So I am so disgusted with myself. I am also saddingly shocked with how accurate the horror movie writers and industry make characters and storyline plots. Let me clarify.
You know how when you're watching a horror movie, and the climatic or spooky music is building up, so you know something BAD is going to happen? And there's the dumb character who is being victimized or is about to become the next causality because they hear a noise and go to check it out....and there's Jason/Leather-Face/zombies/(insert your own horror movie bad-guy) just lurking around the corner, waiting for the victim to be stupid enough to head their way to see what made the noise? Then they spring out and kill said dumb character.

Meanwhile you're watching the movie saying out loud: 'Dumb ass, what is wrong with you? Go the other way...it's so obvious that you're about to get mutilated! If that was me, my ass would have been so outta there.' And you know what....you're feeling superior because you would never be as dumb as that person if the shoe was on the other foot and this was a real scenario. *RAISES HAND* I've been the one all the time pointing out the obvious and making my snide little comments when watching the horror movies. I used to pride myself on thinking that I'd be the smart one, to make it through the entire movie, in one piece- being able to live happily ever after with Freddie Prinze Jr's character.

But I was wrong! Wrong I tell you! And I am smacking myself in the head over the fact that I would be one of these dumb characters who get bumped off. It makes me cringe. Last night we went to the diner for dinner: mom, Ida and myself. Before we ate, I decided to go to the restroom. Mind you the restroom has two stalls. So as I'm washing my hands, I hear a noise. No, not that kind of noise....it sounded like the spool of toilet tissue being unfurled from the roller. But it didn't sound like it was coming from the stall next to the one I just vacated. So there I am rinsing my hands, pondering the noise, and I hear it again...this time longer, and almost like it's coming through the wall. Then I figure it is coming through the wall...but I wasn't sure. So I turn around and look at the floor to see if there are feet in the stall which is next to the one I was in. NO FEET. I take a step closer and kinda peer through the crack of the door, because the door is slightly ajar.

AND THEN I FREEZE. Because I realize how stupid I am! I realize that this is a classic horror movie scene where the dumb character gets killed. (How many times have I watched 'Scream' when the killer is in the bathroom perched on the toilet seat and Sidney sees the feet lower themselves to the floor). This is the classic horror movie scene where the DUMB CHARACTER hears a suspicious noise, goes to investigate it INSTEAD of turning and running the other way, and gets hacked to pieces!!! I also realized that the stall was indeed empty and the noise was from the men's restroom. But I left the restroom to go back to my table laughing to myself as well as chastising myself for being dumb enough.

So Hollywood, keep churning out those horror movies. I'll keep watching, and will try to not make fun of the 'dumb characters' who so easily get themselves bumped off. Because I'd be one too.

Pooka & Lola truly partners in crime!

Once upon a time, there were these two adorable little kittens. They were so loving, and jovial, and not at all cold-blooded killers of things such as mice, or fish, or anything that had blood runnng through their veins.These cute, cuddly kittens used to stalk dust, play with their kitty toys, and eat goodies galore. Just for the sake of it, we'll call these cute, sweet, NICE kitties Pooka and Cro`i. (What a coincodince, huh?)
Well, over the years these two NICE house kitties, Pooka and Cro`i shared with their family, they grew in to unique furballs of love. Cro`i would oogle Derek Jeter whenever he was on the tv...and Pooka became such a mamma's boy. If a pet fish was brought in to the house they never thought to try and HURT the fishy. In fact once Pooka stuck his paw in the water and got skeeved out. But as they grew, it was clear that they wondered what was outside the warm house they cohabitated in. To keep them safe, and give them a sense of adventure these sweet, NICE kitties were allowed to venture in to play in the garage...instead of being allowed in to the open air of the yard.
AND that's where the trouble started. These two kitties who just so happen to have the name Pooka and Cro`i began to change. From time to time, especially in bad weather (winter) they'd find these little furry poachers, who skittered around...looking very much like their toy mice. The kitties morphed themselves in to sleek, swift, fierce hunters. Proud to show off their kill, even though their family (more importantly their mother-who we'll call Rose) would be appalled. But the family understood the nature of cats, and even when these kitties deposited a mutilated mouse in her bed, on Egyptian cotten sheets.
But as if this tale was not getting gruesome enough, the tale gets even darker. A puppy was brough in to this little family...and soon won over the hearts of all who lived under the roof...even the kittens who now had a dark side. And although the puppy, who just to keep consistant, we'll call her Lola was being house broken...and allowed to go outside...the cats were not. And the cats didn't understand why. So over the course of a few months...the cats known as Pooka was allowed to play in the back yard...because (a) he was Lola's best friend and they played together...and (b) because he would try and cry all night to get out if he didn't have his way.
The other day when the family came home...they spooted Pooka outside, looking like he was going to make a mad dash out of the yard. Pooka's mother had a panic and went running towards him. But Pooka was not trying to escape. And he gave his mother a dirty look, as his intended victim...a little finch flew off. Pooka's muscles slowly unbunched and he went in the house. The family laughed it off, glad that the little bird lived to see another day. Estatic to know their darling Pooka's paws were unbloodied.
But oh no, Pooka would not be thwarted. Pooka's need for a hunt was overwhelming. Many times since July...he was foiled when he'd go to innocently 'visit' the new gold fish named Jimmy Buffett. At night he slept so soundly...his mother thought he was a little furry saint. But that was when he was plotting it all out. He waited until no one susspected anything...would never suspect his accomplise.
Pooka mother and grandmother had been out running errands and returned home wondering what they would have for dinner. It was then that they heard Pooka's aunt yelling 'Let me wash your mouth...let me wash your mouth' for some odd reason. When they entered the home...there was Lola...having her face scrubbed clean. The mother and grandmother innocently asked what was going on- and here's where our tale ends in a murder most fowl (intentional mis-spelling.)
Pooka got to go on his hunting expaditon. He hunted in his own back yard...stalking a BIG black bird. He solicited his sister Lola's assistance in the hiding of the body...so no one would be the wiser. However Lola could not resist...so proud to be part of a secret Pooka entrusted her with. Pooka chosing Lola over Cro`i. Lola then brough her trophy in to the house and as she watched tv began to gnaw and chew on her black bird quietly. Due to her own oblivion, and not answering her aunt's calls for her...did she ignite suspission and had Aunt Ida come looking for her. And THAT'S when Ida discovered the horrid truth! Pooka and Lola are now murderers and partners in crime. Pooka did the hunting, and Lola the stashing. And our sweet little kitty will never be the same again.
So those of you who own pets. Wether they be cats or dogs or some of each. Don't put anything past them. Because you never know when your sweet and innocent furball will cross over to the dark side.