Today is, as you all presumably know, 06/06/06. To er--celebrate (?)-- that antichrist connotative numbering moment, somebody rilly smart at the studios decided to release the remake of The Omen on this day. Now, as you also may have guessed if you've spent a moment to think about me on my birthday (and who among you hasn't?) the numbers have plagued me my whole life. Anybody with the june 6th birthday born in the sixties has had to live with the triple six situation. Whenever we fill out forms, our birthday is 06/06/6? which is, I don't mind saying, very annoying. I imagine it's like having a Christmas birthday: administrative types do comment when they see it on the paper. (Damn them!)
Now when I was a wee lad I was absolutely terrified at the idea of seeing horror movies. I'm not sure how I found out about The Omen but I knew of it long before I saw it. And I also knew about Damian's birthday (6/06/66 in the original movie --I guessed they were trying to underline the point with that fourth six). When they finally aired it on television in the late 70s I watched with the blanket pulled over me, covering my face most of the time. Couldn't sleep the whole night. From 1976 to 1981 when the original trilogy was arriving in theaters regularly, kids would love to tease June 6th-ers like myself by sifting through their hair looking for that 666 mark. Mean.
Since I was the nicest most angelic child possible (no seriously see--> too cute to the be the devil) it was totally silly of me to be scared about being the devil but confusing movies with reality? That's my thing. I actually cried watching Damien: Omen II because the fear started up again. If I ever shaved my head, would I find three sixes carved in my scalp? The only thing that I thought would be cool about being "Damien" was this: In the second movie a bunch of kids surround the now teenage devilboy to tease him or beat him up or something (I forget). Damien just looks at the lead bully and the guy has a massive brain hemorhage and dies on the spot. That power woulda come in handy in grade school and junior high, I tell you that.
But anyway I am a nice guy. I'd rather give people flowers and hugs than deadly hemorrhages. Even the mean ones...pathetic but true. Obviously I'm not the Anti-Christ and besides, that job is already taken.
Links that I am pretending are birthday gifts to me:
Kelly Stern on Bush and 1967's Loving v. Virginia case. Bigots tried to stop interracial marriages, too. They also blamed judges back then.
Lone Star Verve on the DVD releases out today Mommie Dearest and Gay Sex in the 70s. Hmmmm. What message is being sent here?
Cinema de Merde on X-Men: The Last Stand. You may have noticed I didn't write a review of this. It just pained me too much. But other people are doing a splendid job of pointing out the abundant careless problems.
Links that are gifts to me: ModFab * six things * Stinky Lulu . Awwww, I wuv you too.
And with that I will now stop pestering you about buying me gifts, donating to the site, and wishing me a happy one. This shtick is getting tired but I can't help that I'm so needy. Don't judge!