Blending of Real Life and Not-Real-Life

There I was, watching the movie Fallen, starring Denzel Washington, on the AMC channel. Wondering if the "C" stands for "classics" or for "channel." If it is for channel then my initial sentence is redundant. That is to say, if the "C" in AMC doesn't stand for "classics" then I said the same thing twice. I'll pause here for a moment to let you finish your laugh, just like they do on the sit-coms. I wasn't actually wondering that while sitting in the kitchen, I only began wondering as I typed the first sentence. I'm pretty sure that AMC equals American Movie Classics, but I wouldn't put any confidence in that. Perhaps a little. If you are wondering what I was doing in the kitchen while watching the movie, I will tell you now. I was waiting for my buffalo-style chicken strips (made with real chicken) to heat up in the conventional oven; the strips were fully cooked, so a good heating was all that was needed. The timer on the oven ticked down at the regular pace of seconds. It wasn't slow or fast, but as I typed the previous sentence it felt like I should type that the timer ticked down slowly. I've read or watched too many suspense stories I suppose. There was nothing abstract about the passage of time in this story. I wasn't even paying attention to the timer. I was paying attention to the text message conversation I was having with Muffin Man. I asked if he was familiar with the movie I was watching and he said he was. He then told me that a particular song, a popular song, used in the movie has left a bad taste in his mouth. Luckily he never tastes songs, so he doesn't have to worry about it, but the context in which the song is used in the movie has created a less than favorable association with the song in his mind. Always the friendly jokester, I told him that I would send him text messages of the song lyric (I won't tell you because I don't want to spoil any aspect of the movie) during the middle of the night, which for him is the early afternoon for me, time difference between VT and HI. Here's the punchline: right as I sent that text with my practical joker intentions there was a knock at the back door. At first I assumed the knocking was from someone in the house, a brother and sister were both home as well. I looked out at the front door and no one was there. The dog wasn't barking. I went back to paying attention to the movie. Then there was a knock again. I looked out the kitchen window towards the back door, but didn't see anyone. Then I went to the front door and saw no one. The dog still wasn't barking. This wouldn't be noteworthy (if it even is in this case) if not for the fact that I was watching a suspenseful movie and sending threatening text messages to my best friend. I went out the front door, to be able to sneak up on the door knocker at the back and obtain the element of surprise. As I came around the house a woman with a big dog came around towards me. She asked if it was my dog. I asked, "if it is my dog, then why do you have it?" Not really. I told her it wasn't. She is a neighbor from a few houses down and doesn't know who the dog belongs to. She left. That was all there was to that story, but it was funny to me and Muffin Man. And the fact that it was funny to us ought to be funny to you. We ended our conversation, Muffin Man and me, by saying that this person we both know could just sing that song lyric used in the movie and that could be their Halloween costume. This person we know has that serial killer look in their eyes and singing this song with the movie's context on it would work perfectly for a creepy costume. Get ready to dance!