Melanumpkinhead

Melanumpkinhead, the Melanie of Vengeance.

Or the Demon of Skin Cancer, I guess, depending on how you view the word.

Just had to say that.

Thanksgiving went really smoothly, actually, much to my surprise. There were no political arguments, which was a first. Everyone (like my grandma, aunt, etc.) kept asking me where Eric was, which also surprised me.

Not much else has been going on. We saw SNAP's production of Angels in America: Millennium Approaches. And Brian Zealand has turned into quite the little hottie. College has been kind to him, it has. I told him I'd keep him updated on Acrobat.

I'm about two-thirds through the book House of Leaves. Nicole used to mention this book because she would always listen to the album by Poe that's a related work to the book. The story is pretty darn disturbing, and it's quite an insane read because of the way they present it - it's more or less a creepy story about a house that is somehow larger on the inside than on the outside, and then a hallway appears one day that leads to a labyrinthine, impossibly huge maze of dark corridors, endless stairways, etc...and they hear a strange growl coming from it...you get the picture...

But the way it's presented is what's so freaky. It's presented as a work of non-fiction, even though it's fictional. It's presented as if the house was real and a documentary was made by the family who stayed there, but then the documentary is analyzed by an old blind man, and his manuscript in turn is found after his "mysterious death" by a young man who adds all these long footnotes to the "analysis of the 'documentary'"...and you simultaneously read the story of the house, the analysis of it (very psychologically and philosophically creepy stuff), and see through the one guy's footnotes and random tangents how it affects his life as he spirals into extreme paranoia and hallucinations.

Anyway, I think that's all for tonight, folks.

Pupepabo Feliz!