- May 14, 2001
- Real Name
Sunday was gloomy, rainy and cold; perfect for a classic horror movie. I had been washing and folding clothes all day and was ready for a break. My wife had gone food shopping and was determined to watch a chick flick (her words) in the theater. The bedroom system is just standard def but works for aux purposes. Standing in front of the DVD racks, I was having a hard time making a choice when I looked down to the VHS section. Still have about 30, mostly old horror and a Christopher Lee movie seemed to glide towards my hand. My wife saw the tape and asked "what are you doing with THAT?" When I said I was going to watch it, she tried not to laugh. I marched upstairs, got my root beer and Cheezits, turned off the lights and popped the tape in. I was thinking "I can't believe I didn't just grab a DVD" until the Hammer title screen came up. Suddenly I was 15 again, engaged in my favorite weekend activity. Tinny sound, low-res picture and all, it was great! I didn't get to watch the full feature since we had another movie planned for the evening, but the great thing about VCR's is when you turn 'em off they stay right where you left the movie. I might have to finish tonight!