November 2010
27 posts
October 2010
21 posts
“Oh God! I saw your ghastly, pale face and thought you had on a hideous mask!”
Gee, thanks mom. I guess it’s time to apply a little more self-tanner. I’m really not sure why she doesn’t consider herself to be a wonderful example of the WASPy, country club mother…
The love scene in “Halloween III: Season of the Witch” always annoys me. It’s like “We’re searching for my father’s killer, but hey, let’s take a break from the investigation and have sexytimes.”
Although in all fairness, I probably shouldn’t talk. Tracking down a murderer is probably stressful business, and we all know sex in a cheap motel...
I don’t think my mother is going to be inducted into the Horror Movie Fan Hall of Fame anytime soon…
Mama Winkelman: What are you watching?
Me: Halloween II. The original, not that abomination of a remake. I thought you’ve seen this?
Mama Winkelman: I think just bits and pieces. Now, why can’t they kill him? That’s not possible.
Me: I don’t know, they just...
AMC makes it so much easier to follow the highly cerebral and intricate plots of the Friday the 13th movies by editing out all the bare breasts and utterly gratuitous sex scenes.
Bravo, FearFest 2010, bravo.
Dear Universe:
You don’t seem to like me much these days and let’s face it, I’m not your biggest fan lately either. So how about this: you stop kicking me in the nads and start letting some things go right in my life and in return I’ll stop being *such* a bitch for, oh, let’s say a week. We can take it from there. Deal?
—Justin
PS Let’s not get it...
It has come to my attention that there has been a lot of talk recently about the gays brainwashing the nation. I guess my “Welcome to Gay Land” packet was missing the Guide to Brainwashing because I was completely unaware we possessed this ability. Don’t you think I would have employed this technique at one of my many job interviews by now?
And just for the record, we also...
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
– Great Gatsby (via inspirationgivesnowarnings)
I do a lot of fluff pieces on my tumblr, but I feel the need to get serious for a moment. Regarding this week’s rash of bullying-related suicides, I truly hope I can one day join in on the “It Gets Better” view. In my current world, it sadly has not. At 25 years old, I still can’t walk into a public location in Iowa (or much of the midwest for that matter) without becoming...
