* My phone is totally dead. As in, it powers up enough to say that the battery is dead, and then promptly powers back down again. So much fun. So please don't try to call me, as you will roll straight to voicemail, and I never check my voicemail anyway ( Read more... )

* The MistI went into this movie with sky-high expectations, and had them rewarded beyond my wildest dreams, right up until the last eight to ten minutes of the film. That was when it took me out behind the shed, stole my lunch money, and beat me rhythmically with a two-by-four, all while whistling 'Happy Days Are Here Again'. For serious. The ( Read more... )

We are all patchwork creatures made up of the quotes that speak to us. And they're weird quotes, half the time; we can love a thing to death and not have it gain any real footing on us, and we can find a thing sort of so-so but wind up quoting it for the rest of time. Behind the cut-tag, you'll find twenty quotes that, well, I've adopted and tend ( Read more... )

This is tonight's admittedly sketchy (but no less beloved for all of that) plan ( Read more... )

These are the five zombie movies I consider, at the end of the day, to be the best ones out there. The ones I will watch over and over again. My criteria: must have zombies. Must have people who fight the zombies. Must have a plot that makes something vaguely resembling sense. Must not bore me. Must not be directed by Uwe Boll.

The List.5 ( Read more... )

(This is a post I should have made well over a month ago. I didn't. So I'm posting now, because I really, really meant to say something about this ( Read more... )

Good idea: ordering Masters of Horror off Amazon.com as soon as the season one box set became available, thus guaranteeing that before too long, there would be amazingly cool horror goodness delivered right to my doorstep. I understand why this service is addictive ( Read more... )

* I have an appointment with Dr. James tonight, which won't fix everything, but should hopefully provide enough of a patch to let me keep limping through my days until I can see a general practicioner and get referred to someone who can actually figure out what the heck is going on with me. I want a new spine, dammit. I want a new spine real bad. ( Read more... )

A recent trip to the newly-expanded Rasputin's* in Pleasant Hill, accompanied by a thorough rummaging-through of their deep-discount DVDs, has netted me the following wonderful horrible (and sometimes just plain wonderful) movies:

* The Village. Bryce Dallas Howard puts on a yellow robe and plays a blind girl facing off against monsters in a dark ( Read more... )

...at home, after another overnight at Kate and GP's, this one to allow me to see Dr. James ( Read more... )