Just the one night at the apartment this week. Spending it watching Night of Horror again, a movie I am strangely captivated by. Maybe I’ll fire up The Monster Club on the tv and have a cup of tea.

Between books. I have just the one last dental procedure to schedule. It just won’t get cool in here. My small air conditioner isn’t up to it.

Got the purple creativity candle the kids got me for Christmas going, and it’s finally starting to cool down, but I don’t expect a lot from myself. There just doesn’t seem to be a lot left for me to say. The thunderstorms are going around us, as they always do, and it looks like a final cup of tea and Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things for me.

If you watch Porky’s II you’ll see the cemetery from Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things isn’t really on an island at all. I think the movies are made a decade apart. I heard that when Bob Clark died tragically he was remaking CSPWDT, but as a comedy. I had mixed feelings about that, but I certainly would have liked to have seen it if it meant he were still alive. Tom Savini was rumored to direct and finish it after Clark’s death, but that never materialized.

Even a short thunderstorm would really do wonders for my spirits right now, although I’m not particularly low in any way. I just want more time here. My neck is a little stiff. Maybe I’ll get my heating pad out and listen to Steven Quayle on Coast To Coast. It has been months, maybe even years since I listened. I used to listen almost every night when Art Bell was the host, and no one was selling a book or running some con game like they are now.

Not much of an eventful day. Not sure if Xen or David’s book will be next. Hey, maybe one of my own, but I somehow doubt that.