I’m a big fan of YouTube. I love the way just about anyone can upload a video and share their talent (okay…in some cases, the word “talent” might be a little generous). I love how folks can capture something amazing, funny, silly, weird, or cringe-worthy and share it with the world.
On the other hand, it’s more than a little horrifying that just about anybody can video anything at any time. Continue reading “Does Everything Belong on YouTube?”
Welcome to Killer Thursdays, where everything goes bump in the night…
*Winners for author Jay Squire‘s giveaway are announced at the bottom*
At long last, I have procured a copy of Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves. I was hesitant to read it for two reasons. Yeah, I know it’s been out for a good long while and I’m kinda late to the party. Continue reading “Exploring the House: Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves”
Once upon a time, a young Girl set out through the woods to bring her Grandmother a basket of goodies. Along the way, she met a Stranger who, upon learning where the Girl was headed, told her of a short cut. But the Stranger had tricked the Girl and, when she arrived at Grandmother’s house, the Girl found that the Stranger had eaten her dear Grandmother and intended the same for the Girl.
This is the story of Little Red Riding Hood. It’s an old, perhaps ancient, tale. Many different versions have existed throughout the ages, shifting sometimes Continue reading “Never Stray from the Path – Little Red Riding Hood, Part 1”
Check out this list of the 20 most rewatchable movies by Pace J. Miller. Find movies you might not have seen in awhile but are definitely worth rewatching ( Die Hard, The Shawshank Redemption or any of the Indiana Jones movies perhaps) and maybe some you haven’t seen before but want to put on your to-watch list (Armour of God for me)… Continue reading “Play it Again – Top 20 Rewatchable Movies”
The gnarled tree outside the window.
The clown doll.
The huge, terrible face bursting out of the closet.
The skeletal creature guarding the door to the children’s room.
The steak crawling across the kitchen counter.
The bodies in the swimming pool.
The little girl in front of the snowy tv. A thin, smokey hand reaches out.
And that famous line: “They’re heeeere.” Continue reading “They’re HEEEeere”