No, there was no blog entry yesterday. There almost was, but I deleted it. It isn’t time to say that yet.
Today we learn whether or not my wife will continue to have a job. The company that has taken over the one she worked for seems … odd. They’ve been asking some really weird — and probably not totally legal — questions as they interview the acquired employees. And the benefits aren’t as good as what she had. Wouldn’t it be grand if she also lost her job? We could become a welfare family, get some pit bulls and deal meth out of our kids’ bedrooms. Wooo-eeee. That’s some Okie livin’, folks.
I had to take some of my part-time job work home with me yesterday. I spent four hours working on a newsletter. My eyes were burning and my head was throbbing before I closed the file. The “extra” money I made working at home will be deducted from my whopping unemployment check (that’s “pogey” to you Canadians), so I won’t actually see any additional money for my efforts. How much did I make for working at home for four hours? Let’s just say I have a friend who does Web design from home and her hourly rate is the same as what I earned in those four hours.
As you may have guessed from my brimming optimism, I haven’t heard squat back about the PR job I interviewed for last Friday. The one high school journalism teaching job I’d found posted has been filled, so there’s nothing good on that front, either.
And there sure isn’t any good news to report on the fiction writing.
But, not to end on a down note, here are a couple of movie reviews. Last weekend we watched two bootleg DVDs I picked up at Horrorfind. These are both flicks I hadn’t seen since the 1980s, but had fond memories of watching them the first time around. The first was Rawhead Rex, based on a story by Clive Barker, who also wrote the screenplay. It didn’t hold up. I remember it being pretty cheesey, but fun. Well, it was cheesey, but not so much fun. Even the baptism scene wasn’t what I remembered; I guess I was remembering it the way I pictured it when I read the story. The monster mask was even worse than I remembered, and the rest of the monster outfit looked like something Blackie Lawless might have worn on stage at some point.
The other was The Dark Night of the Scarecrow and it held up quite well. It was made for TV in 1981 and is a pretty quiet little horror movie about four rednecks who kill a retarded man they suspect of assaulting a little girl. Bubba is dead, but is he really gone? It was fun to watch again, and I found I remembered a lot more of it than I expected to. The screenplay to this one was written by Frank DeFelitta, author of The Entity, so it wasn’t surprising it held up so well over the years. No CGI at all. No gore. Really, no special effects of any kind. Just a good story well told and filmed on a small budget. Too bad Hollywood can’t learn from that and quit churning out CGI-filled crap remakes like The Fog. (No, I haven’t seen it and have no intention of seeing it.)