Just kidding. I was just polishing up my blog titles as requested in yesterday's comments. Truth be told, I am not even a fan of murderous tales of horror. My freshman year in college I went on a horror flick kick and tried to get spooked by scary movies, but the harder you try to get scared, the more difficult it gets. Ultra violence and bloody gore are not quality substitutes for chills and thrills. The scariest parts of movies are the little bits like facial expressions or the dawning of a terrifying concept. A good film director will work in subtlety. But like I said, it is hard to get scared when you really want to be scared. It always happens when you want things to be nice and ok, when you like the characters and want things to end up nice or worse, when you are watching a scary movie but are not in the mood to be afraid- THEN everything is really scary. It is like trying not to laugh when it is a really inappropriate time to laugh, like when a county commissioner and two angry ombudsmen were in my office and I was reading Dinosaur Comics and trying really hard not to laugh out loud. But of course I was turning red and shaking and making snortlets while these guys were 4 feet away from me.
Anyways, I don't even like scary movies anymore. Which is why I was getting freaked out today when I was watching "My Teacher Ate My Homework." I got it from the kids section at the library and it looked funny, and even though it is like those Goosebumps shows that used to be on TV, it is kind of creepy. It has an evil doll. Evil doll stories are the worst because they are tiny and you can never really trust them to NOT wake up and scare you. But I have a while to go before I finish the movie so maybe it will be less scary later on.
I suppose this really did turn out to be a Shanksgiving blog post. Happy thanksgiving. Hope your pies are less delicious than my pies. Especially my banana cream pie.
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Haha! I really was avoiding reading this post before I went to bed last night because I thought it was going to be for reals scary. And because I was so tired it was hard to keep my eyes open.
There is no way your cherry pie will taste better than mine. Oh, and make sure Lisa brought the treats I sent to share with you guys. If she didn't (and ate them all by herself during her 12 hour layover in Denver), you have my permission to give her a wedgie.
I really liked the Dinosaur Comics. The jokes are ones that you would say. And that movie looks really creepy. Is that Grimm Reaper guy from the trailer in the movie, or is the doll the only bad one?
Nice title!
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