So, today, I got a free game. Yesterday, as I was cleaning out the car, I found a new-looking copy of Final Fantasy XIII-2 under the driver's seat and half under the carpet. "Weird" I thought, before going upstairs and making sure my copy was in my bedroom. But the more I asked around and thought about it, the stranger it got: no one I've given a ride to in the last year even owns a PS3 (trust me, I double checked), my family included and no one has any idea how the game ended up in the car. I've asked everyone in my family, all my friends, and even called up my brother in Wisconsin. It doesn't have an ugly "USED" price sticker on the case and somebody removed the shrink-wrap, but even the registration code, which has a tendency to fall out, is still in the case. Well, if no one else claims it soon, I'll take it and sell it.
Tonight, I watched The Haunting (1999) with my dad and local brother. The movie had me pretty tensed up until about halfway through. Then the house started to move and any fear I felt petered out to nothing. All the tension they'd built up disappeared with a few not-so-well-placed "hauntings." While not as clearly defined, it was not unlike the moment in Jaws when you finally get to see the shark, although, even in Jaws there's still some sort of pull to keep watching and a sort of fascinated horror. The Haunting hit a wall and lost interest halfway through, made for a second half that fluctuated between flat and just plain stupid. I will admit, the caretakers driving up and talking to a completely unresponsive Doc and Theo was a pretty good closing scene. Otherwise, "it had promise, but failed to deliver." Once I lost interest, I wiki-ed the book; I would have probably enjoyed the more loyal version from the 60s more.
That's the third time I've yawned in 5 minutes. I guess my body is telling me to put away the glowing object and go to bed.
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