So cute!
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Pea soup aside, much of it is an incredibly beautifully filmed movie. My BF had it on for while - to the point when Reagan goes to the hospital - and I eventually thought, âWell, it is Devilâs Night.â
Kindly allow me to hip anyone who isnât -
Devilâs Night, Oct 30th, has also been known as Mischief Night or Prank Night in some parts of the US. Devilâs Night in Detroit, esp during the 70s, was once a night of supremely nasty devilry. Arson was a huge problem, with abandoned homes & buildings set ablaze all over town. I donât know whether kids out in the burbs are still TPing their neighbors, egging people and objects, soaping car windows and windshields, etc or not.
It was decided that This Must Not Stand! by the late 80s IIRC, and patrols went out, both police and sort-of deputized Neighborhood Watch, etc civilians, cruising neighborhoods & communicating w/public safety whenever needed. Arson on Devilâs Night dwindled, and it eventually entirely disappeared.
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Strange things happened at the Jamaican villa we rented, Sâ Sââ in Mââ Bâ, but neither the housekeeper/cook nor the gardener who worked there had ever felt or experienced the sort of things we did.
The owner had recently died.
Iâd just finished dressing after taking an afternoon shower. I opened the bathroom door, and on the hallway wall was a multitude of shadows. It was as if many partygoersâ shadows were going back and forth between my room and the living room. Some carried drinks and/or cigarettes. A dog or cat shadow occasionally passed. It was the hottest part of the day, when the Sun beats down on the front of the house, so the bathroom window shutters were closed, and I had turned off the bathroom light. My room, at the right-hand end of the hall, was dark - with no lights on and the shutters closed - and no lights were on in the living room to the left. The front door was closed, as were the living room shutters. The French doors all stood open to the veranda, but given their position, I canât see how they wouldâve had any influence. I wasnât exactly in pitch darkness, yet no source of light for casting these shadows was evident. They suddenly disappeared, although the lighting had not changed.
I walked into the kitchen late one morning, and the cold water was turned on full blast. Mom and her then-honey Falk were out on the veranda in back, and the housekeeper was also elsewhere. It had been 20 minutes or so since anyone had visited the kitchen.
Mom and Falk and I were playing cards in the living room one evening, and we needed munchies. I went to the kitchen but found I couldnât open the swinging door. It hadnât been more than half an hour since one of us had been in and out of there, without a problem. We went out the back, walked around to the front door, and found the fridge had been moved a foot and a half, blocking the door. It took all three of us to move it, a noisy, scrape-y operation which took some few minutes. Weâd heard nothing; the noise we made moving it was much louder than the tape player. The housekeeper and gardener had gone home/to bed hours before, and BB the Ever Vigilant Goddess Dog hadnât barked. It seemed most unlikely that someone had walked in the front door and done that.
One evening the three of us were playing cards in the living room with two friends. Weâd been playing long enough that Iâd had to change the music at least twice, so it had been two or more hours. We sat at the long dining table, and I was one chair away from our young friend Jason. The âgrown-upsâ were parked on the other side, but Jason and I were kinda squished - our side of the table was close to the French doors which open onto the veranda.
I was staring at my pathetic hand, vainly hoping it would become something useful. I was suddenly tapped hard on the shoulder with something very cold. I yelled as I jumped up, then laughed aloud, banging my chair into the French doors. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, my spine froze, and my blood became ice water. I learned these things are not clichĂ©s! Shaking, I asked Jason whether heâd tapped me on the shoulder; in genuine shock, he denied it. Everyone had jumped when I yelled and jumped up out of my chair, especially Jason. All of Jasonâs actions had been clearly visible to everyone, and they insisted he had made no move. There was plainly no room for someone to stand behind my chair, the French doors woulda bumped me had they been opened, and BB would have barked. Jason was almost as horrified as I when I explained what had happened.
I began laughing again once I quit shaking.
Mom tried buying the villa. Too bad it didnât happen, since we obviously so amused the former owner.
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This is something I posted two halloweens ago, but I want to bring it forward for the new people. If you like Coast-To-Coast AM, you might like this.
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Also posted to the other place. Halloween decorations.
Neighborhood kids call it the Spider House . Because the kids have a tendency to walk all over the lawn and knock stuff over we installed a pair of skeletons taking a selfie (twofie?) so they have a designated photo spot.
Sorry for the crap quality. My phone camera is a cucumber.
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Iâve slowly come round to appreciating Friedkinâs documentary approach to the material. (I recently re-saw The Entity which purports to be fact-based but doesnât have nearly as much realism as The Exorcist.) But Iâm still somewhat put off the film, due to portions of the audience as much as the film itself. So many enthuse about it being a meaningful statement on faith, when I think itâs really just a gussied up exploitation movie about the torture of a young girl. Itâs no wonder von Sydow disapproved of the film considering the considerably subtler works heâd done with Bergman.
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My BF and I went to see friendsâ great bands perform on Fri, Oct 28th, 2022. We were headed home on Woodward Ave, one of Detroitâs main drags, and weâd come to the large, heavily wooded, unlit park thatâs part of Palmer Woods, just north of Highland Park.
A pair of misty, foggy, cloudlike plumes, seemingly without source, were emitted across the sidewalk and crept toward the right lane. There was no fog in the park, just what we saw! We both saw this and were quite surprised - neither of us had ever seen such a thing!
I said that fog had been mentioned by the weatherman, but my honey scoffed, immediately insisting, âThat wasnât any damn fog! They Were GHOSTS!â
Sat the 29th, we went to see old friends play at a big backyard party. Theyâre called The 3-D Invisibles, and they play great surf-y songs about monsters and spooks from horror & sci fi film and literature. I naturally told all of them them about our experience the previous night, and they were suitably surprised, and amused by my BFâs response. 
Not long after their first set, we then headed to a bar across town to see more old friends play. That was another great show.
We were heading home, driving along McNichols (Six Mile Rd), passing by one of the many ambiently lit empty lots, when a pair of misty, foggy, cloudlike plumes, seemingly without source, were emitted across the sidewalk and crept toward the right lane!!! This time I opened my window, and when I looked into the empty lot, there was no fog in it - there was no way to figure out whence these ghosts had come, either!!!
Many months later, I told these stories to some friends whoâd just finished playing a great set at a nearby now late, lamented gallery/shop/music venue called Armageddon Beach Party. We went home via the street E of ours. The night was clear, and there was no fog anywhere. We hadnât quite gone half a block S, when a misty, foggy, cloudlike plume, seemingly without source, was emitted across the lawn, and reached our car. We gawked at it, and my BF sped up to get away from it!
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All those purples and blues remind me of Scooby-Doo backgrounds.
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I got a couple of bags of candy and spider rings for my classes today! I will lecture on scary American foreign policy at the very start of the Cold War, specifically, the very scary actions of the CIA in the 1950s and early 60s!!!
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I have no real Halloweâen spirit this year. But Iâm happy for those who do - like this couple!
Look for the kid in the GW outfit!
Addendum:
âŠwhom you can see in the thumbnail, partially cut off by the right side of the frame. but heâs short, so in that pic he can be mistaken for Estelle Getty.
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Tis the night. Iâm all set up with a gin and tonic double and plenty of treats. Spouse is off marauding with the little Kitty
Got my bug spray on and the heat broke a bit. A quite pleasant 79* with a slight breeze.
Mosquitos cannot touch me!
*Central Texas. Iâm sincerely glad it isnât still 90
Edit: apparently I need more bug spray. I hate the mozzies
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My neighbors set up a fortune telling table and did fake readings for the kids.
âI can see your future!â
- oh yeah whats gonna happen in my future?
âYoure going to get candy!â
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