Officially old enough to dread 30!
I turned 28 yesterday. You'll all be happy to learn that I received enough birthday greetings and presents to delay my inevitable village-destroying wrath. The gods of Katy Mountain are appeased (for now). Among the birthday loot was a DVD set of Dark Shadows: the Revival, which was great. Remember that show? Here's a brief summary if you're like me and weren't allowed to watch it when it was on the air:
VICTORIA WINTERS: My name is Victoria Winters, and someone in this house is a vampire...
BARNABAS COLLINS: Raaaaaaaaa! I'm a vampire! I've been a vampire for TWO HUNDRED YEARS!
WILLIE LOOMIS: Wull, gee, Barnabas. I'll be your servant. You don't have to go killing people and stuff.
DOCTOR JULIA HOFFMAN: Barnabas, I couldn't sleep last night, so I whipped up a cure for cancer. Oh, and your anti-vampire serum is ready so that you can stop killing people (and maybe love me).
BARNABAS: I haven't eaten a McRib sandwich in TWO HUNDRED YEARS! I love someone for this!
DOCTOR HOFFMAN: It's me!
BARNABAS: Victoria Winters is my long lost love reincarnated... from TWO HUNDRED YEARS ago!
DOCTOR HOFFMAN: Hold the phone. What?
BARNABAS: TWO! HUNDRED! YEARS!
VICTORIA: My name is Victoria Winters, and somehow I've been transported back in time...
And then suddenly the series becomes amazing (I'm serious; it does), after which the season ends, and then THERE'S NO MORE. That's it! Aaaaaa!!
I also acquired Criterion versions of some of my favorite Kurosawa films, ensuring that I am more awesome than everyone else who watches movies. All of the above plus the Moroccan dinner at Marrakesh made for a lovely birthday indeed. The end.
P.S. - I said there'd be more about Thanksgiving, didn't I? Here you go:
