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Jan 15, 2009 at 9:37 AM
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I lost my favorite scarf last night. But that comes much later in the night.

Met up with Rance after work at Chic Fil A. We ate, chatted about whatever it is we manage to yak on and on about on a regular basis: he didn't like Backup, I told him he's an idiot. Yanno, normal stuff.

Rance and I made a pact the other day. Rather, I decided I wanted to do this thing, and roped him into joining me. It didn't take much, however. Apparently we're both masochists. We're going to see every single horror movie released this year.

Which means we're going to be seeing a lot of really shitty films.

We started this quest last night with The Unborn.

Oh my god it was TERRIBLE. And awesome. We ended up being *those* people. Yanno, the ones I usually hate, who chat through the whole film, and laugh in utterly inappropriate places, and have a grand ol' time making fun of the whole ordeal. I giggled through most of the film.

It would've been an ordeal if we'd gone into this with any kind of expectations. But when you start laughing within two minutes of the movie starting? Any expectations you may have had go right out the window.

The special effects weren't horrendous, overall. There were a couple of good shots. The dog with the upside down head would've been creepy if it had a fucking point. But there was no point in it being there. Carla Gugino was wasted. And Gary Oldman? Who did you owe that you got roped into this? I mean, you're Count Commissioner Sid Black!

It was hard to take things seriously in any way shape or form, however, when I could see the contacts the main chick was wearing to turn her eyes blue IN EVERY SINGLE SHOT OF HER FACE. If I'd been getting immersed in the movie (which just isn't possible when you're laughing constantly at it), that would've taken me right out.

After that cinematic abomination was over, I realized that I didn't have my scarf. I must've walked around my car five times, opening the doors and looking at the seats, opening the trunk and peering inside, before I finally conceded that it just wasn't in there. And I was devestated.

I know, I know, it's just a scarf. But it was my favorite. I've had it for years. I've kept it this long, and it was mine. It was so pretty and soft and lovely. :( I stopped back in at Chic Fil A and checked there to see if anyone had turned it in. No dice. I'm probably going to swing by WalMart and Target tonight, since we went to both before the movie (looking for my favorite pb crackers for work), and see if anyone turned it in there.

I'm bummed.

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Sorry about the scarf (and from what I've been reading, you need one this week) -- the goal to see every horror movie is ambitious -- I think it might lower your IQs, but it certainly is ambitious!

Oh, I do need the scarf. I'm so bummed!

It probably will lower our IQs, but we're really going to try to do it, I think. At least we'll be going into most of these with no intention other than having tons of fun with the crap on screen.

And I think we're going to try to do lots of Sunday matinees, to save a bit of cash as well!