Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

Mel & I spent last night with Donna and Gabe in Brantford. Things were looking optimistic for us as we headed out for an evening walk...until some very ominous changes began to take place. As we strolled down the street, all the people seemed to vanish. The fog started rolling in, and the already cold & damp air seemed to chill us even more. More scattered trash appeared on the streets and sidewalks. More and more stores appeared, being boarded up or looking like they hadn't been used in ages. And then I found an antiques shop with a very familiar name, and I realized what had happened.

Brantford had become Silent Hill.

And with me being the Silent Hill fan and all, Donna made sure that we got to tour the area they'd be using for some of the exterior shots. Yeah, I embraced my inner geek and bounced along, giddily identifying various drug stores and bars and shops I recalled from the game. And in all honesty, last night's natural fog and rain just added to the effect. Alas, there was no camera onhand; I couldn't get a picture of myself standing at one of the more identifiable landmarks from the first Silent Hill: an entrance to a circular brick tunnel, which subsequently is blocked off and rendered a dead end.

I'm still geeking over the experience, and am lamenting the fact that they'll be shooting over the next few days, and I will not be there to see it. Donna has assured me though that she'll take some pics of things as they develop. So now all I can do is gaze out through their balcony window and wistfully think of empty towns, and demon pacts, and everything suddenly going to hell in a handbasket when you come out of the girl's bathroom in the local school. Oh, and kicking evil things in the 'nads so they don't come back to life.

No, I'm serious. In the first Silent Hill, that's how you keep your enemies down. Well, you just have to kick them, truth be known, but where's the fun in that? Though John and I, when first playing the game, only discovered much later on that kicking enemies in the crotch actually had some value aside from being sadistically amusing.

Incidentally, the set right now is covered in snow. I hate snow right now.

And upon rereading the title, I'm particularly glad that I can honestly say it never had to be titled, "I Came, I Saw, I Geeked In My Pants". Or did that just belong in yesterday's little bit of nowhere.


Geek Note to Self: next time, must bring trusty pick-axe. In case the nurses attack.
posted by Phillip at 6:23 AM