex drive is gone. At this point I don’t really have any interest in anything sexual. Damn Paxel. Or maybe it’s just that there is nobody I feel like being sweet on that has killed it.
This past weekend I got to missing “Evil” something fierce. I don’t think it has anything to do with the whole obsession I have. Well, maybe a little. I hung out with his brother (a cool fella if there ever was one) on Friday night and that’s what got me thinking about him. It’s good he’s gone (best thing in the world, really) but I still miss hanging out with him. When he was in during July, I could feel myself sliding back down into that place. He says he’s gonna come back up in October to see the show I am directing. A part of me hopes that doesn’t happen.
It’s Tuesday and there’s a brown dog outside.