MY BALLS! They have descended!
After all of my hooting and hollering about that icky, scary movie, I decided that I needed to stop being a wuss about rewatching it. So, with a huddle of old friends and new, a horde of stuffed animals and a bottle of sake I entered the realm of terror that I’d built up in my mind. You know what? It was not that scary. We didn’t even watch the whole movie, really. I sort of checked out with a hearty “meh” when the closet door was flung open and revealed the monster that had previously haunted my dreams. I was unaffected. I knew, in this moment, that I had become a man, and that watching the rest of the movie was going to be a spectacularly anticlimactic experience. (more…)