oh, right

its october 1. i realized it was october 1 around 9:30 tonight. october, the month that i try to watch a horror movie and write about it, each and every day. the month that makes me fear strangers and scream when i see spiders. the month that i usually end twitchy, plagued by nightmares. you know, october. my favorite month!

when i started doing this crazy october movie a day thing, things were different. horror was having a moment. there were times of the year that you may have multiple movies to choose from at the theater - valentine's day, mid-summer, halloween. it wasn't all great horror but it was almost all fun. then saw ruined everything. horror got meaner, more viscious. or is was PG-13 and lame. yes, there were some really great movies but they were few and far between.

and as i watched less and less horror, i became more and more sensitive. the strict guidelines my mom put in place when i was a child, only movies with monsters, ghosts and other supernatural killers are allowed, seemed smart. the violence has become harder to stomach. 

october was here and i hadn't given it a thought. then, at 9:30, i found myself scrolling through my netflix queue and stopped on the bay. i remember reading a lot of really interesting things about it when i was released. it seemed really odd though. i mean, barry levinson directed it. he made diner. it seems weird, right? OK FINE. he made young sherlock holmes and that's awesome and a little scary. still, huh? once it showed up on netflix, i added it to the queue and sort of forgot about it. but at about 9:35, i pressed played and continued with what i was doing - making necklaces, editing pictures for a shop update, checking out the interwebs... but something weird happened, as low as my expectations were, i was getting sucked in and consumed with dread. i stopped working. you guys, it was good. like so much better than i would've ever guessed.

so, i guess i'm going to give this a shot. i don't think i can watch 31 movies without losing my mind but i'll watch a bunch. i'll write about the bay in the next couple of days and maybe do a little bit of other writing about horror - why exactly i love horror, what i can't stand about the treatment of women in horror, why i love american werewolf in london so very much... if all that and more sounds like fun, visit me at surviving horror all month.

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wednesday words

live. to be alive; exist.

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the bay

the bay (2012)

a small town on the chesapeake bay has a problem. its the 4th of july and people are getting sick. boils and blistering skin, fevers that won't break and the bodies are piling up. the story of that day is told via skype and found footage by the only reporter on the scene and one of very few survivors. she tells a story of environmental disaster and evolutionary terror that doesn't seem so unrealistic. a third of the way through this movie i put down the work i was doing and just watched, completely riveted. i jumped a few timse, got queasy more than a few times and enjoyed myself. i'm as surprised as you are.

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wednesday words

cumulus. a dense, white, fluffy, flat-based cloud with a multiple rounded top and a well-defined outline, usually formed by the ascent of thermally unstable air masses; a pile, mound, or heap.

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walking dead - 30 days since an accident (4.1)

hey darryl, i missed you. you too, carol. who knew?

hershel got a leg, rick got a garden, lots of people got laid. zombies crashed through a roof. all in all, a solid hour. i'm not ready to give up on you yet, walking dead. 

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music monday

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wednesday words

phlegm. thick, sticky, stringy mucus secreted by the mucous membrane of the respiratory tract, as during a cold or other respiratory infection; sluggishness of temperament; calm self-possession; equanimity.

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don't feel sorry for yourself. only assholes do that. - haruki murakami

i woke up this morning feeling exactly like i have the last few mornings. filled with snot, coughing, unable to breathe freely. i've been sick for 11 days now. eleven days of phlegm and mountains of used kleenex and cough drops and vomiting and more tea than i normally drink in a year and resenting shawn because he's not as sick as i am and no energy for even the smallest tasks. i am not pleased. 

but i'm trying to not feel sorry for myself. i will get better and my life will not always be ruled by coughing fits and queasiness. i'm trying to work on things as i have the energy and cut myself some slack. i'm also trying to be grateful for naps and the ability to take them whenever i need to. life may be a little gross right now but its also pretty sweet.

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carrie

carrie (2013)

i was mad when i heard they were remaking carrie. it felt unnecessary and a little exploitative. i was prepared to hate it. 

but this week, horrible things happened to girls. a 14 year-old girl was arrested for her role in the suicide of a girl she had bullied. a 14 year-old girl was raped at a party and not only did the case go nowhere, her family was run out of town. what the fuck. 

i don't know if this carrie was better than the original but it resonated deeply with me today.

i can't help but wonder if the female director made all the difference. she may have experienced the horrors of being a girl in high school. brian depalma certainly hadn't.

julianne moore is chilling as margaret white; chloe grace moretz is heartbreaking as carrie; judy greer is fucking amazing as ms. dejardin. 

i'm reluctant to recommend it or even say i liked it. because this week, horrible things happened to girls.

there is a really fantastic visual callback to the end of let me in with chloe grace moretz. my horror nerd heart swelled a little.

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what i've been reading

tampa by alissa nutting

this book is fucked up. there's really no other way to say it. it tells the story of celeste, a 26 year old middle school teacher and sociopath, who is attracted to, and actively pursues her teen boy students.  lolita told through the lens of the jerry springer show only, you know, not as good as lolita because well... oh GOD this book skeeved me out but i could not put it down. OH GOD. 

save yourself by kelly braffet

patrick cusimano's life is a mess. his father is in prison and his brother blames him for calling the police, even though patrick was clearly not the one driving the car that was involved in a hit & run. he's sleeping with his brother's girlfriend and has found himself involved with a high school girl. this book was a painful, well written study in human suffering. 

the panopticon by jenni fagan

anais hendricks is fiften year old girl who has spent her life in foster care, daydreaming about where she actually came from. she finds herself in the panopticon, a home from chronic offenders, after being accused of putting a policewoman in a coma. anais is scrappy and smart; i wanted her to have a happy ending so badly. i loved this book so much - even if i ugly cried at the end.

the demonologist by andrew pyper

i read this as a palate cleanser. the description reminded me of the club dumas and the historian. not far off and totally fun. david ullman is a professor whose expertise in milton's paradise lost was won him worldwide acclaim. one day a mysterious woman arrives and tells him she needs him to go to venice to witness a phenomenon. he is dubious but when his wife tells him she's leaving him that same night, he figures why not. so off he goes, with his twelve year old daughter in tow. why he thinks this is a good idea is beyond me but he eventually has to recue her from the underworld. good times. no, really.

i've also finished:

right now i'm reading stories for nighttime and some for day by ben loory. so far, so good.

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music monday

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wednesday words

gigil. the urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute; trembling or gritting of the teeth in response to a situation that overwhelms your self-control. (tagalog)

view the whole set of words here.

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