last night peter and i watched the vcd for serial mom. i wish we had this on dvd, but it's only available here on low quality vcd. it was great to see this again. i always forget how much i love this movie. it may not be as outrageous as john waters early films, but it's still out there compared to most tame hollywood movies.

years ago when i was still in seattle i had a portion of the crank call from this film on my answering machine. one day i came home to find 30 messages on my machine. most were people hanging up, one was someone cussing back at my phone, and one was from a hotel. two people had called to listen to the messge and discuss what to do with "the problem", you see my number was identicle to the number of a hotel, except to get the hotel you had to dial 800 first. some would not do that and would get all offended at my message. after they listened to my message, they forgot to hang up their phone so i got to hear their conversation about what to do about the situation(ie me). one of them laughed after they heard the message because they knew where it came from, but the other person was more serious. but really what could they do? it wasn't my fault that their customers were stupid enough to call the wrong number and think they'd gotten a hotel. i half expected them to send me a letter asking me to change my message, but i never heard from them.