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I rented the Boogey-Man a few nights ago. No, I was not looking for company or planning a party. It was the movie I rented and after watching it I was quite pleased. I enjoyed the idea of suspense rather than gore. I also enjoyed the visual effects. There was however, one matter in which I took offense to. The boy who became a man and said the word “naughty”. I have never heard someone say the word “naughty” so un-sexy before. I felt like an enraged postal-worker. Over all, I was having a little problem understanding why the boogey-man spent all his time haunting this guy rather than children. I know children these days are learning a wide variety of four letter words, perhaps this is a trigger for the boogey-man and he no longer cares for that ‘type’ of child. Either way, I think the Boogey-man has some serious issues. They most likely stem from family of origin but who am I to judge? Another thing that triggered my own intellect is where did the boogey-man originate? Is he generations and generations of kids who grew up that were picked on in grade school and now try to scare the strawberry shortcake out of other kids so that they themselves never become mean? Or is it the serious but hushed issue of sexual abuse? I realize that this can be a dangerous issue to bring up but the idea of the boogey-man is very serious as well. Since when did cloaked men come in the night into children’s bedrooms from their closet or under their bed of all places to scare them? I ask you to contemplate this with care for a moment. *moment passes* The idea is very disturbing. Is this not the profile of a predator who keeps their identity secret from their victims? For years the idea of the boogey-man amused me. Okay, probably some guy under witness-protection from other fantasy monsters. But to realize that the boogey-man has always been a man, never a woman, has always ‘watched’ and has always ‘brought’ that ‘evil’ presence. If my child said they saw the boogey-man, I would be very much alarmed as I would never raise them with that idea. I would of course ask, “honey, are you sure it wasn’t just Frank?” Speaking of Frank, does the boogey-man not have a real name? Does he have an accent? Does he do dream interpretation? Or maybe interpretive dance? After all, if we know so much about him I am sure he must have a way of communication. Does he use crayons on walls to send messages? I am sure after hiding out in closets after all these years he probably knows a lot of good bedtime stories. Stories with unicorns and elves and things that are pink. Or does he just have self-esteem issues? If he wanted to just talk, I could totally do that. I am sure that he would be an interesting individual to have a conversation with. Which brings me to one other question, is he bi-lingual? Or is there more than one and they all take different shifts? To dig deep into my own childhood, I never experienced the boogey-man. There was some weirdo guy who walked around my house late at night only at full moons, but that was Frank, the guy who haunted the house not the boogey-man. I am quite positive that if Mr. Boogey-man did in fact try to scare me, Frank there would’ve given him a good one-two one-two. I was however a little startled the other night when I heard a strange noise coming from my closet, “What was that?” I said aloud, “I don’t know” the monster under my bed said. I had later concluded that whatever it was must have been having a field day trying on my clothes as I found a plum shirt thrown carelessly over a box. I hope Frank gets back from holidays soon, my shirt is stretched out of shape. |
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Here's the list: Pirate Fairy (evil, good, whatever) god/godess Charlies Angels witch (i.e. Sanderson sister, Hocus Pocus) Some International Man of Mystery James Bond Girl Norton AntiVirus (knew a guy who did that one) Edward Norton (what? I know, Just the thought of Norton brought that last one up) The Cookie Monster (yes!!!!) The Boogie-Man Arbitrary Scary guy Arbitrary annoying fuzzy person Adams Family (friends could go as Pugsley and Wednesday haha, it would be hard for 'thing') Cultured> like ninja, samurai, samurai pizza cats (you know you remember), belly dancer, arbitrary French Guy, Arbitrary Englishman Speaking of Englishman, I would pay to se someone pull off 'the jackal' Haha, better yet the whole OAS team Scooby Doo and the team Schrodinger's cat Giant Croissant (yes!) A hardcore outdoorsperson (w/ the hat, glasses, suit, pack, shoes, you get it) A Final Fantasy Character Mog! A classic bad guy (james bond bad guy like jaws, trevalyan, or the shark haha) (other bad guy like from the musketeer, Febre) (spiderman bad guy) Superhero HeroSandwich Vancouverite hehehe You dress in a suit or whatever and have someone follow you around with a headset, and suit and dark glasses Hannibal Those scary people who do the interviewing as the 'panel' for jobs A giant Crayon Goblin/Gargoyle Masquerade Cowboy Knight/Guinevere Alter Ego Ghost Prof sports/athlete Professor (suit, glasses, tweed, suede loafers, you know...) Scarecrow Clown Mummy Lycan Vampyre Soda Pop Can (wh??? use a barrel) Crash Test Dummy (lol) Mother Nature Lego Block You get the idea. Hope this helps.... |
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I did my routine grocery shop today and behold: pink cookies. Yes that's right, PINK Cookies. I bought them. They were good. Whoever thought up pink cookies wins major points. Purple cookies are super fun too. But it's just not the same. And this is a bit odd for me because overall pink isn't really my colour. Yet whenever I see something with pink icing on it, it looks ten times better. Pink cookies, pink cupcakes, pink cake, pink chocolate chips, pink ice cream. It really is mesmorising. I never really realized just how much I love pink cookies until today. And now I think I might just run down to the bakery around the corner and pick up some of that pink cake. Mmmm.... Not to mention it's all so amazing, it's curious really. What flavor will it be? Raspberry? Strawberry? Both? Saskatoon Berry? Banana Strawberry? Berry Swirl? Passion Berry? Chuck Berry? The options never end! Here's to hope that your love of the pink cookie grows as strong as the coffee bean... |