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August 4, 2005
Very Evil Birthday
You're invited to a party!
Saturday, August 13th is my 37th birthday. I will likely be working on the day itself, but that doesn't mean that I can't parley the actual day into a weekend full of fun and frolic. I want you to join in a special part of it.
Christopher has been pestering me for a while to decide on an event for at least one of the days for that weekend. Here is an excerpt of the e-mail I sent him:
Here is what I want to do: Friday night I want to come home after work and bake something. Then I want to order some food delivered and eat dinner and watch some Netflix or something. Inviting folks over to join us would be just fine and fun. Alternatively, we can make hot dogs instead of ordering out. Mmmm... hot dogs.
Like a good husband he has consented, asking me to put one of my favorite films at the top of our Netflix cue.
So, on Friday night, 8/12, we are going to have hot dogs (which I love so fucking much), potato chips (C got some Ohio-made Ballreich's chips sent for his birthday last week), whatever baked goodie I decide to crank out, and, if Netflix is kind, we will be screening a favorite from my high school days: The Evil Dead.
If I don't seem like the horror movie type to you, it's because I'm not. I do like the occasional scary movie. The Evil Dead, however, far from being scary, is the most hilarious thing ever filmed. My friends and I back in West Virginia would organize a big annual screening of this cult classic and it's sequel/re-make Evil Dead 2. ED2 makes a good companion piece, but we were always disappointed by it. See, Sam Raimi (yes... THAT Sam Raimi) really took ED seriously. He wanted people to be freaked. It was supposed to be scary. Parts of it are, I suppose, but mostly it's a total riot. Again, because it was meant to be serious. Unlike Showgirls, which was meant to be a total riot and ended up scary. Or something.
ED2 fails in comparison because it is intentionally funny. I mean, Bruce Campbell (reprising his role as Ash from the original in what is essentially a re-telling of the same story with more schlock) cuts off his own possessed hand, and replaces it with a chain saw. An eyeball flies through the air, it's optic nerve trailing like Superman's cape, and is somehow swallowed by a bystander. Though I must admit we reenacted that eyeball scene many a time, I can only say, "Whatever." We'll stick with the original, thankyouverymuch.
Maybe if I can pick up a copy of Soapdish, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Death Becomes Her, or Ferris Bueller's Day Off, we can screen a second movie. Otherwise, there's always Waiting for Guffman or Steel Magnolias from my personal library. Diabetic comas... oh the hilarity!
So, please come and join us. Drop me an e-mail and let me know if you are coming and what details, if any, you need. Regrets and gifts not necessary. Flying eyeballs are, though.
Posted by kyle at August 4, 2005 11:52 AM