Check your pants
To make up for such a lame post today, here’s some action for you. Some skateboard action.
I keep watching these guys bomb these hills and completely worry about them. What about a pebble in the road? Or a crack? Or cars coming their way? What does a wreck look like? I don’t really want that answered. I just want them to make it down in one piece. It’s amazing that they do.
Annabelle Comes Home rounds out the Annabelle Trilogy from the Conjuring Universe. It’s as dumb as you would think of for the third in a trilogy that seems to not really be needed. It got so dumb that there was even a werewolf in it. Yes, a werewolf. DUMB.
I thought that I would hate the character that unleashed the mayhem, but she was somewhat sympathetic — she was trying to contact her dead dad. Although, I would’ve just asked for some psychic consultation. Plus, why’d she have to touch everything.
The scariest thing about it was after the movie. As I was getting to my car, I did not notice this lady behind me. Like she popped out of thin air. As I hopped into my car, she walked a few spaces past. As I pulled out, I noticed that she was still there staring at me. As I passed by her I didn’t want to look, but needed to confirm that she was still staring at me. Yup. She still was there watching me drive away. It was downright creepy. I thought I was going to see her in my living room when I got home! WTF.
2 of 5 stars.
Here we are.
First post, I guess.
And now I am a website administrator. It’s all because I don’t like the googs. So I have moved into these new digs. I don’t know what I am doing. It surprised me.
We’ve been here for about 2 weeks and this is the first time I’m writing. Forgive me for keeping quiet. I’m trying to recover from my shock.
Maybe this will make me blog more often. Or maybe this will drive me crazy. I’m not too keen on the fact that I have to be the admin, but to get off of blogspot is a big step.
Wish me luck.
Spooks are coming. It’s getting closer to Halloween and the decorations are starting to show up at your local place of shopping and retail. I was walking into one said place and happened to see this little adorable spook. It’s no Annabelle, but it still spooked me. That’s why I took a picture: so I can treasure it in the dark nights of autumn.
Boo!
Is it the weekend? Do I hate being home? Did I end up at the bookstore?
Yes. Yes. Most certainly yes.
I arrived late in the evening, but not late at night, and the bookstore was quiet. There wasn’t too many people wandering around. It wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t filled with people.
I’ve been going to the bookstores for a long time. Back when the big box bookstores started opening up in the late 19990s and early 2000s, there were a lot of people going. It was a very lively scene. The bookstore cafe would be filled with revelers drinking coffee and having desert. The aisles had people browsing. The register would always be ringing.
Nowadays, it is quiet and only the hard core readers would be there. Is it because of the digital revolution? Is it because millennials don’t read books anymore? Is it because big box bookstores are on a decline? I have no idea, but it is like the zombie apocalypse in there. And I am the last survivor.
I Am Hero by Kengo Hanazawa
Halloween card for the niece
Is it me or has this month of October been rather subdued in its celebration of Halloween? I think we have the election to blame.
In the months before October, we have seen many horrors from that rat bastard, Donald Trump, that we have forsaken the fake horrors that we reserve for Halloween. We’ve lost our appetite for horror because we have been living a nightmare of an election.
If not the ghastly leader, but his minions that make us scared of ourselves, in who we’ve become, and in our neighbors as well. We are surrounded by zombified citizens who will eat our brains not for nutrition but because they want us dumb, too. And the nation is cursed like a werewolf.
We need to wake up. Get this election over with. Kick the rat bastard into history. And make sure we never hear from him again.
I’m all for a more normal spooktacular October.
I am writing this review as the sun has set, evening comes around, and night falls. I am not scared. I am not scared. I am **gulp** not scared.
The Conjuring 2 is further adventures of the Warrens. They are investigating the Enfield Poltergeist. They had just finished up their investigation into the Amityville Horror house. During that investigation, Lorraine has a vision of Marilyn Manson as a demon nun. He’ll haunt her dreams and that of her husbands. Is it a warning from the demon world? Or does it connect to the Enfield Poltergeist. Yes. Yes.
That being said, I was could not sleep with the lights out for a couple days after seeing this movie. It’s because of the Manson nun. There was a really frightening scene in the film As I said, the husband had also seen the nun in his dreams so he paints her. Then they hang up the painting in their office. It comes to life and it scares the crap out of me. Know why do I have to go and write about her as the night gets darker?!
It wasn’t as good as the first. And it’s starting to feel a little bit like Wan’s Insidious films. But it scared me and that was what I was looking for.
3 fo 5 stars.
When you read my review about Annabelle, there is only one thing you want to know: Is it scary?
Considering that I am writing this review in the dark of a stormy evening, and that I have to try to remember what scares the movie had, I think that isn’t wasn’t. There were some. You would’ve seen them in the trailers, but over all not scary.
Annabelle, the movie, is the prequel to the early part of The Conjuring. It tells how that dang doll became evil.
When we first get a glimpse of the doll, you will laugh. It was a present. When the box opened, you will laugh. It is the most ridiculous doll you ever saw. How can someone want that? Yet, it was accepted with gladness.
Annabelle, the doll, only becomes evil due to evil circumstances having to do with Southern California death cults. It’s the Manson Family, but worshipping the devil.
The best scares were in the basement. The elevator scene had me cringing every time the door opened. Running up the stairs was frightening. The floating doll scary. And the way it looked evil from moment to moment made me scared.
Yet. When all’s said and done, that’s all the movie had. The denouement was lame. I knew it had to end that way.
3 of 5 stars.
I should be writing this review of The Conjuring in bright daylight, but a rainshower has just rolled through darkening the evening sky. Hopefully, it doesn’t put shadows in places where I dare not look.
The Conjuring was about one of the scariest cases of the paranormal investigators, Ed and Lorraine Warren. They were the investigators responsible for the Amityville case. At the start, they are investigating a haunted doll. That doll is the most frighteningly evil doll you will ever see. I hate dolls.
The Warrens eventually are asked to investigate a haunting at the Perron house built on the plantation of a former Salem farmer. Yeah, it’s not an Indian burial ground, but it is the cause of the evil.
The Conjuring then mixes up several better scary movies. There’s the Poltergeist style investigation when the Warrens set up camp in the house awaiting the paranormal activities to commence. There’s The Exorcist style exorcism to exorcise the evil from the house.
You would think the movie is derivative. It’s not. It mixes these other films in the best way for a different effect.
Supposedly, The Conjuring was rated R because of it being to scary. I wasn’t scared enough, and that is saying something. I squirm when watching scary movies. I did squirm during this one, but later at night I didn’t get scared of the dark. And by the next day, wasn’t scared of anything at all. Does this make it terrible because it failed to make me scared? No. I still loved getting creeped out. I still loved the setting and the pacing. The ghost was okay (The Woman In Black still creeps me out to this day), but overall it did its job.
4 of 5 stars.
This kind of scares me: ruthless striving for efficiency causes complexity. Here's anecdotal evidence from the banking industry. The pursuit of efficiency doesn't make things simple at all. I wonder if this is a type of paradox that has yet to be named. I wonder if my bank works the same way. Most likely, it does, and I am kind of scared.
