This weekend the younger boy and I are going to remove the big Soviet humbox window air conditioners from the three bedrooms. The summer was so mild this year, we didn’t even install the gigantic one in the living room. So, that’s a bonus. I hate dealing with that thing.
The bastard weighs roughly the same as a Buick Skylark, and is always full of rainwater when we remove it. So, one of the boys and I have to double-team it to the basement, and ice-cold water always cascades down the front of my pants and flash-freezes my wiener. I’m not a fan.
It’s already getting so cool at night here, I want to fire up the electric blanket before climbing atop the platform. But I keep forgetting to plug it in, so it’s bracingly cold sheets for the first couple of minutes. Then it slooooooowly becomes warm, thanks to my heat-generating heft. It’s not unpleasant, but I’m craving the pre-warmed bed. Ya know?
A couple of years ago at work I mentioned we have an electric blanket, and some douchey douche told me it would make me sterile. I replied, “What a blow to humanity!” Which seemed to confuse, and possibly confound the gentleman.
Last week I told you guys I wanted to have a Facebook group in place, where I can chronicle the successes, failures, and frustrations of the writing of my second novel. Here it is. There’s not much to it yet, but I hope it’ll turn into something interesting and useful over time. And I don’t want it to be just about my new book, I’d like to talk about writing and indie publishing, in general, there.
If you’re interested in those subjects, please join the group. If not, it’s cool. I’m not anticipating a giant response. I just need a place where I can exorcise all that info and energy, without boring the people who don’t give a crap, at the main site.
If you’re working on something creative, or planning to, please join us and keep everyone up to date. It’ll be a support network. Or if you just want to watch me have a mental breakdown, that’ll be another benefit.
I was emailing with a friend this morning, about the old NightFlight program on USA. That show was impossibly great. It was a mishmash of cult movies, standup comedy, ancient educational films about sex and hygiene, bizarre animation, etc., and was broadcast all night long on Fridays and Saturdays.
There was a regular feature called New Wave Theater, which scared the shit out of me. It was hosted by a strange dude who gave me the creeps, and featured hyper-aggressive hardcore punk bands. I liked that kind of music, but there was something about the program, something seedy and dangerous, which made a young Jeff Kay more than a bit uneasy.
Check it out here. And imagine a Jiffy-Pop haired youngster in 1982 West Virginia, years before the internet turned the whole world jaded, watching that weirdness. The host, Peter Ivers, REALLY freaked me out. I don’t know why. But even now, while watching his opening monologue in the linked video, I feel kinda weird. He was later discovered bludgeoned to death in his apartment, which didn’t surprise me whatsoever. That dude was living in a dark, dark world.
When I think of stuff I’ve seen on TV that freaked me out, New Wave Theater always jumps to mind. Also a movie on HBO called Stranger in the House. It was originally released under the title Black Christmas, but I knew it by its alternative title. And it scared me more than just about any movie, ever. I’ve seen it several times since, and don’t really understand this. It’s good, though. It’s a good film, very creepy.
Also, when I was very young… an episode of Mannix scared me badly. He was under the influence of LSD or somesuch, and all sorts of weirdness was going on. I was probably about eight, and can still remember how frightened I was. It both scared and scarred me.
For a Question, I’d like to know what things you’ve seen on TV that truly frightened you. Do you have anything on this one? If so, please tell us about it in the comments.
And I’ll see you guys again on Monday.
Have a great weekend!