That title has nothing to do with anything, by the way.
SO, first and foremost: WHO IS WATCHING AMERICAN HORROR STORY?
Oh, it is sort of dominating my week. Every season I find at least one show that I MUST WATCH LIVE (instead of DVR’d, as we do most shows), and this is it this season. Granted, I am a LOVER OF ALL THINGS HORROR, but this show plays to me in all sorts of ways. Lemme splain:
1. Lots of redheads.
2. Much naked Dylan McDermott, who is holding up quite well in his age, if I do say so.
3. JESSICA FREAKIN’ LANGE, who is just .. wow. Like, really, WOW.
I saw Jessica Lange in a (really horrible) movie called Hush where she played Gwyneth Paltrow’s seriously insane mother-in-law and she really, really disturbed me with how off-the-rocker she can be while still being deadly gorgeous. She has a creep factor of, say, ELEVEN all the while still looking like a beauty queen.
NOW: I will say that a) I’m a bit tired of ole hotty nakey Dylan being played as SUCH a douche. I know we need to demonize him a little to move the plot along, but does his doucheyness know no bounds? and b) Ryan Murphy is CLEARLY borrowing from other classic horror films. Last night could not have been more “borrowed” from The Strangers. And there’s the very obvious Rosemary’s Baby plotline too. And all of it screams of The Others.
Also, I have many theories on the subtext plotline on this. Who are the ghosts? What’s with the babies in jars? If you’re going to have a Bad Girl Closet in your house, wouldn’t you soundproof it?
Sort of Related, but Not Quite: AMC’s The Walking Dead begins its second season on Sunday. There is much drama with this, since the entire writing staff from the first season was fired. No telling how the second season will stand knowing all of this. But that’s another one THAT MUST BE WATCHED LIVE.
On to lighter things.
I didn’t do a lot of cooking this week as I was bombarded by doldrums, but I did make this last night.
A box of lemon cake with a 20oz bottle of Diet 7UP, cooked at 350 for 30-45 minutes. Top with a tub of Lite Cool Whip. I thought it wasn’t bad, but the boys weren’t fans. Which, you know, have your opinions and all that’s fine, but when y’all don’t cook a DAMN THING, shut your mouth and be happy someone LOVES YOU ENOUGH to cook for you!
I know that sounds a bit harsh, because it is. The boys would be perfectly content to drive-thru for every meal for the rest of their lives, but I work HARD to make sure there is real, homecooked meals on the table at dinner. Do you know what a pain in the ass it is to come home from work and then start a NEW task? BUT I COOK BECAUSE I LOVE.
(Also, thanks to Bryan for taking us out to dinner last night when I didn’t want to cook.)
Unrelated: I got a tetanus shot on Tuesday and I feel like I should cut off my arm, like it’s rotting from the inside out.
Last night, we took a trip to our local Halloween mecca and walked the wall of costumes to figure out what everyone wants to be.
Tony has been pretty consistent for the last month or so that he wants to be Batman for Halloween, but Jack has been undecided. Jack’s also at that age where we don’t know if it’s still cool to dress up. Due to custody arrangements, we often don’t get him on Halloween at all, so we’re not involved in all that. But he does remember how INCREDIBLY AWESOME we did him the last Halloween we shared with him:
Anyway, last night he settled on a Zombie Ninja, which is like chocolate and peanut butter in my book. But Bryan and I don’t really do Halloween anymore, so we “didn’t decide” on anything. This is driving Tony BONKERS.
This morning, he AGAIN tried to get me to commit to a costume. “I still don’t know what DaDa’s gonna be,” he lamented. “I wish he be Robin so I can be Batman.” And my heart melted because, AWWWW, how cute, you know? “And Momma! I know what YOU can be!” And I was so excited because he knows that Catwoman is one of my all-time favorite characters in anything (Halle Berry notwithstanding). “Momma, you can be the Batmobile!”
Relegated to a car.