I've become pretty flaky about posting. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. I use to be a complete scaredy cat. Rollercoasters terrified me ever since my parents tricked me into going on Space Mountain in Disney World when I was six. I had nightmares just from a television trailer for the Fly II. I hated being in the presence of bees, spiders and snakes. As I got older, my fears dissipated kinda like the dead armadillo in my driveway. Before long, I was seeking out the biggest amusement park rides. Speaking of which, Six Flags New Jersey can cut off your favorite amusement park's head then make him/her eat it! I even developed a desire to go sky diving. Haven't done it yet though. I recently invested in the first season of the television show Tales From the Crypt. I remember with a great sense of nostalgia having my friends sleep over and staying up till 11:00 to see the horrifying tales. Sometimes I feel pity for antiquated horror movies. Of course I'm referring to those dependent on blood and guts. Horror flicks can easily be classified into two genres: " Blood and guts" and "suspenseful horror." The latter can easily outlive some of the greatest dramas or comedies. Alfred Hitchcock still floats around in America's psyche. Hence even the classic Twilight Zone shows still hold resonance for us. But blood and guts just can't cut it a decade later. The ones that become immortal cult classics do so not for their gneuine fear inducement, but almost as a pastiche of an outdated mode of entertainment (see: evil dead, Child's Play and Hallowee). If you disagree embrace the debate. Anyway, I was watching my Cryptkeeper with a sort of sympathy or even pity. The episodes, directe by Robert Zemeckis and even Steven Spielberg were beyond salvaging but over a decade later they lacked the terror they evoked from me in the first place. I found it a bit saddening, like innocence lost or something. Just a piece that floating on my mind.
I gottdo something insane this weekend. I don't know what it is, but if I was a fortune cookie, I say something like, "You are going to do something insane this weekend" If you got that fortune cookie would you be thrilled or anxious? Happy or sad? Up or down?
Speak up. Speak out. Let me hear your voice.
