You know that old Who song “Squeeze Box” — Momma’s Got a Squeeze Box / Daddy Never Sleeps at Night? Pretty sure it would apply nearly* perfectly to me, if I had this contraption:
* why ‘nearly’? I kind of halfway suspect there might be some sexual connoting going on in those lyrics, that I don’t think would apply to me and this contraption. but who knows. or: Who** knows . . .
Which, really, reminds me of:
Which singing then reminds me of:
But if I don’t stop now, at three, I’ll soon find this rabbit-hole to be bottomless.
Also? I’ll try not to steal all his, even though we share the same span of years, and probably had the same Crüe patches on our jackets.
Also also? I should maybe say: I’ve only ever seen two movies at the theater for seven nights in a row. The first was Exorcist III. The second was Scream. So in those two years, I think I know what wins. The rest, though, I’m going to have to do some digging, some hard remembering, some throwadart guessing [ my oh-so-rigorous method: I went through, filled in my favorite movies in their years, then searched all the other year’s movies to fill in the rest. if that came up dry, I searched by horror movies. then animated movies. then indie movies. then the following year’s Academy Award nominess. that last search never came close to helping me. mostly it just made me instasad ].