Blissful

I have found the cure for my idiotic, bitchy, moody version of PMS.

Psychological thrillers

Hee. Hannibal Lecter and the Red Dragon. *sigh* I love having my mind messed with. Well, that and critiquing the minute details of a movie. Fun stuff folks, fun stuff.

Plus if you give it Cheddar Cheese Cracker Combos and a 20 oz. Coke, and play some Martina McBride in the background, you really get to the happy place.

---

So, I saw Red Dragon on Halloween. Fitting. (Of course the most appropriate Halloween was when I saw Exorcist at midnight on Halloween night two years ago.)

I loved it. I don't go to see movies very often, because I have this thing about spending $7.75 for something I may or may not like. And at that price, dumb movies will not be paid for. But this one was completely worth it.

The first time I saw Silence of the Lambs was about 6 months ago. It was one of those movies my parents wouldn't let me see when it came out, and I'm really bad about renting movies to watch. So I had seen Silence recently (never seen Hannibal) and could make comparisons.

Here's my thoughts and what I observed.
(major spoilers follow - read only if you've seen the movie or never plan on seeing the movie)

( Take a Bite Out of Crimefighters )

And a fun parting for the day. Lyrics to a little ditty on Martina McBride's CD Evolution. A recording of a song she sang at a talent show when she was 7.

I'm Little But I'm Loud

I learned to do my singing walking 'long behind a plow.
The singin' teacher always passed me by.
And so I have to sing the only way that I know how.
Just rear back, open up and let her fly.

I'm little but I'm loud.
I'm poor but I'm proud.
I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it.
I'm like banty rooster in a big red rooster crowd.

I'm puny, short and little, but I'm loud.
I'm puny, short and little, but I'm loud.

And that's what it's all about...

The most succinct explanation I've seen for The Bachelor.

(from CNN.com - Matt Roush of TV Guide)

"I think "The Bachelor" is one of the creepiest things I've ever seen. It's like a beauty pageant, where he gets to fondle the contestants. That's the whole point, honestly."

*nods*

Chicken Little Fingers

*happy squeal*

I'm writing! I'm writing! Inspiration struck, and there is fic, and it is gen, and it is Pete POV! Whee! Petefic!

Sadly, one page and a title, but I've only been working on it for 30 minutes.

Chicken Little Fingers

Hee. And it's humor. Happy me! Hormones are being nice right now and I'm writing!

Chicken Little Fingers - The Fic

I'll post this somewhere on Monday. For now, it's remaining in my blog (because I don't feel like rereading it right this moment). If you see anything glaring, let me know.

Title: Chicken Little Fingers
By: Maveness
Rating: PG-13 (for a couple of cuss words)
Archive: Not yet, let me make sure it's kosher first
Disclaimer: Pete, his mom's sofa, Chloe, Clark, and Lana do not belong to me. And I do not make any money off of them. Now the chicken, it's my nice creation. So if anyone tries to make any money off of it, I will sue. *g*
Summary: Pete reaps the benefits of partying with the soccer crowd. A benefit of the fowl variety.

( Chicken Little Fingers )