…or do I just like to think so? You be the judge, but note that I’m leaning on the side of the latter. I’ve just completed a new poetism, which you can check out here. It’s been in composition for a couple of months now, as you faithful and astute readers of the grassmonk blog will no doubt recognize upon reading it. It’s probably not one of my best, but it is a step in the write direction.
Yes, desperately sad pun intended.
Yesterday (read: two hours ago) was Halloween, but since it was Sunday, yesteryesterday was Halloween. Being the Wife-dubbed Holiday Grinch that I am, I partook in none of the traditional Halloween activities, unless you count stealing candy from children and watching Ernest Scared Stupid. Of note is the fact that the film doesn’t really live up to its name, as it’s hard to scare Ernest any stupider than he already is.
But stupid though he may be, I love Ernest. I’d say I can’t get enough of him, but I can, which is why I only watch Ernest Scared Stupid on Halloween. Also, I can only watch a total of 6.001 of his 9 feature films. The .001 is credited to the line in Ernest Goes to Africa, “It’s always good, Rene, to have the monkeys on your side.” Otherwise, the movie makes me cringe at every step. Ernest Goes to School and Slam Dunk Ernest are the other two offenders. I could live with them if they included lightsabers, however.
I could watch Ernest Goes to Camp any day of the year, though, because that rain song just gets to me every time. When I see the pain on Ernest’s face as he croons away, I want to step into my TV, storm the camp and thrash every single person who ever thought about making Ernest cry.
I’ve also noticed that Ernest himself is what makes the movies watchable. If he wasn’t in them, I’d feel like I was seeing Master of Disguise or (shudder) Notting Hill. It’s just his wonderful goofiness that makes him lovable.
I’m really sad he died, because I was sure looking forward to Ernest the Pirate.