terror

For so long (years), I've been wanting to and meaning to go to TERROR BEHIND THE WALLS.   For those of you who don't know (my faithful readers in India), this is a haunted house in a real (scary) abandoned prison in the city, Eastern State Pennitentary.

Saturday, I finally got to go.  And with the person I know who watches the most amount of Ghost-Hunters and other ghosty tv.  (So:  both the safest bet?).

ANYWAY:  got there, didn't have tickets (which I guess is a bad plan on a Saturday night), bought some from some scalpers, signed a release and went in.  All the employees, including the one who checks your purse for mace, are dresses as prison guard zombies.

There's a lot of little parts I could tell you about.  Outfits, makeup, scare tactics, spin rooms, 3d spots, screaming teenagers.
Instead, I'll say that Eastern State is pretty scary, and haunted houses are medium scary, but putting them together didn't really multiply the experience.  I'm really glad I saw it though.

IJ

Yesterday, I got a Blockbuster card.

And we rented, watched all three* Indiana Jones movies.  In a row.  Sandwiched between meals.  Sundays.



*I hope you know which one we didn't see.

tracks

So, I have a shot now.   Like a shot, named after my dental deconstruct:  "trolley tracks".

Thanks girls.

licca

Chris and Rebecca got married, Carina took some really great bear photographs at the studio.  As usual*.

*except the bear.  That part isn't usually part of it.

tags

Dear Anthropologyie,

Maybe if you didn't put weird tags like this on every item of clothing you sell, they would cost less.  For you, for us, for everyone.

No one is going to fill out a wish on a clothing tag, and stick it back into a little sweater bottle, and hope it comes true. 

Love,

S

P.S.  Kitten liked the sweater bottle.  For like one minute.

P.P.S.  I will still buy your clothes, but only sometimes, and mostly on sale.

in trouble

This morning, I was sitting and waiting for the Broad St Line at Sesquenhanna-Dauphin, and this boy came and sat down next to me.  His arm was all bandaged up, and he was squeezing one of those hand/spring/exercising things pretty ferociously.

"I just got kicked off the football team."
"No way, what happened?"
"I was fighting with some other players.  On the field.  But one of them shot me!  I can't have that!  I mean, I'm a man, a man, and I'm not scared of anything, but that shit is scary."
...(me, probably making a scared face, being pretty glad I had no intention of seeing college football anyway)
"I can try out again next semester."
"Good luck?"

townie

Yesterday we saw The Town, in which Ben Affleck is the bad guys, and Don Draper is the good guys, but you end up rooting for the bad guys because of their craft, skill, charm, lot in life.

I like movies that make you like robbers, and bank robbery planning, and costumes to get out of jams and everything.  So this was pretty good.   Probably better than Easy A, which is the other movie I would have seen.  I mean, the movies on Sunday is pretty great even if it's bad, but especially good if it's good, right?

A whole lot of bad neighborhood/good neighborhood type stuff too, which is easy to ignore because it was set in the far-off world of Boston, but what if it wasn't?  What if it was about how all the bad guys come from Kensington or something?  Then what?
There was this funny quote at the beginning about how being a townie literally ruined guy's life, but he was still super proud of it.  Which is funny, but so true - I mean, people are proud of being from a neighborhood here (Fishtown springs to mind), and don't leave it ever, and acknowledge the scary parts of it like a badge of honor, which is super weird.  Like liking the home team, because it's the home team.  (So much sports lately too, huh?).
Ramblin'.