How Was Your Weekend?

Ugh, it snowed here and I’m not happy about it. This whole week is supposed to be a mess, weather-wise, and I’m already anxious for it to be over. Otherwise, my weekend was fine! I did some chores and kept up with the workout routine I’ve started as a preliminary New Year’s Resolution.


About Theresa Couchman

Theresa Couchman was born in Upstate New York, went to school in Upstate New York, and currently resides in Upstate New York. She has a pair of impractical Master's Degrees and a taste for the pointlessly weird, and is occasionally funny on Twitter.
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10 Responses to How Was Your Weekend?

  1. welcometocostcoiloveyou says:

    I thought I would be a lot more productive this weekend, but I really only finished a handful of projects.

    Sunday, March 11 is the day we “spring forward,” so there are only 3 months until we get to change the clocks back and get more daylight hours!

  2. hotspur says:

    It was a banner weekend as I booked myself into activities all three nights. Here though, I will only highlight that one of them was seeing Franco’s The Disaster Artist. I liked it, 7.5/10, but I have no idea what people will make of it who have never seen The Room. Did anyone else see the Franco? Have you guys seen The Room? I remember when real-life Tommy Wiseau was totally unknown and put up a billboard of himself looking down at La Brea Avenue. It was up for 2+ years and it made me believe the movie was about Satanism, not romance. It filled me with dread.

    So I am not sure how much The Disaster Artist is resonating for people who did not live in LA in 2003-2005! I overheard two coworkers (age ~25) discussing it today and one said she was not aware of The Room at all. The other was vaaaaaguely aware and trying to explain it as “a cult movie that made no money.”

    In other news I bought a book at an actual bookstore, and bought two cheeses but forgot to buy crackers, like an idiot.

    • hotspur says:

      Maybe it was on Cahuenga, not La Brea.

    • What book did you buy?

      • hotspur says:

        I was in a specialty bookstore that focuses on books about rock music, witchcraft, and French pornography of the 1890s (just kidding — sort of) and it was a tiny little self-published thing with a lurid cover, called The Edendale Society. It looks like a noirey tale of a Hollywood journalist getting mixed up with a cult. I really just went in to see if they had good stationery, because they also sell stationery and I have a project in mind. But they did not have any I liked.

    • welcometocostcoiloveyou says:

      I have not seen the Room, so I can’t say I’m all that interested in seeing the Disaster Artist. I do like both the Francos, so maybe when it’s free to watch on cable, I would give it a shot. I guess I would also have to watch the Room first, but is it really so bad that it is good?

      • hotspur says:

        It is mystifyingly bad. If there is a midnight showing in your town, I recommend going. People have fun with it, like with Rocky Horror, throwing spoons and yelling things at specific times. It is the crowd that invented the word Scotchka, I believe, because a character mixes scotch and vodka, which is not a thing anyone ever does, ever — like, that is so far from what is done that it is puzzling that people on-set let it happen — and so the audience yells “Scotchka!” If there is no midnight showing, consider the Riff Trax for your home use.

      • nastyemu says:

        I don’t think you need to see The Room first to enjoy The Disaster Artist. Read the synopsis of the book and see if it sounds interesting to you.

    • Erika says:

      I feel like a necessary definition of “cult movie” is one that doesn’t make any money. Are there any cult movies that made money in their initial release (not counting what they made after achieving cult status)?

      • hotspur says:

        Maybe Big Lebowski? It might just be a regular classic now, but for the first 10 years it was smaller, sort of worshipped by a ragtag band of rebels who took to the hills and organized Lebowskifests in various towns.

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