Molly and I spent her first Halloween struggling through the HUGE pile of Johnny Depp movies Penny has somehow acquired. We chose Secret Window which is not really mentionable except that it appears to be a pretty normal kinda cliche movie UNTIL you get to the end which is also cliche but only in the way that if you've read a lot of Palahniuk or Philip K Dick or maybe even Koontz you would find it cliche. The non-readers would find it, I suppose, an insanely good ending, that they never saw coming...(God I'm pretentious sometimes)...however, the one part toward the end that I did like although it was CRAZY contrived...there's a guy throughout the movie called "Shooter" but at the end, carved into the walls is "Shoot Her" which I SHOULD have caught but didn't and was like wooooooow that's pretty cool.

BUT the part that was most enjoyable by Molly and myself...was that Johnny Depp, a hermit writer, spends the majority of his time, staring at his computer screen, re reading sentences his written aloud, then there's an overdub of his "editor" voice saying "that's just bad writing. that's all it is"...taking naps in the middle of the day, and talking to his dog as if he's a person.

Molly and I found this to be quite...applicable to our own days and ways.

There weren't many kids around last night, I don't know why, I suppose the apartments drive them to the suburbs, residential areas, which is weird to me. As a teen driving to St. Catharines or Toronto and wandering the streets on Halloween was...the best.

I'm going to go to do some rather boring work now I think. Sigh. My existence is becoming spreadsheets and expensive medical equipment.