Fukitol Theater Gets The Halloween Spirit
Oct. 24th, 2011 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyHad a bunch of terrifying nightmares last night. Most of ’em were your standard Watchin’ Too Many Horror Movies types, like the big scary spaceship full of mutant monsters and spacesuits doing like they did in that Doctor Who episode with the man-eating shadows, and also for some reason a bear. Not, like, a mutant bear, either—just your basic run-of-the-mill bear. At least he was on our side.
Anyway, that was rough, but at least we had both Hikaru Sulu and Han Solo there to work out the mess. The really scary dream was the one that was basically Dawn of the Dead, only instead of a shopping mall, it was the Liberry, and instead of zombies, it was crabby patrons who REALLY HAD TO USE THE COMPUTER. The whole dream was spent running to an estimated eight thousand ports of entry to try to lock them, screaming “We’re CLOSED, motherfuckers!”, and threatening to call the police while they kept wedging their feet in the doors and chanting “GAMES. GAAAAAMES.” I found myself wondering if I’d ever see my family again.
The best horror stories are those that could actually happen, after all.
(Incidentally, I made a discovery about that a few weeks ago: as soon as a patron comes up and bitches that the First-Come, First-Served policy for computer use should change to Grownups Get First Bid Because They Are Important, I bristle. Yeah, I make endless fun of the kids who come in to use their two daily computer turns for a round of Lego Dudes Wandering Around, or Pin The Dresses On The Sparkleponies, or other such items of business, but hey, it’s important to them. Plus, kids have homework sometimes—and grownups are just as guilty of so-called “timewasting.” Don’t knock the noisy little Flash-playing hard-swearing twerps.)
Anyway, that was rough, but at least we had both Hikaru Sulu and Han Solo there to work out the mess. The really scary dream was the one that was basically Dawn of the Dead, only instead of a shopping mall, it was the Liberry, and instead of zombies, it was crabby patrons who REALLY HAD TO USE THE COMPUTER. The whole dream was spent running to an estimated eight thousand ports of entry to try to lock them, screaming “We’re CLOSED, motherfuckers!”, and threatening to call the police while they kept wedging their feet in the doors and chanting “GAMES. GAAAAAMES.” I found myself wondering if I’d ever see my family again.
The best horror stories are those that could actually happen, after all.
(Incidentally, I made a discovery about that a few weeks ago: as soon as a patron comes up and bitches that the First-Come, First-Served policy for computer use should change to Grownups Get First Bid Because They Are Important, I bristle. Yeah, I make endless fun of the kids who come in to use their two daily computer turns for a round of Lego Dudes Wandering Around, or Pin The Dresses On The Sparkleponies, or other such items of business, but hey, it’s important to them. Plus, kids have homework sometimes—and grownups are just as guilty of so-called “timewasting.” Don’t knock the noisy little Flash-playing hard-swearing twerps.)
