Among the many joys of freelancing is the fact that I can do what I want with my time, so long as I have a stellar finished product by the deadline. Today that meant I got to hang out with Lotti and Angie and little Alex and eat lunch and watch a hideous 70s horror movie called The Legacy. I actually remembered seeing this on TV. One scene scared the crap out of me as a child: A woman is swimming in a pool, underwater, and when she comes up for air -- she can't, there's something blocking the surface. She's trapped down there, and after pounding on the glass or whatever for a while, she drowns. Ack.
That part I remembered vividly. What I had forgotten was how glad you were when they finally did her in, so you wouldn't have to watch a synchronized-swimming wannabe do little dolphin kicks and shimmy under water for eight years. I started out chanting "Get out of the pool! Get out of the pool!" and in the end was chanting "Just kill her already!"
I'd also forgotten Sam Elliott parading around naked (although I did remember the shower scene that followed said parade) and the cheesy 70s "Ballad of The Legacy", as interpretted by Kiki Dee. Wowie. I'd also forgotten this major plot problem: I could buy that there were six people stupid enough to sign on for a Satanic pact thing, and I was almost ok with the whole reincarnation thing. But one of the major spooky bits was supposed to be that all the servants in this big old creepy English manor house either were or could turn into cats.
Think about it: Cat servants. Even if it was Satan himself running the house, I don't think that would fwork:
In other news, I broke down and got my tickets to Vegas for December. I'll be crashing Lotti and John's Showgirls wedding. Yeah, baby, Vegas...
That part I remembered vividly. What I had forgotten was how glad you were when they finally did her in, so you wouldn't have to watch a synchronized-swimming wannabe do little dolphin kicks and shimmy under water for eight years. I started out chanting "Get out of the pool! Get out of the pool!" and in the end was chanting "Just kill her already!"
I'd also forgotten Sam Elliott parading around naked (although I did remember the shower scene that followed said parade) and the cheesy 70s "Ballad of The Legacy", as interpretted by Kiki Dee. Wowie. I'd also forgotten this major plot problem: I could buy that there were six people stupid enough to sign on for a Satanic pact thing, and I was almost ok with the whole reincarnation thing. But one of the major spooky bits was supposed to be that all the servants in this big old creepy English manor house either were or could turn into cats.
Think about it: Cat servants. Even if it was Satan himself running the house, I don't think that would fwork:
Satan: "Miss Witherspoon, bring me my tea!"It'd never fly.
Miss Witherspoon, a Siamese: "Did you say something?"
Satan: "Yes, I told you to... are you walking away from me?
Miss Witherspoon: "Stalking at the moment. I'll get back to you when I need to be fed."
Satan: "Come back here. I know you hear me...."
Miss Witherspoon pointedly starts grooming
Satan: "I will not be ignored, you stupid...Oh! Not the crotch cleaning! Fine, I'll get my own damned tea."
Miss Witherspoon: "Go get me a catnip mouse while you're up. And thanks for warming this chair up for me."
In other news, I broke down and got my tickets to Vegas for December. I'll be crashing Lotti and John's Showgirls wedding. Yeah, baby, Vegas...
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