Amityville 2005 and Stupid Video Game Villains

There has been a marked dearth in witty repartee in my neck of the woods of late. Honestly, despite the smorgasbord of stupid that assails me every time I click on a news link, I can find no snark. I just read it, boggle that such peabrained dolts exist, wonder why I'm dubbed the retard by most, and wander away to read or fic. I just don't have the energy to rail against the shining beacons of idiocy that present themselves at every turn. When civilization collapses, it will not be in a maelstrom of blood and bullets, but with the disaffected sigh of crushing apathy from the sane and the tragically emo.

The ficcing is going well. The second chapter of my CSIfic is almost done, and SLS 53 is one-third home. I'm hoping to put paid to the former this weekend and have the latter done by Halloween. There is just so much reading and lazing and video gaming on my schedule; I still have a grudge match slated with Abyss, damn him. What kind of villain hurls bombs from a highly combustible zeppelin anyway?

I watched The Amityville Horror 2005 last night and thought I was unaffected. Then I went to bed. But I did not sleep. I cowered under my sheets, convinced that when I peered from beneath them, I would see a Native American with milkglass eyes and black bile on his chin. Good God. It was a stupid story, but the effects were profoundly disturbing.

Now, off to tea and tube.