Tag: Horrordailies

The Real American Horror Story

Whoops. Missed a day yesterday. On the anniversary of my heart-attack, no less. And by the time I’m done writing now, it will be too late to count as a Saturday post. Ah, well, sometimes life gets in the way of projects like this.

Been watching episodes of Creepshow this weekend as I laze around trying to not succumb to whatever it is my body appears to be fighting off. The first season was pretty good! There were a few episodes involving kids and teenagers and oh, how I love it when the bully gets it in the end.

Also watched Hold Your Breath. This may be the first time I don’t like something involving Sarah Paulson. There was nothing wrong with it. It just didn’t hold my interest, and when the movie ended as I was goofing off on my phone, I didn’t bother to go back and see the ending. I blame that on the writing, not Paulson. If she can’t save a thriller or horror flick, no one can. If you really want to see what she can do, check out the 2020 series Ratched. She was phenomenal in that. And it’s delicious fun to see how Nurse Ratched got started on her path before One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Vincent D’Onofrio, Cynthia Nixon, Sharon Stone, and Finn Wittrock were great in that, too. Actually, the whole cast was, but Paulson was made to play Nurse Ratched.

This is one of the few psychological thrillers set in psychiatric hospitals that I can watch, actually. I generally don’t like horror in settings like that. Same for the ghost-chaser shows. I feel it stigmatizes mental illness and casts it as evil. The vast majority of people with mental illness are not violent and do not pose a threat to other people. If they pose a risk to anyone, it’s to themselves.

Except for the red-headed buffoon running for President.

I heard that. I’m inclined to agree that there is something wrong with him, seriously, organically wrong, but I’m not a mental health professional and even if I were, there’s something called the Goldwater Rule where mental health professionals are reminded not to diagnose or discuss people they have not examined personally. For me, it’s enough that his views, behavior, temperament, and felony convictions make him unsuitable for national office of any kind, much less to lead a nation. How he’s even an option now blows my mind. The horror there is that so many people blindly worship him. Cult, indeed. And speaking of Sarah Paulson…

I didn’t have quite that reaction in 2016, but if that man gets into office again, I probably will. Pretty sure a certain subset of the American population will react like the Evan Peters character, too. They don’t call ’em Trump-humpers for nothing!

Anyway, that’s as far into politics as I want to get here. It really is an American horror story.

And now for today’s candy, Twix! It’s the one time I find the right side as palatable as the left.

BTW, the left and right sides of a Twix are the same, but in 2012 Twix came up with a great marketing campaign pitting the two against each other. Twelve years later, that campaign is still going. Whoever thought it up should get a raise.

No Trivial Matter

Went to trivia night tonight. I didn’t get all of my contributions to my team right, but there is one that came in handy.

Q. What FX series is named after the 2014 mocumentary of the same name?

A. What We Do in the Shadows

Because if I didn’t know that, I should be drummed out of the fang gang.

And that’s all for tonight. I haven’t yet seen the premiere of the sixth and final season, so off I go!

Today’s candy: Good old-fashioned Halloween lollipops. Little did I know back then that the white printing on them was supposed to be a temporary tongue tattoo. You’re supposed to hold it flat on your tongue for five seconds and then the image would be on your tongue for a little while. Did you know that? Or was I a deprived child?

Keeping Calm, Carrying On

The above is an epitaph on a Roman mausoleum, from a young woman about her older yet kind husband. I saw it on one of the Great Courses about the Roman Empire and had to save it.

I’ve become less frightened of death this last year and a half, even before the heart attack. When Inigo the Nanday Nanner King died, life changed completely and irrevocably. Twenty-one years is a long time to have a soul bird. Grief still hits me out of nowhere at times, but now I take comfort in sensing that whether by trick of dying synapses or a true departure of my life force and energy to another plane or merging with the cosmos, the last thing I will see as the final breath leaves my body will be my little feathered buddy coming down to get me, maybe with his brudduh Jimmy the Green Cheek behind him. A friend of mine once posted a picture of her soul cat with the caption, “I miss you, but every day brings me closer to you.” That’s kind of how I feel about it.

Back when my mother worked at one of the public utilities, someone drove up in a hearse to drop off his payment. She said the people in her office reacted to it differently depending on their age. The young laughed and said it was wild or funny that the guy drove up in it, and they ran out to see it. The folks nearing retirement looked out the window and critiqued the hearse itself, stating whether they wanted one like it or one a different color or model. The middle-aged people didn’t even want to look at it. I think I skipped the middle-aged “nope” kind of denial and went right to “the little practicalities” stage now that I know for sure that I got the Bad Gene.

In the meantime, I live. That’s what all who went before me would want.

Today’s candy is Now and Later. Makes sense for this entry. And they’re accidentally vegan. The banana ones were my favorite.