So my bud Ryne over at The Moon is a Dead World hooked me up with Final Girl (who I never met before but seems pretty cool. I mean she loves slasher flicks, and anyone who loves slasher flicks are a-ok in my blog book. )
Anyhoo, apparently they are wanting to start a internet lovefest so the “cynical effin’ douchebags” in cyberspace might become enlightened or something and be a little nicer. I myself don’t think it will work because “once a douche always a douche” but I just blog about zombies and blood so what do I know?
I do know that some of these douchebags really piss me off, though – like when I am at Walmart and some bonehead reaches in front of me for something on the shelf that I am looking at without saying word one – not excuse me, or get out of my way, or move it! – they just reach over and invade my space like its nothing important at all. And its my luck that this rude person smells like something curled up and died in their shorts, and somehow the smell glues itself to my nose hairs so every time I inhale just so I am reminded of why I hate grocery shopping at Wal-mart……. and then on the drive home the douchebag in front of me sees the traffic light change to yellow and decides to stop instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to speed through the light, and I end up stuck behind him on red…….. these are days when being a witch would really have its advantages………
So maybe this lovefest will rub off on me and I’ll stop trying to invent new ways to torture small children with promises of candy and not delivering; it couldn’t hurt to try at least.
Apparently I am supposed to share with the blogosphere what I love about the movies. Although I must admit on first read, all I could think about was why in the hell stupid people take their babies to friggin’ R rated movies when they have to know that all the baby is gonna do is end up crying and making me really really glad for my decision not to have one of those little brats…….. “not that there’s anything wrong with that”…………………
So what do I love about the movies? I love the popcorn. How its always so salty – and I love eating it with milkduds so the chocolate and caramel mix with the popcorn like a sweet and sour sin…….
I love the audience participation (sans kids that is) and the screams and the laughs – it lets me know I am not so odd after all.
I love the giant screen and the loud volume so it drowns out the heavy breathers and fills your view with a canvas that is usually chopped off on your Tv screen (even if my TV is a 52″ widescreen.)
And I love that my hubby will hold my hand or put his arm around me in the theater, so its just us and no interference with dogs or computers or blogs……..
But what I love most about movies are the horror genre, blood filled, cheesy B movies, with sex starved stupid young adults that set themselves up for a major, predictable, disembowelment, no one around for miles that can help save you, unadulterated 2 hours of sheer delight……. willing suspension of disbelief?? PISHSHAW! Who says zombies don’t exist?? Just ask Jeff Dahmer……
GAWD – where are the zombies??? This is entirely too sappy!! So I’m gonna wrap this up with a little sashimi for dessert……..