We all have our guilty little secrets, and we have all heard that confession is good for the soul. Today I’ll put that to the test.
There are certain things I absolutely shouldn’t like, there must be something wrong with me, how can I live with the shame of it, etc. “Ah! And what are those things?” I don’t hear you ask. Here I will fess up to three of them, and let the chips fall where they may.
1950s horror movies featuring giant insects and crustaceans continue to delight me. What could be finer, on a summer afternoon, than slipping into the air-conditioned darkness of the old Forum Theater to watch army men vainly try to stave off the attacks of giant bugs? If only we had some of those bugs for the Democrat National Convention…
The Three Stooges: thanks to Youtube, I can get the Three Stooges anytime I want–oh, huzzah! You may wonder why the Three Stooges wrecking someone’s house as they try to install a light bulb is funny, but colleges and Congress wrecking America is not. Thing is, when the Stooges are over, they’re over–and no harm has been done to anything or anyone. We don’t have to live with the consequences of the Three Stooges’ actions. And what a relief that is!
Finally, snow. Everybody else crabs and cranks on those rare occasions when it snows (rare around here, I mean: I don’t live in Buffalo). I love to watch it come down and cover up the mud; and for a little while, the neighborhood is quiet. Snow is the only thing, short of the end of the world, that can take away the constant roar of traffic. Engine noise is 24/7 in these parts; but a respectable snowfall can shut it down for 20 minutes or so. And then there is the evergreen memory of not having to go to school that day because it’s snowed. Yes, I admit it: I’d rather go sledding or ice-skating, or build snowmen or snow forts, than sit in a classroom “learning” something which I’ve totally forgotten by now.
As for the question of how I can live with the shame… well, as best I can, I guess.
When the snow comes down in big flakes that float and turn as they head for the ground are the best – could watch them all day long.
I confess I still like the Oldies, and when I am at the gym using the treadmill I listen to commercial-free http://www.rewoundradio.com 🙂
Them was one of the best. It was run along the then popular Dragnet style of narrative and acting. I do remember somebody saying, however, that bugs could never get to that size because their body structure would not permit them to survive against gravity. However, certainly back in prehistory there were some damned big bugs! Not THAT big, however.
LOL. I confess I do not care for the big bug stuff, and even though snow is pretty, I hate driving in it, but Three Stooges? Yep, I still like them once in awhile. Last night, even watched the Beverly Hillbillies. Beats the garbage mouth modern stuff. Corny, but clean.
Beverly Hillbillies–there were some great laughs in that show!
Have you ever seen the John Goodman movie, Matinee? It’s about a producer (Goodman) of horror movies and a movie he produced about a man that turned into a giant ant. It’s hilarious and just plain fun.
Missed that one–I’ll have to catch it. Thanks for the tip.
I’m sure you’ll like it. It’s unusually clean for our day and age, plus the story line is good.
Tsk tsk. If we’re confessing here i’ll meet you halfway. I never stopped watching insect movies, from the old ones to the last one: Big Ass Spider. As a child I didn’t like the three stooges. But as an adult watching it with children it was a joy. We even had “Three Stooges Night” marathons. Love the snow, who doesn’t, but love raging rain storms even more. Thanks for sharing. You’re absolved of all shame, Feel better?
Definitely. I can now face the rest of the day.
The look on my wife’s face indicates a possible aversion to our watching this movie. I think she knows I’m about to campaign for it.
LOL!!! Can you really watch it alone? I couldn’t. Need to see the looks on other faces so I can laugh.
I use to like old Batman from the 60s on youtube and can watch it anytime I want…till they were taken down
Another “choice” made for you by someone else.