Thoughts: A little personal backstory here. It was about 1 AM and I had the worst case of the flu ever. Chills, nausea, headaches, you name it and it was happening. All I wanted to do was sleep but the aches and shakes were too much for me. So I grabbed a DVD movie pack I had picked up called THE HORRIBLE HORRORS collection and popped in a movie called point of terror. Suddenly Peter Carpenter appeared on my screen. He was rocking out in front of a red curtain and wearing a Tom Jones outfit that was probably too Tom Jones for the actual Tom Jones to wear. Then he starts to sing his signature tune ‘This is me’ and suddenly I was laughing too hard to think about being sick.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Recommended Double Feature: THE BABY and POINT OF TERROR
Thoughts: A little personal backstory here. It was about 1 AM and I had the worst case of the flu ever. Chills, nausea, headaches, you name it and it was happening. All I wanted to do was sleep but the aches and shakes were too much for me. So I grabbed a DVD movie pack I had picked up called THE HORRIBLE HORRORS collection and popped in a movie called point of terror. Suddenly Peter Carpenter appeared on my screen. He was rocking out in front of a red curtain and wearing a Tom Jones outfit that was probably too Tom Jones for the actual Tom Jones to wear. Then he starts to sing his signature tune ‘This is me’ and suddenly I was laughing too hard to think about being sick.
(Recommended Reads) 'The Drive' by nherk49
I’ve always been a city kid. I grew up in Salt Lake City and enjoyed the large buildings and night time life. Even as a kid I liked the lights and hustle of the city. There’s something special about the movements and people that live the metropolitan life.
But it was all torn away from me, if my circumstances would of been different I would of stayed in the city forever. Unfortunately, it was a decision I had little choice in. My father, who was a wildlife scientist, found a prosperous job opportunity far, far south of Salt Lake in a small town on the Arizona, Utah border.
I had just turned eighteen and had graduated from high school. I had been debating whether to follow my family down south or start working and find a cheap apartment in the city. After some easy arithmetic, I decided I would move with my family for the summer as I waited for college to start in September, but only under the strict agreement that my parents allowed me to borrow one of the family cars to drive home and see my friends on the weekends. They agreed...
(Recommended Reads) ...'the story of her holding an orange' by inaaace
Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very long. It goes back to my childhood, but it wasn’t as terrifying until very recently. Now I am completely lost in fear. I am an adult man, logical and intelligent (or I’d like to believe so) sitting in my bed, scared shitless right now, goosebumps all over my body and tears of horror in my eyes. I ask for your help in explaining this fucking horrifying thing. Caution: I am not the greatest writer, and you’ll notice that I curse quite a bit.
I want you to know that what you read from now on is the situation perceived by my mind. I like to think that I am a very rational, logical person and I haven’t been able to explain these occurrences in any natural way.
Since my mom got a new job, she started making new friends. It is common in our country that friends come to each other’s houses for a cup of coffee, cake, gossip and whatnot. Few weeks into her new job, my mom made friends with this woman, Rose. She would come maybe twice a week and they’d sit around the coffee table on our balcony and just talk. One day, when I was 17, I was at the balcony with them. I’m not sure why I was there, but knowing me, I probably ran out of hours on the internet (back in a day we bought internet monthly per hour in my country) and was bored as fuck. So we’re sitting there, they’re gossiping about who knows what, and mom gets up to go get some cake she baked recently. I remained sitting at the table with Rose and that’s when my life changed forever. Rose was a good looking woman. She was about 5’6”, skinny, long black hair, pearly white teeth. Attractive woman overall. Not ashamed to say that few times at night, I’d masturbate thinking about her. So anyways, I am sitting there with her, and she turns to me. She has this creepy grin on her face; bright red lipstick with bright white teeth underneath is just making it look more scary. Her head is moving slowly, almost as if she became a puppet. She says something in the lowest tone possible, certainly not loud enough for me to understand. “Excuse me?” I say, still not being scared, just a bit weirded out.
“You ready to go now?” She said this in a voice of a child, I kid you not. Like maybe an 8 year old girl....
(Recommended Reads) And We Danced by Rob Smales
Last class.” Sharon smiled. “Was it good for you too?”
“Y’know,” Drew smiled back, “it actually was. I couldn’t believe you signed us up for ballroom dancing, but it turned out to be pretty fun.”
“You should have seen your face the first time you met Dhavesh and Simone.”
“Can you blame me?”
Behind him, the classroom door opened.
“Speak of the devils.”...
Thursday, September 27, 2012
(Recommended Article) ADVENTURES IN NERDLINESS joins the Cult of Kolchak!
Originally an ABC Movie of the Week, The Night Stalker was a crime drama turned vampire story featuring investigative reporter Carl Kolchak (ubiquitous character actor Darren McGavin) as the guy with all the answers. Despite his not being in law enforcement, the character is clearly the template used for Fox Mulder in The X-Files, and the government conspiracy angle fits that later show as well. It also has quite the H. P. Lovecraft angle. Kolchak is not a fighter, does not carry a gun, and when trouble arises if he can run, he does so. Like Lovecraft's heroes though, when the chips are down these supernal threats need to be dealt with...
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Two excerpts from David Wong's 'This Book Is Full of Spiders... Seriously, Dude, Don't Touch It.'
You can read the first 15 pages over at the website JOHN DIES AT THE END
You know how sometimes when you’re drifting off to sleep you feel
that jolt, like you were falling and caught yourself at the last second?
It’s nothing to be concerned about, it’s usually just the parasite adjusting
its grip....
And i09 has n exclusive excerpt here
There exists in this world a spider the size of a dinner plate, a foot wide if you include the legs. It's called the Goliath Bird- Eating Spider, or the "Goliath Fucking Bird- Eating Spider" by those who have actually seen one.
It doesn't eat only birds — it mostly eats rats and insects — but they still call it the "Bird- Eating Spider" because the fact that it can eat a bird is the most important thing you need to know about it. If you run across one of these things, like in your closet or crawling out of your bowl of soup, the first thing somebody will say is, "Watch it, man, that thing can eat a goddamned bird."
I don't know how they catch the birds. I know the Goliath Fucking Bird- Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet. None of us would leave the house unless a Goliath Fucking Flying Bird- Eating Spider said it was okay...