Showing posts with label Birthday Fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthday Fun. Show all posts

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Oh Nuts!


Oh nuts is right. I forgot my own blog's birthday! Some mother I am. Yes, July 23rd marks the 2nd year of The Horror Digest's existence and I would be crying right now if it wasn't for the fact that 2 year old blog's mean TROUBLE. They don't call them the terrible twos for nothing. Usually right around this time bloggers get lazy, post less frequently and take to drinking. I'm happy to announce that I have achieved all of those feats already!

My blogging is much less frequent now that I have a full time job that requires me to actually do work throughout the day. I am also lazy, thanks to said full time job for making me really tired and useless when I come home. And finally, I have been drinking instead of writing because that seems like more fun.

But don't fret friends and readers, I sense a resurgence in The Horror Digest and possibly some lazy erasing behavior. For instance today I finally opened that new iron I bought and ironed two skirts. Yes, good things are on the way I think, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, let's all join together and have a good old fashioned dance party.



or if you prefer....


Thursday, May 19, 2011

Happy Birthday Emmy Doomas: A Tribute To Sisters in Horror



Today is my second favorite day in the whole world. The day that my sister, my "other-half" was brought into this world. It's unfortunate yes that all of her friends are married and engaged and that when she is invited to a married peoples outing she always brings me, but so what? You are totally jealous. There was once a really cheesy Hallmark commercial that made me weep uncontrollably. Luckily I only saw it once which makes me question amongst other things if this commercial really happened or if I hallucinated it one night after getting my wisdom teeth out BUT anyways this commercial went like this, *sappy music* Woman reading a birthday card from her sister, the card reads--"You're not just my sister. You were my first friend" Lalala smiles. Yup. I wept like a baby and you know something? Hallmark may be cheesy, but every single thing they say is true in some shape or form (kind of like racial stereotypes!).


So that is why today I am dedicating the whole day to my dear Emmy Dooms. From an adorable looking, chubby little pilgrim, Fred Savage look-a-like to a smart, hardworking, lover of British crime and medical series--this one's for you sis. I will never forget the time you tied me to a tree and made me pretend to be a pilgrim while you pretended to be an Indian and "pretended" to set the tree on fire.



Siblings in horror movies aren't exactly the best thing to talk about on your sister who you love's birthday. That's because in most instances sister's and brother's are at some kind of strange battle. What is the social commentary there? We fear our family and would secretly like nothing better than to kill them? Yikes. Well, they can't be right all the time I guess.



**The Spoilers are coming! The Spoilers are coming!**





Sisters






Danielle and Dominque were Siamese twins who were later separated. Before that happened though, Danielle was busy getting busy in bed while her poor sister could do nothing but lay there. Unfortunately Dominque died, but her "personality" lived on still in Danielle, and now and again it would show itself and then kill people.



Even though Emily and I were not Siamese twins I sometimes feel like we are. We do that thing where we think the same exact thing and finishes each other's sentences all the time. Yes, Sisters is a poor example of our relationship but underneath all of Danielle's latent anger and violent tendencies, lays a sister who above all else, loved her sister apologetically...and that's not half bad right?........right?







Happy Birthday To Me






I'll be straight with you. I understood about 10% of the plot in Happy Birthday To Me. Yes, this is mostly because sometimes when I'm eating a sandwich and watching a movie my mind wanders but it's ALSO because about 70% of this movie makes no fucking sense. Not like that matters or anything because I still somehow enjoy this movie enough to think about it every week or so. Here we have a young woman who conveniently forgets whether or not she has been killing people. What we find later however is that her half sister is the one killing people and that her half sister has been pretending to be her friend this whole time.



Imagine one day, someone kills all your friends, blames it on you and then reveals themselves to be your sister that you didn't know you had? One time Emily and I got in a huge fight because she thought I ripped a hole in her new tights. But looking back, that fight was basically nothing compared to having the plot of Happy Birthday to Me happen to you. Worst birthday party ever..dead people, gross!





I Know What You Did Last Summer






I don't mind the relationship between Helen in Elsa here, but then again...neither of them is a psychotic asshole killing random people and blaming it on each other, so there's that. Right so they don't exactly love each other or value each other much but you have to admit that you do feel for Helen when she sees Elsa dead right? No, you're right, Elsa was a huge bitch. And also Helen kicks the bucket not long after so really she couldn't have been feeling sad for THAT long.





Night of the Comet








Now HERE is a pairing of sisters that rocks my socks. Reggie and Sam are only about the coolest girls on the planet. They know how to shoot guns and don't let an apocalypse take them away from the importance of having the mall to yourself and going on a shopping spree. They care about each other, they let each other have fun with men once in awhile and neither one of them dies. It's like a sister match made in heaven. Okay, okay so neither I or my sister knows how to shoot a gun but I should just tell you right now you would still want us on your side in an apocalypse because we are awesome and can quote entire movies for your listening pleasure.





Noriko's Dinner Table






I really, really love this movie and I just realized that I need to watch it again as soon as possible. A "prequel" of sorts to Suicide Club, Noriko's Table is full of confusion, sadness and awesome. Noriko and her sister Yuka really truly care for each other. And we know this because after Noriko leaves her family, Yuka follows her and tracks her down. In a move as bold and simple as that I can't help but think if I would do the same. Would I turn away from the safety of my own home in order to be with my sister? Probably, definitely yes. I mean, I'm basically doing that now and all...only not with that whole creepy prostitution, pretending to be someones daughter thing. That was weird.





Alice Sweet Alice








Alright back to mean and poor examples of sisters again! You know, when I first started this list I didn't think there would be many examples to name. Ha. And now I've only just started referring to my list of reviews and I hit one straight out of the gate. Alice Sweet Alice is a sad movie. It's sad because Alice is really mean but she didn't kill anyone like everyone thought she did! Hmmmm so maybe this is actually a good example of a sister relationship? No, no definitely not because Alice is a bitch and just because one time Emily told me I was adopted is no reason to call her that awful B word!



Psycho






Psycho reminds me that if my sister were ever killed in a shower by a psychopath, I would obviously jump at the chance to find her killer and then steal her hunky boyfriend. Just kidding....But honestly the sister relationship in Psycho is one that people don't seem to talk about often. The fact is however, Lila stops at nothing to find out what happened to her sister and I love that. This is the kind of thing that we need more of in horror. No more of this, sibling rivalry crap. Luckily I feel completely comforted by the fact that if someone were to kill me in a shower, my sister would come looking and vice versa.



Repulsion






The relationship between Carole and Helen is not one that I enjoy. In fact, it's pretty much the exact opposite of Emily and I's relationship. My sister would never leave me by myself while I was having a complete mental breakdown and go gallivanting off with her sleazy boyfriend for holiday. For a weekend MAYBE. Just kidding she wouldn't ever do that and maybe if Helen didn't have her head so far up her MARRIED boyfriend's butt, she would have noticed that Carole was in dire need of some sort of psychiatric evaluation.



Spider Baby






Virginia and Elizabeth may be "demented" and highly dangerous, but I can't help feeling that they really just like to have fun. In a way, they remind me of my sister and I as we played pilgrims and Indians or when she would make me pretend to be a dog named Cookie. Then again, we didn't kill anyone or have two giant pet tarantulas......bleck!



The Shining






These two sisters were the cause of my nightmares when I was little and probably yours too. What makes them an interesting character to me however is that they are the victim and yet we wildly fear them. Of course maybe we wouldn't fear them if they didn't creep up behind us when we least expect it or if they didn't hide behind hallway corners when we're driving our big wheels around empty hotels. Just saying.







Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?






Jealously isn't an uncommon thing in families and it certainly wasn't uncommon here with Jane and Blanche Hudson. Sisterly competition was never portrayed more viciously than it was in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? and how could it not when evil "baby" Jane tries to feed her sister a dead rat? Let it be known that Emily hates mice and rats with a seething passion and I am well aware of this and would never feed her a dead rat even if I was really mad at and jealous of her.





Ginger Snaps






And finally we come to the ultimate sister pair that I'm sure many of you instantly thought of when I said "tribute to sisters in horror". Ginger and Brigitte had a similar relationship to me and Emily--that is, before Ginger turned into a werewolf. They were best friends, had similar creative minds and were really all that each other needed. Of course when Ginger goes all werewolf crazy and blah blah tries to eat her sister, things get complicated. BUT through it all and against all odds, their relationship surges on. Even after Ginger's death, their bond is still outrageously strong. I said in my review of Ginger Snaps, that Ginger's death scene was one of the saddest things that I've ever seen portrayed in a horror film, and I meant it.



And that is that. Sure there are more! Sure I am lazy! But so what? It's Emily's birthday and it's time to drink champagne and eat oysters. Join me now in wishing Emmy Doomas the very best birthday in the world. She's my first friend, my best friend and my life! Hooray!






Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Trip to Salem



Well if no one has told you yet, it's time I let you know... Thursday marks the 24th year of my existence. Since my birthdays have never really been great (I blame 14 being an unlucky number for me) I've decided to step things up a notch and turn my birthday into a birthday week. That way, if something crappy happens one day, I'll still have 4 other days to make it work. So on Monday, Emmy Doomas and I ventured off to the mystical land of Salem!

Sure we had taken numerous school trips here, family trips, trips in my dreams etc, but it was time to return. A while ago I did a little post on cool things that freaked me out and one of those things was the Salem Witch Museum. Thanks to Emmy and I's bad planning skills however, we really only saw...The Salem Witch Museum. I mean, we walked around and stuff but we didn't really do that much. We saw some cool things, including a very scary man dressed up as either Count Orlok or Mr. Barlow (Hard to tell these days, all though he was a bit blue tinged so I'll guess the latter) and we also saw an albino child and a man wearing a skirt. Well okay the albino child and the kid wearing the skirt was actually at the train station in Boston, so that doesn't count.


Anyways enjoy this lovely photo journal of me and Emmy's trip.




Starting off the trip with a classy pic in front of the glorious fountain at our apartment.


Just proving that I'm not a scared-y cat anymore is all.



I can think of few better books to read while waiting to board the train.


The majestic statue of Roger Conant--the founder of Salem!




Columbus Day was probably not the greatest choice for spending our dayaway in Salem. Place was packed! We got tickets for the 3:30 show of the Salem Witch Museum, which left us with 2 hours or so to kill...




Next we headed off to The House of the Seven Gables. Which we should have gone into but the price was daunting. Of course Emmy Doomas let me know AFTER that she would have just paid it. Well jeesh!




We snuck around the back instead and this was all we could see.





We did not go here, but I do love how everything gets a special witch shout out in Salem. Even though there were no witches...just crazy girls.




I saw this lass tied up to a telephone pole and decided she was amazing.



I tried to make Emmy grab her teat but she got embarrassed.



Naturally I couldn't let an idea like that go to waste. Notice the family behind me. I waited till they passed before embarking on my naughtiness.




At the Salem Witch Trials Memorial, where the peeps hung got special benches to commemorate their lives. Here I sit on the bench of my late friend John Proctor.




God, I miss him.




Then we found a creepy crucifix stuck in the stones behind me. LEAVE JESUS OUT OF THIS!




Why is this sideways? I already rotated it. Grr well you will have to turn your head to the side to see the wonderful statue of Samantha from Bewitched. Which was not set in Salem...what are you doing here Samantha??!



And here is the "Witch's House" titled such because it is apparently the only building with direct ties to the Salem Witch Trials, tis the home of Judge Jonathan Corwin.


At this point our 2 hours had passed, and Emily and I finally got to go inside the Witch Museum, which was just as creepy as I had imagined. The wax figures especially do so much to really, really make me feel yucky. Some of them are in prime condition and others look like their faces melted on a very hot day. Odd really. The scariest part about the Museum though was that the guy in front of me that smelled like stinky cheese--oh and the DEVIL in the museum presentation. His eyes glow red and the man that narrates says scary things about evil and him coming to get us---or something.

After the museum we headed off to the Tavern at the Hawthorne Hotel and grabbed some dinner, then said goodbye to the cute little seaside town. While we didn't see a whole lot, it still made me feel all warm and cozy. So many cool little shops, and weird people that think they are witches running around. We did get to see where they filmed the one scene from Hocus Pocus though and that was exciting for me. I also saw some cute dogs. And a baby. All in all a fun little day-cation that seemed like the perfect way to ring in the start of the birthday celebrations! Oh and I'm raising my future family here whenever THAT happens.