I used to love horror films. But, in my old age, I’ve become a milktoast pussy. Maybe it’s the whole living alone thing. Maybe it’s the lack of chemicals that used to make hewn limbs dancing around weak narratives seem like “art”. Who knows. All’s I know is that gone are the days of Rob Zombie-thons and pausing my life to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre when it came on T.V…. Read More
Panic Chick: Don’t Knocker It Til You’ve Fried It
Sometimes, when mildly annoying shiz happens in life, we just have to sit back and laugh at ourselves – particularly our own reaction to it. And then release it to the public to laugh at us too. Like, okay. You know how in horror movies, the girl (who’s wearing one of those bras the Victoria’s Secret lady has to go all the way to the back to get because they.. Read More