The Thing

How great is [tag]John Carpenter[/tag]’s [tag]The Thing[/tag]? I started watching it to soothe the pain of watching Clemson fall to Villanova, but now that I remember how spooky it is I want to stay up and watch the whole thing right now, even though I can Tivo it for later because I’m completely exhausted. It’s creepy. Plus, it has [tag]Wilford Brimley[/tag], which I always find deeply disconcerting. Perhaps doubly so, thanks to the [tag]cough medicine[/tag].

I’ve definitely won our household [tag]March Madness[/tag] pool, having called 31 out of 32 games (see also: damn you, Clemson). Husband thus has to cook for me for the next year. Husband has been cooking for me for the last 16 years. He doesn’t know anything about basketball.

(Ironically, the advice I gave him last week was: when in doubt, go with the Catholics. I give the advice, but clearly I’m not so good at taking it).

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