There are far too many things to say.
I'm here - here as in 'on my blog' - purely because the Boyfriend, his friend and I ended up back at our house watching Alien. I started telling a long story about watching Alien for the first time when I was 17, in my AS Film Studies class and being forced to watch it for the first time, and this came up. This, being: the horriblescaryface I drew whilst watching it and determinedly staring away from the screen so as not to see the chest bursting bit. Naive I was, but even I had heard about the chest bursting bit.
So I drew this picture, then, watching Alien, and tonight I showed it to the Boyfriend so he might better understand my neuroses. The outcome of the venture remains to be seen, but it reminded me of a time when blogging was not only a thing I needed but a thing I enjoyed - perhaps right now, right here, that's an important recollection to have.
(As I write, the chest bursting thing has happened and other Alien-related things are unfolding. Perhaps I should go and partake of them. Wish me luck.)
Merry Christmas. Anyone else know why they didn't just jettison the dude as soon as he got the face-hugger? Because I'm at a loss and it seems like that would've solved all their problems.