I live with weirdness...

There are times when I'm not a particularly sane person.

It's actually a bit of an understatement. I mean, I can drop a plate on the floor and have forgotten about it in two seconds. About three days later, I'll hear Chris say, "What is this plate doing on the hallway floor? That's not where plates go..."

But sometimes, I suspect I'm living with an alien. And sure, you're probably eyeing your significant other over the top of your computer and recalling the curly green spiked tail your partner insists is normal. You might even scoff, "Who doesn't think they live with an alien?"

But Chris is a man's man, a guy's guy and a dude. He like his music angry, his TV angry, his movies angry. Hell, he even drives angry (how often have I heard him snarl at little old people crossing the street, "Move your ass, old man, or I'll run you over" while he guns the engine?). Don't get me wrong -- he's not a dink. But we're talking about a long-haired, tattooed fellow who could pummel you into your grave before you could even whimper, "Mommy..."

But every once in a while, he just does something so absolutely bizarre that I need to readjust reality.

Like this weekend, when he decided I needed to watch a new DVD he had just purchased. The movie, of course, is one of those that you recall fondly from when you were a kid. It was always on TV. You always watched it. For example, I have Labryinth and The Dark Crystal.

Chris has Voyage Of The Rock Aliens. (see photo above)

Starring Pia Zadora and Rhema (yes, the band). This is well beyond the worst movie I have ever seen. Even its campy schlock surpasses all others. Bad effects. Bad clothes. Bad script. Really bad beach musical numbers a la Annette and Frankie. For god's sake, the movie even starts with an entire (and completely unrelated) video starring Pia and Germaine Jackson. I don't think a worse movie or concept has even been made.

It's not even a so-bad-it's-good sort of thing. Hell, I can sit through Howard The Duck. Or Earth Girls Are Easy. (Brief tangent -- ever noticed how few sci-fi comedy romances there are? OK, obviously there's a reason for it, but still... what an untapped market. )

But to Chris -- well, Voyage Of The Rock Aliens is gold, Pony-Boy.

This from the man who sees me watching an old Bette Davis movie (I'm trying to catch up on my classic movies) or Kinsey (which I finally watched last night) and mutters, "You watch such crap."