As easy as it may be to let the ways of the wicked get under our skin, be reminded that in the end, the evil man has no future. Don’t hold a grudge. Let it go – and just watch God do His thing.(thedailyverse.com) 

Fret not yourself because of evildoers, and be not envious of the wicked, for the evil man has no future; the lamp of the wicked will be put out. Proverbs 24:19,20

Power Thoughts 

1. “Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.” ~ Helen Keller
2. “The ratio of We’s to I’s is the best indicator of the development of a team. ” ~ Lewis B. Ergen
3. “None of us is as smart as all of us. ” ~ Ken Blanchard

I am about to watch the very critically acclamied horror/thriller Paranormal Activity by myself, here in my dark room!
There is very little that scares me, and I have more doubts about this film than eager, and if this film is as scary as the entire world seems to say…my expectations are very , very high.
-I´ll write a short review tomorrow!

I have said before, the only movie to ever really, really, REALLY scare me is The Grudge, and strangely enough, the American version, though the japanese original was equally terrifying.

-Just that sound alone is enough to traumatise anyone with nightmares for a year…

Dont forget to look behind your back… OMGZZXAAAHHH DONT LOOK BEHIND YOU !!!!!

Either way, when it comes to horrorfilms, you just gotta remember…it is only pictures on a screen, sounds from a speaker.
Nothing more, nothing less, than not real.
I feel I have pretty much overcome my fear of the dark and such, that used to traumatise me when I was younger, and so easily scared.
I actually went into my livingroom in the night, pitchblack and so silent I could only hear myself breathe…I was thinking long and hard in my mind…GHOSTS…DEMONS…Show yourselves…show yourselves…
Though I couldnt see shit around me I had my eyes wide open and was looking all around me.
-But nothing happened, not shit.
From that moment, I was no longer scared.

You just have to understand, reason and conclude just how far reality goes, whether it be horrofilms with ghosts and demons or even pure religion.
Does God exist? You can stand in a room and cry out for God as much as you wont…shit wont happen.
I can guarantee you that!

- Though this painting is nothing short of amazing, being the art lover as I am

However, reality can sometimes be ever so much worse than any movie.
Ever had the thought of dying all alone?
No family, no love, no money, home, no nothing?
One of my fears is being alone, having noone…ever!

Because let’s face it, things do under no circumstances stay the same for all eternity, the world is in constant motion and maybe in a few years ones family could be all gone; parents dead and siblings moved far away…
What if all youve got is yourself and no one to love or live for?
Nobody wants you and there is no chance for you to start your own family and pass on your legacy.

Imagine youself at 80 years old lying on your deathbed…think through your whole life…all that you have done…but you have been all alone…and you are still alone, you are the last in your bloodline…and then suddenly it all ends, your life is gone and so every trace of your existence.

To me that is true horror.

This grudge of time is ratio only
As I want some other time to be
Present and the little minutes of ‘happier,’ or just
“not right now,” filtering through my
Spindley little fingers, just as if to say ‘they’re mine.’

Gradient from wall to vision, cannot shorten,
Replay or lengthen. The sum component of existing,
Is that we must exist at all, and if
Not existing we
accomplished nothing since
The fall.

“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I was just playing with ya; you know that, right?”
“I’m sorry, I was wrong when I did that.”

The motive. Somehow it changes everything. From a forgotten detail, to a borderline insult of character, to a practical joke that is taken too far. If the motive wasn’t malicious, it makes a difference.

Or even a simple, sincere apology will quench the fire. Just knowing the crime was an accident or is regrettably acknowledged; it helps. Forgiveness is much easier when it happens sooner rather than later.

But when the damage was indeed intentional, we immediately go into defense mode, or at least struggle to hold back. Our DNA code is imprinted with the phrase “an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth”. Revenge is the natural response. Retaliation is easier than healthy communication.

There are many times the offender did mean something by it, they did do it on purpose, and they weren’t just playing around. Then it becomes an issue of both parties trying to prove to each other than the other really is the one who is morally wrong and/or more incompetent.

And that sparks the “who’s better?” contest. A competition that leads to grudges, insults, hurt feelings, arguments, fights, and as the course of history has proven, even war.

Being humble sometimes means being humiliated. That’s why it’s so hard to be wronged.

Can Christians support the Death Penalty? 

Recently the man who was nicknamed the “D. C. Sniper” was put to death by lethal injection.  During a three-week killing spree in 2002, this man took the lives of 10 people.  In our local area, Brian Dugan recently received a death sentence for killing a little girl in 1983.  He also murdered a seven-year-old girl and a young woman, along with having a record of burglary, assault and rape. Prosecutors stated that with the required appeals, it could be eight years or more before he is executed.  And since former Governor Ryan imposed a moratorium on executions in 2000, he may never be executed. 

With these two cases in the news, it brought up the issue of whether we, as Christians, should support the death penalty.  As always, you can join this discussion by leaving your comments.  But you will also have a chance to vote in our poll by clicking on your answer at the bottom of this post.

There are several verses that come to mind which fall on the side of not supporting the death penalty: 

“You all have heard that it has been said, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.” (Matthew 5:38) 

“. . . but I say ‘don’t resist an evil person!  If you are slapped on the right cheek, turn the other, too!  Love your enemies.”    (Matthew 5:39, 44)  *

“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” (Luke 23:24)

“Judge not, that you be not judged.”  (Matthew 7:1) *

“Do not judge, and you will not be judged; and do not condemn, and you will not be condemned; pardon, and you will be pardoned.  (Luke 6:37)

 “Dear friends, never avenge yourselves.  Leave that to God.  For it is written, ‘I will take vengeance; I will repay those who deserve it,’ says the Lord.”  (Rom. 12:19) and “Never seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone, but love your neighbor as yourself.” (Leviticus: 19:18)   * 

But if you read one verse further in Leviticus (19:19), it says, “You must obey all my laws.”  God instructs us in Romans 13:1 and 4 to “obey the government, for God is the one who put it there.  All governments have been placed in power by God.  So those who refuse to obey the laws of the land are refusing to obey God, and punishment will follow. But if you are doing something wrong, of course you should be afraid, for you will be punished.”  And according to Genesis 9:6, “whoever sheds man’s blood by man his blood shall be shed, for in the image of God, He made man.”  (My study Bible points out that there are times we should not obey the government, such as when a law “clearly requires us to violate the moral standards revealed by God.”)  And just a thought regarding the verses marked with an “*”. . . were they intended to only apply to our personal relationships?

So there appears to be scriptural support for both sides.  But now all of these questions come into play: 

Does the death penalty deter crime?  In some states that have the death penalty, crime has decreased, but this is not always the case.  In a post by Kerby Anderson, president of Probe Ministries International, he printed a quote from Hyman Barshay: 

          “The death penalty is a warning, just like a lighthouse throwing its beams out to sea. We hear about shipwrecks, but we do not hear about the ships the lighthouse guides safely on their way.  We do not have proof of the number of ships it saves, but we do not tear the lighthouse down[1]“

 What if it was a family member or close friend that was the victim?  What if it was a family member or close friend that was the criminal? 

What if the wrong person is convicted?  In the case of Brian Dugan, two other men were originally convicted of this crime and sentenced to death, only to have their sentence overturned.

(Pastor Bill notes: “Well, there is no more famous case of an innocent person’s being condemned to death than when God’s own Son, Jesus Christ, endured an unjust trial on trumped-up charges, suffered, and died on a wooden cross. Yet God did not intervene. What if we had intervened and the Son of God had not been crucified? Where would salvation be?”)

Could you be on a jury charged with determining whether someone should be sentenced to death? 

God seems to require us to obey the laws of the land, of which capital punishment might be one, depending on where you live.  But we also know that God showed mercy to people in the Bible who had committed crimes.  (David being the first one to come to mind – sending Uriah to the battle front knowing that he would likely be killed, in order that David could marry his wife.) 

What do you think?  Add your comment to this discussion and vote in our poll:

After having read through some, not all, of my meandering thoughts I have to say “I’m ashamed”. Not, believe me! by the content, but rather by the shabby presentation of what is supposed tobe passing for my innermost thoughts. I don’t write very well, that I concede, but really! The sloppiness of hurried spelling is really not at all what I was aiming for. Well it’s done, and maybe read by now, so I can only wov to do a better job in the future. Maybe a bit more of the proof-reading I find so annoying. Yes yes, I have always prided myself in not going through what I’ve recently written claiming it would “cramp my style” in as much as I would want to go back and change most everything. But no more. I promise to be better in the future and go about things a bit more diligently.

Well this wasn’t at all what I’ve been pondering these last few days. My thougths have rather been preoccupied with grudge, or maybe “The Grudge”. Ican see now how I still don’t really get to lay the blame on those on whom blame can, and maybe should be laid. I mean, sure I had a mother that was unhappy/weak/did her best…whatever. Why can’t I just own up that I’m hurt? Deeply and in a way that has formed my whole way of being. And ofcourse I was deeply unhappy when the children at school teased me mercilessly while in class and rescess, only to be friendly after school when their pals weren’t around. And ofcourse it was a very poor consolation having to hear at home that “they’re just stupid, and you’re so much better than they are”. Or maybe the worst for a little girl…” well you know, to be pretty isn’t everything, you’re so clever”. Well here’s to finally doing it, and saying it. IT SUCKED!  And I blame my incapable mother and absent father. Yes I know that we all do our best according to our abilities. I’ve said it myself and I’ll say it again, but still….It wasn’t enough, I’m the victim here of somebody elses not being up to it all, and folks, IT SUCKED THEN, AND IT STILL DOES!

There, Ive said it at last, and I meant it. Sure I can still look at it all with empathy, but now, so many years too late I can also see that understanding isn’t everything. And forgiving is all very well as long as you acknowledge the fact of wrongdoing in the first place. Now, I can honestly say that I forgive, and even understand, but I will never again excuse the way I’ve done up until now.

It feels good!

Whom of us hasn’t been offended, or hasn’t offended someone? Seems like something we all deal with through life. Did you know that Jesus said “offenses must come”. Wow. Guess we better accept that fact.

A man told me the other day that he was offended by something a lifelong friend had said to him months ago. Maybe, for a moment, it is comforting to know that we all have this opportunity. I was reading the part in Matthew where Jesus talks about offense. I came across an interesting thing. The word offense can also be translated “enticement to sin.” Now, I thought that gave some freshness to its meaning. When someone offends me, I sure can see how I am enticed to sin. Sometimes it makes me feel like lashing out, and I may say something I regret later. Or I get really hurt, and start feeling mad or bitter or unkindness toward the person or group. I haven’t thought about it so much, but I guess mostly offense happens between people and groups of people (organizations maybe). Then we all know the next step, we start looking for someone to console us, someone who will understand why we are upset, and often, someone who will take up our side in the controversy. It has almost become a “right” for us; a right to be hurt, a right to be offended. “Oh, that was just wrong. You have a right to be upset at so-and-so for what they did to you.” Our consoling friend is just opening the door for us into, dare I say it, more sin.

Offense presents us with choices.

Sometimes we, one, decide that it just wasn’t a big enough deal to us to say anything, and we decide to move on. Done deal. No worries. Forgiven. Enticement to sin averted.

But sometimes, it just keeps eating at us, and we, two, need to talk it through with the person/group. Sometimes things get worse here before they get better. Hopefully, though,  it was a misunderstanding, or just a bad moment for the person, and they can explain and ask for our forgiveness (and often we need to ask for some ourselves) and we can move on. Forgiven. Sin conquered.

Then there comes the toughie. Three. There is offense and we try to talk to the person, and no matter how well we approach it, no matter how much we talk through it, the other person just can’t see our side of the offense and will not admit to any wrong, or ask for forgiveness. It all falls on our shoulders at that point. In this case, as is the one before, we probably have some of our own sin deal with and some of our own forgiveness to ask for. Yep, it happens to all of us. Even Jesus said it must come; offense must come.

Here is where the following parts of that passage comes in—we are warned not to be the one who causes offense. And we are told, in that famous cut off your hand, pluck out your eye set of verses, that when we find ourselves “enticed into sin”, to do whatever it takes to stop sinning.

So it looks to me like Jesus is giving us the answer to the third scenario, the toughie. He’s saying that we should work hard ourselves not to offend, and then we should do whatever we can to stop the offense, the enticement to sin, dead in its tracks and move on. Now, we know from other Scripture that the only way to move on is through forgiveness, honest-to-goodness forgiveness. And as inevitable as offense is, so is the situation where we have to forgive someone who is not asking for our forgiveness, and maybe even won’t even admit any wrong doing. But, sometimes, don’t we just have to “get over ourselves” and admit that maybe what we think happened didn’t really happen? Admitting that maybe, what we heard wasn’t true. Or maybe, in seeking consolation, we just made too much of it.

Offense can be a mess to clean up, but it is going to happen. For some reason in God’s design, it “must” happen. Our instructions are clear. Be very careful not to offend. But when offense happens, see it as an enticement to sin, and avert it. Do whatever we can to keep from sinning, yes, even to the point of self-sacrifice—maybe in the form of our egos.

References are to Matthew 18. 6-9 NKJV

I found this little chunk of bloggy goodness called Ten Tips for a Happier Life, and I suppose they make sense, but if you work in a corporate environment, none of them will ever be applicable to you.

1. Don’t worry. Worry is the least productive of all human activities and thoughts.

Worry. Worry that you’re going to lose your job. Worry that your project won’t get done on time because someone else didn’t bother to finish his or her part. Worry that you won’t see your kids tonight because your boss decided to drop three extra tasks on you at 5:30, and then he jetted off to see his mistress while you sat at your desk, trying to convince the cleaning people you really are supposed to be there this late.

2. Don’t let needless fears preoccupy your life. Most of things we fear never happen!!!

Well, I suppose this is true. I fear paper cuts; I’m careful not to get them. But how about contractors who don’t know if they’ll have a job when their contract is up? How about people on COBRA who can’t figure out how they’re going to pay the $1200 premium when the Obama “help you pay your COBRA” money runs out.

3. Don’t hold grudges. That is one of the biggest and most unnecessary weights we carry through our lives.

You kind of have to when you’re at the office. If you don’t, you’re going to get stomped on again and again as you try to be nice to the people who have wronged you.

4. Take on one problem at a time. It’s the only way to handle things anyway; one by one.

Good luck with that. If you’re not multitasking, your boss won’t think you’re doing enough work… but, worse, if you’re not multitasking, you’ll never finish everything you have on your plate.

5. Don’t take your problems to bed with you. They are bad and unhealthy companions for good natural sleep and rest.

Okay, (a), don’t sleep with people at work no matter how hot they are. And (b), you’re going to have work dreams. Yes, the place that sucks away your soul for nine or more hours a day is going to intrude on the six or seven hours of blissful sleep that you’re supposed to get all to yourself every night. Get used to it.

6. Don’t take on the problems of other people. They are better equipped to handle their own problems than you are.

No, they’re not. Your boss will likely saddle you with someone else’s tasks if that person isn’t getting them done, done right, or done on time. But you don’t want your boss having to do that because it reflects badly upon the entire department. So you take on the tasks of the least-capable person at work so no one gets in trouble.

7. Don’t live in the past. It will always be there in your memories to enjoy. But don’t cling to it. Concentrate on what is happening right now in your life and you will be happy in the present and not just the past.

Companies don’t look toward the future. They look at what they did in the past and try to change one tiny thing in hope that customers will think it’s new and totally awesome. If you try to come up with something new and ground-breaking, you’ll be shot down. Better to live in the past so you’re not disappointed.

8. Be a good listener. It is only when one listens that one gets and learns ideas different from ones own.

Don’t get friendly with anyone who has kids in the Girl Scouts, or you’ll be buying overpriced cookies for the rest of your tenure.

9. Do not let frustration ruin and rule your life. Self pity more than anything interferes with positive actions with moving forward in our lives.

Let me just laugh out loud for a moment. Work is frustration interspersed with tiny bits of satisfaction akin to a child being congratulated for eating broccoli instead of feeding it to the dog.

10. Count your blessings. Don’t even forget the smallest blessings. As many small blessings add up to large ones.

Okay, I can get behind this one. Be thankful you have a job, because so many people don’t. Be thankful you’re getting paid less than you deserve to do a job that sucks because it keeps a roof over your head and food in your refrigerator. Be thankful you have good enough credit to put your kids into private school even though it means you’ll be working until you’re 80 instead of 67 or whatever the mandatory retirement age is these days. Be thankful you get to spend ten hours in the office, two commuting, and two more finishing work at home so you can keep your crappy job.

Count your blessings.

I have read several articles about anger and how to manage it. It is usually about how to improve your mood, and make you feel better, usually involves listening to calm music or watching/reading comedy. I’m somewhat not in the best mood right now, and I’m actually worst off after considering those ideas.

What if I don’t want to feel better?

What if I’m OK with holding this grudge, for as long as possible?

Sometimes I’m afraid that if I let it go, everything would turn back to what it used to be.

I don’t want that. The damage is done, no matter what, the scar is there and it still hurts.

If everything goes back to normal, it would seem as if nothing happened.

The blood stain would be wiped off and everything would be clean and shiny again.

If that happens, I’m pretty sure that the same old scars would eventually be cut deeper.

Better to keep the grudge in and be consciously aware that the scars exist, so that every time we see each other, the scars remind us of our conflict.

…………………………………………

To me, when I feel a lot of anger, I feel this burning-like sensation in my chest. At times I hate it, however there are times that I need it.

It makes me reflect on my decisions, actions and it also reminds me of my objectives in life.

After all, I am only who I am right now, because of the grudges I piled up inside me since the day I lost my innocence.

at yourself.

Blessed  is he who has learned how to laugh at himself, for he shall never cease to be entertained. ~ John Bowell

In my last post, I mused about hatred a little bit… mostly talking about hatred of groups, collectives, establishments and ideologies. I think I can safely conclude that it makes little sense hating the individuals within them, as understandable as it might be in some cases. And as for the ideology or the establishment… well it would take a saintly effort to not hate something that is so opposed to your own values… like the example I presented in my feelings towards every kind of authoritarianism.

But I didn’t really touch on the more personal type of hatred that an individual may feel towards another who has wronged them in some way… like jilted ex-lovers, disgruntled employees and the family member of a victim of murder or rape… or someone who has been robbed, extorted or conned.

Yeah… its a really messy topic when you lower the scope to this level. As much as it is smaller in scale… that is it involves fewer people than a whole ideology or a whole institution… it is still nevertheless more intense emotionally. I’d say its because there is far more emotional investment in our interpersonal relationships than there is in our relationship with an idea or a collective. A corporation can’t love its employees and stakeholders back (even its fat-cat executives and shareholders)… Communism won’t reciprocate the love that its adherents feel towards it.

But our families… our friends, our partners and spouses… those are very real connections… and to have them severed abruptly is often a painful thing. Tension over time is also painful.

The employee who can’t respect his dim-witted boss will likely resent his boss for being higher up in the hierarchy when he is apparently less qualified for the position, and likewise, the boss might look upon this employee as a troublemaker and will look for any excuse to fire him. There’s an example of tension over time. Of course, there have been countless comedies written with protagonists very much like these two.

A guy in a romantic relationship will hurt badly if suddenly out of the blue his girlfriend wanted to break up with him… and it would salt that wound if he were to later realize that she hadn’t quite gotten over her ex before him. There’s both the abrupt severance of a relationship, followed by a lingering pain. Is it understandable for that guy to hate this girl for leading him on? Likely it is… but I’m not so sure.

The child who is constantly bullied in the schoolyard would likely hold a grudge against the bullies picking on him. But with the exception of a certain few with sociopathic tendencies anyway, many victims of bullying will likely get past the grudge… even if the pain still lingers years… even decades later. In my own experience, I cannot possibly hate the people who bullied me. When I was no longer being bullied in school I had the chance to figure out that it was their hang-up and not mine that was compelling their behaviour. And most of all… they didn’t know any better.

But these examples would definitely pale in comparison to the victims of violent crime. Those who are beaten and raped… the loved ones of those who were murdered. I thankfully haven’t had to go through this terrible situation, so I don’t feel right talking in depth about this… but I wonder if its even possible to not hate the murderer of your family member or friend, or the shithead who raped you (or your family member or friend).

I’d like to believe that we ought to try our best not to hate each other… but I’d be kidding myself if I were to say that there is no situation in which hatred isn’t justified. Of course you’re going to hate someone who has caused you serious harm… and of course you’re not going to want anything to do with them if you can help it.

I just went through the search engine terms used to find this blog again. Here are some gems:

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“monroe pose”

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Village of the damned house

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dunnottar castle and sightings of a boy

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Moving on…

We have painted the bathroom. Actually ‘we’ might be stretching it a little. Mostly wifey painted the bathroom. When we moved in to this house some three years ago, the colours were eye-boggling. The previous owner, an elderly lady who was quite nice, but also quite clearly barking mad, had her son decorate her house. We entered to find the dining room papered with that thick, textured wallpaper and subsequently painted shocking pink. The living room was ORANGE. Not orange, you understand. Picture a big man with a loud voice standing right in front of you and screaming ORANGE! That kind of colour. The kitchen was a dark green. Sort of ‘British Racing Green’. And the bathroom was the sort of aquamarine that pulls your eyes out of their sockets, pounds them with a baseball bat and then pushes them back in.

So when we moved in we painted. We had a very limited budget and very limited time. So perhaps it wasn’t the best paint job in the world (ooh that sounds rude) but it was adequate. The colour we chose for the bathroom was a gentler, calm blue/green.

On the sticker on the tin, anyway.

When we slapped it all over the bathroom and left it to dry?

Same colour as the frightening shade already on there. You see the bathroom’s cursed. And so it’s been bile-risingly, eye-assaultingly AQUAMARINE! for three years. Wifey, being pregnant, has begun to nest. And part of said nesting involves redecorating the bathroom. We selected a nice sage green colour. We bought undercoat. Wecleaned the walls, covered the current horror with white and then… well unfortunately I had something I couldn’t get out of and would be away from the village, so wifey has pretty much done the rest. Since I’m pretty damn allergic to wet gloss paint, I wouldn’t be able to be there for that anyway.

But at the same time, I felt it was time to tighten the back of the toilet seat (It’d come loose and was slipping around a little.) So I got my pliers, put them round the nut on the seat’s bolt, turned gently and…

The entire metal assembly crumbled into a thousand fragments of rusty metal.

So… New toilet seat please honey.

And last night, I had to go find the toilet paper (which is in the guest bedroom at the moment) and walked, shin & knee first, into a bathroom cabinet. I already had two partially-healed cuts on my knee. And last night I inserted a cabinet into one of them. I might have said something like “Oh fudge darling, I appear to have damaged my knee again.” Something like that anyway. Similar. Ok, I went:

“Fuck! Fuckitty, fuckitty, fucking fuck with a fucking side order of fuck! Shitting ow! Arsing bastard cabinet bit my fucking knee!”

This morning I am limping even more.

Oh and over the weekend, I bought ‘The Grudge’ because I’ve wanted to see it for ages. And I managed to watch about 45 minutes on Saturday before exhaustion took me away to fairyland. And all I can say is WTF? It’s the most confusing film I’ve ever tried to watch. I’ll try again this week, but it makes Memento simple. It’s like the director made a film and then cut it into 5 minute sections, shuffled them, and then glued them back together. It’s like a “Rubik’s Movie”.

And last night I made dinner for wifey and I. Mince, garlic and onion on a baked potato with grated Red Leicester cheese. And wifey looked upon the baked potato and saw that it was good. And she devoured it with great haste. But horrors! Half way through she discovered she had eaten all the grated cheese and still had half her dinner left. So she ran into the kitchen and retrieved cheese and grater and commenced grating until she’d replenished the lost cheese. And then she ate the rest of her potato.

And then she grated herself a plate of cheese and ate it.

And again.

And then I took the plate away before her pregnancy craving for cheese overwhelmed her. She’d eaten enough cheese to build a new cow from! Even then she kept eyeing the plate and the cheese wistfully.

And lying in bed at the end of the night the perils of eating your own body weight in cheese became apparent. Wifey did not sleep easy. But cheesy, on the other hand…

OT: The grudge 3
Land: Bulgarien, USA
Jahr: 2009
FSK: ohne Jugendfreigabe
Regie:Toby Wilkins
Darsteller: Matthew Knight, Shawnee Smith, Mike Straub, Aiko Horiuchi, Shimba Tsuchiya, …
Laufzeit: 86:34 min.

Inhalt:
Im neuesten Teil der Horrorreihe “The Grudge” sind die ruhelosen Geister in ein chicagoer Miethaus “umgezogen”. Der Vater hatte, besessen von einem Geist, seine Frau und seinen Sohn getötet und anschließend Selbstmord begangen, nun treiben die drei ihrerseits als Geister ihr Unwesen und töten einen Mieter nach dem anderen. Der junge Hausmeister, der zusammen mit seinen beiden Schwestern ebenfalls in dem Mietshaus wohnt, bekommt zusehends Probleme… Um den Horror zu beenden, reist eine junge Japanerin nach Amerika, um dort den Fluch für immer zu beenden.


Eindrücke:
Die alte Idee in einem etwas neuen Gewand. Es gibt ein paar ganz gute Schockmomente, allerdings fand ich – wie aber auch bereits in den anderen Teilen – die Geister zu überzogen gezeichnet mit ihrer schneeweißen Haut, die eher überschminkt als gruselig wirkt. Im großen und ganzen zieht die Masche aber immer noch ganz gut.
Die Story an sich fand ich allerdings etwas lasch, mit wenig Biss, teilweise etwas an den Haaren herbeigezogen.
Gute Splattermomente gab es auch höchstens zwei, alles andere passiert etwas schnell und schmerzlos für meinen Geschmack.
Mittelmäßiger Gespenstergrusel aber dafür, dass es bereits die dritte Fortsetzung ist, kann man es schon mal anschauen, ist aber nicht wirklich ein Film, der einem im Gedächtnis bleiben wird.


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… While you’re carrying the grudge the other guy’s out dancing. ~ BUDDY HACKETT

Is it really that easy?

Now I have a limping gait that looks really awkward as I take the stairs. And to sound a bit pampered, I must say I suffered a minor major minor scratch on my left arm that would render me a shrieking sissy if pinched…

…all thanks to my mum! She loved me so much she transformed the kitchen ground into a small oasis while she was chopping some food for her diet at midnight.

I entered the kitchen at such timely moment I had to slip and fall in the face of my treacherous fate.

The living ball of lipids had clumsily fallen and sprained his left knee before while playing some sports game in his Health and Fitness Club Trim-and-Fit (TAF) program. I seriously don’t think there’s a need to assign the TAF program any sort of euphemism until fat people suffer zero discrimination.

Thanks to the compound with two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom, I fell on my left knee and sprained it again.

It was excruciating but I’d pray for my fate to allow me to fall a few times more so as to get my mum to react to my fall with obvious care and concern and love…

… for she was rebuking me for overreacting merely due to a fall. That surely did not work as any sort of emotional anesthesia for me, nor psychological. Was that an act of love?

Only my dad helped me up. This looks more like an act of love.

She could have been shocked, bewildered or confused why I had to make a big deal out of falling; she could have not known I suffered a painful sprain too – but it’s utterly impossible for me to ignore it and took it like my mum was really concerned about me through (how ironic) anger and irritation. Her voice was blatantly reminiscent of irritation rather than love.

I know she loves me, but all these years she hasn’t been displaying this love as openly as how those actors in soppy family drama serials would display it.

Dramas are such a misleading representation of life’s ups and downs.

To top it off, to date I still cannot forget an incident once of her kicking me with her invincible foot as I cuddled in a corner all because she had to malign me for screwing her computer up, all because she wasn’t computer-savvy enough to recognize the fact that different versions of softwares have different features, all because she was under grueling stress…

I know as her child I have to give her the understanding she desires as she goes through her tribulations and crises. But why, until now, hasn’t my mum at least apologized to me? She could have said “sorry” as casually as my dad would say to my acceptance but she never did.

Without her apology, I can’t just forget the injuries, no matter how minor, she inflicted on me because it’s obvious I’m not such a magnanimous person, even when I’m speaking about my own parents.

Burying the hatchet itself is difficult, how much more without an apology?

Perhaps I’m just too naïve to even think of parents apologizing to their children~ Probably I’ve been watching too many drama serials in which parents would kneel down before their children for making some grave mistake like an extramarital affair etc…

PS: I’m not asking my parents to do so LOLOLOL

The key to a good grudge is the HOLDING. I think Seinfeld said it best. (He was referring to taking reservations at the time, but similarly…)

Anyone can get a grudge. Get, get, get, get, get, get. But it’s the holding that makes for a good grudge.

Why don’t people hold grudges anymore?

 (Save it, Baby! Count me in!)

So, it goes like this . . .

Well, let’s just suffice it to say that I had to spray a lot of perfume on this morning. There was no time to shower, much less mascara my eyelashes. This game was just too dang early…

 I’m not happy to admit this, and so I am not formally admitting this… but my husband informs me that I may not be a “morning person.”

Huh?

What does he know?

He is off riding the mountainsides in Utah right now.

He may or may not be right. I don’t have the freaking patience to find out at this early hour, but I did have a hard time waking up this morning.

Go figure.

My only incentives being:

A. To see my son play

B. To see my son play well

C. To see my son play well against ”dickhead.”

Now, I am not one to hold any grudges.

Like, I have almost forgiven that little bitch in high school… almost.

I don’t use the voodoo doll on her anymore… well, only semi-annually.

Heck, I have other things to do than live in the past.

And, that neighbor that I used to have living near me, emphasis on used to (and no, nothing mysterious happened to her… much to my regret. She just moved… how common, right?)

Let’s just say that when the book came out, The Devil Wears Prada, I thought it was about my neighbor.

Bee-atch, with a small ass and rock-hard boobs.

Yikes. I remember the first time she hugged me. I was bruised for a week from her plastic surgery stone tits.

Well, I am still in therapy over all of that neighborhood nonsense stuff. 

No one here misses her dropping her garbage into other people’s cans.

Yeah baby, you can keep your dirty diapers to yourself.

Schtinky.

My dog misses them though. Evidently, there is something attractive with the scent of toddler diarrhea rolled in a Pampers disposables…

Eeeeeeuuuuw.

So, like I said I’m not one to keep grudges. So the fact that we are facing up dickhead and his team this morning is double-edged.

First off, I had to drive all the way back to my house because I forgot my chair.

I knew this was not going to be a good sign.

My sweet little sugar-coated ass would melt on the beauty of the morning dew if I were to sit on the ground. We can’t be having any of that wet dew sinking into my “down there” now can we?

Right.

So, I drove back to get my chair.

Gosh.

Secondly, I can’t help it that I express myself verbally.

Calling a kid dickhead seemed and still seems appropriate, and if the conditions arise again… and I feel the need to express myself in these and other matters, then I am bound by the “Mother Bear” Codes of Conduct to protect my little cub.

Regardless.

And… I am going to disregard the coaches messages left on my cell phone informing me of various muzzle supply shops.

A muzzle?

For who?

Dickhead?

That might be a little extreme for a 15-year-old, but I picked one up for him just in case.

I do understand the mouths of these babes, because I live with two teenagers and I could see how it could come in handy.

Like… everyday.

So, I bought him an extra-large.

Because he has an extra-large dickhead.

Du-u-uh.

I learned that from my kids… that “duh” thing.

Doesn’t it just make you feel good all over?

….

Well, right now… we are knee-deep in the second half and the score is one-to-one.

The kids are dripping with sweated competitiveness. Licking their teenaged chops for this victory that is due them. The tension hovers over the parents around me.

And me… well, I am in a catatonic stare… they are all navy colored enemies against our white shirted boys, and now those 15-year-old little penile wannabes threaten our good Saturday.

They have kicked two of our guys in the balls.

Hard.

One of their players received a red card.

And if that is not enough, they have tackled my son to the point where he was lying on the ground for literally two minutes.

Just lying there.

Unmoving.

And, I was not allowed to go on the field.

Mama bear does not like this part.

And, I’m going to tell you that two minutes is a very long time when your son is in pain, on the ground and not moving.

….

I would like to say that we won the game, but we did not.

We played a hard fight, but a clean one.

I left my comments until after the three tweets of the whistles were heard, signaling the end of the game.

Then I let a few “explicatives” fly…

A tough loss for all…

For us…

For other dickheads across the world…

And… for the world…

I don’t think that I am over exaggerating here, when I say that this IS a tough loss for the entire world…

Tragic.

And then of course, we all went to CoCo’s for breakfast.

Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, Y’all — Even you with hard boobies — Still love ya! xoxo

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Be well,

Belle

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