It is a rare occasion that I watch a movie outside the horror genre. I’ve read Fangoria, stopped in at Bloody Disgusting and squealed in delight when I discovered that my digital cable package included free movies from Fearnet. I know the territory well. It isn’t lost on me that the genre has some glaring flaws- namely misogyny and racial stereotyping (or exclusion). But there are a lot of horror films that don’t suffer from that at all.

Well, it turns out the birthers are right-Obama’s birth certificate is a fake.  They were just obsessing over the wrong one.
World Net Daily and various birthers* are very excited because finally, some brave soul has stepped up and anonymously-because he’s afraid for his life-sent in a photograph of Obama’s Kenyan birth certificate.  Or not.
Despite World Net Daily’s assertion that, “The new document… shows none of the obvious traits of a hoax,” many have found a couple hints.  Like the fact that the registration record is from 1964- three years after …

I don’t listen to much general pop- let alone dance pop- but Kim Petras is cuter than a basket of kittens, her voice is lovely and she amazingly launched her own career at the age of 15 by uploading to the internet videos she made of herself singing. The videos caught the attention of a producer in her native Germany and the two teamed up to release her first commercial single last fall. Her debut commercial album is forthcoming.
Petras has made the news some in the States because she was …

The only excuse I can offer for my childhood obsession with the film Dream a Little Dream is that it was the 80s and there was LSD in the water supply. I wasn’t a fan of the Coreys (Feldman and Haim) so I think I rented this movie for the first time because it had a bit of a scifi element to it. That element is Jason Robards and Corey Feldman switching bodies in a situation that I could not possibly describe. If you’re craving a night of LOLs, the movie is available for instant viewing on Netflix.

JP from Welcome Back to Pottersville just sent me the following:

“Q- How can you tell when Will Curl is dead? A- When he keels over on his keyboard and accidentally writes and posts something.”

I thought that the name of this show was “Afternoon Special” until I came across the intro on YouTube. I’m amazed I remember it at all, considering it began airing the year I was born and ended when I was six. The only thing I could remember about it was the mannequin coming to life after the store closed. Oddly, I did not recall that the doorman was a puppet.

I’m really in the weeds with my actual, paying job at the moment so the blog posting might be light today. And by “might” I mean “will be”.

Is kgb really the best name for a text trivia service?

For those who were not born in the 80s and raised by the accompanying television programs, the show Eerie, Indiana was a bit like The X Files for preteens. Eerie, as the title suggests, is the town in Indiana where the show takes place. And it is a very peculiar town where Bigfoot goes through the trash cans and Tupperware parties get very, very evil. I was in love with Omri Katz for about five years thanks to this show and Hocus Pocus.

I’ll be back to posting on Monday after this much needed break. I’m not sure what sort of posting schedule I’ll maintain yet but I’m going to be working blogging around my life rather than vice versa so that I can maintain what sanity I have left.