Watching Lover’s Lane with Sarah on Friday, we decided that we could write and make a better horror movie than the crap we’d just watched. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it was fun to watch, if only to yell at the stupid characters. The problem with most horror movies, especially those of the low-budget ilk, is that they try to be so serious that it’s compeltely laughable. My solution would involve making a horror movie that completely doesn’t take itself seriously. One that is self-referential about its stupidity and cheap effects, and the contrived circumstances of the plot. I’m not talkin’ about doing another Scream or Scary Movie, because God knows those have been done enough already.

See, in my movie, all the characters would also have to play their part as a certain type of actor, but they wouldn’t be able to acknowledge it. For instance, the lead male character would have act like Captain Kirk. He’d do the things Kirk might do in that situation, all the while giving a wholly over-the-top performance. I think it’d be a lot of fun to do. Now if I only had a digital camcorder.

Saw Lindsey perform in Indy yesterday, at the Hoosier — oops, ‘scuse me — at the RCA Dome. They were neat to watch, and they did real well. I also didn’t have to work, so that was another plus. The only thing that sucked was, we had to watch some other bands, and after a while I just get bored as hell because they all sound and look alike to me. Getting slightly sick towards the end of the evening didn’t help any, but it did serve as an excuse for us to leave earlier than anticipated.

Today I’m sitting firmly on my ass, watching TV and reading, eating lasagna, then going to a stupid meeting at work tonight. I wouldn’t go, but any lack of attendance on my part might not help me out when I tell my manager I can only work two days a week next quarter. Now seems like a good time for my patented phrase.

“Fuck Wal-Mart.”(TM)

JAB