Last night, not in observance of 29 July, we saw "The Blair Witch Project." I've already seen "Run Lola Run," okay?

Last Saturday in lovely Indianapolis, Indiana, over dinner, I asked some coworkers if they would like to join me and some friends on Thursday. One jumped at it, since her boyfriend has just gone off to grad school and she did not want to see it alone. I was pleased to introduce Johanna to HAO to share her "Raising Arizona" fetish with. We hung out in line for an hour without even a checkerboard or a box of crayons, but managed to entertain ourselves.

HAO indulged in her new addiction, peanut-butter covered pretzels. The other Hilary--is it fair to say the other Hilary, when they spell their name differently?--had a Pringles-shaped container of vending-machine type cookies with mini M&Ms in them. (I mention their snacks to explain why I wished not to share and stuck with my regular Junior Mints, which I bought Wednesday at DIA, which is another story.)

We saw a preview for "Twin Falls Idaho," whose premise (as far as I can tell by the preview) intrigues me: a love affair with conjoined twins. One of the long-standing questions of my life is how the original Siamese twins (not original, but first world-famous ones and the origin of the name) fathered 22 children between them and why one had 12 and the other only 10 and how their wives, who were sisters but not twins, felt about the goings-on. And a preview for "Better Than Chocolate," which might be just "The Wedding Banquet" with women instead of men and which looks good. Also "Illuminata."

And then Blair Witch. I suppose I had prepared myself for something much more horrific. I wasn't horrified.

If I thought it were real, I certainly would have been scared. You could watch it and not know it's a fake documentary, and that would make it scary, and then the movie would end and you'd read the credits, at which point you'd at least know it wasn't real, even though the watching experience would still have been terrifying.

Besides, with Burkittsville so close to D.C., if it were real, Mulder and Scully would have been all over it by now.