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The other day I was going through youtube and I ran into a clip of an Eli Roth interview on fox news on the success of the horror genre in the 2000's. But instead of focusing on the topic, Roth goes astray and begins to bash the Bush administration, claiming that it had forced people to watch horror movies because of the Iraq war.



Huh?



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5nOl1oeP4Q



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Yeah, I think Eli Roth really lost it there. It was like he wasn't there to talk about the genre, which was the reason why I watched the interview in the first place, but he was there to use his air time on fox to bash Bush. Nothing else.



But, to BLAME the success of his movie on Bush and Cheney I find incredibly insulting.



Really. Let's run with this logic. To say that the success of the horror genre isn't the acting, directing or especially the writing, but instead it's all due to Bush.



Uh, yeah...



Coming from a so-called horror buff is sickening and disheartening. I mean, I don't think of a bad president when I write. It's not like Obama motivates me to write about blood and murder and all of that fun stuff.



When I think of Obama the first thing that comes to mind is voting for the next asshole who's going to be running against him.



I don't know, I guess Roth DOES pin the success of his splatter flicks on whichever president he hates, that may explain why his movies have been so aweful. And why horror has sucked in the last twenty years.



Especially Roth's films. Shitty writing, premise, acting and effects. I watched another interview where he states that he grew up as a happy kid and never had any serious issues in life. I think that might explain why he can regurgitate the crap like he does and hock it off as original. I mean, really? All of his moves have to do with teenagers getting picked off one by one by one.



Hasn't the horror genre evolved past this already or is it going to be spoon fed to us by those who have no idea what the genre is about?



I shudder at the thought.



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So here is a real ghost story that I heard from one of my brother's friends. And I call it real only because the idiots my brother used to hang out with don't make this stuff up. And certainly not during this time.



My brother was at a party with his friends and they were drinking and using all kinds of drugs. When I say all kinds of drugs, I mean they were fucked up on everything.



So, my brother's close friend, who was really drunk and fucked up, went up to some random girl he knew and demanded that she come with him to get some meth. Or crank. Or whatever they call that now.



So hesitantly she goes with him in his brand new jacked up truck that his parents bought him and they speed down the road, through a red traffic light and right into a brick wall.



My brother's friend had a seat belt on him. He also had the girl's arm in his lap. the girl didn't have her seat belt on and she flew halfway out the windshield but had stopped because the dashboard had crushed her body. She was on the "very large" side. And the windshield cut off all the skin from her front including her face and her tits.



Her arm got torn off and was in my bro's friend's lap.



So the police and paramedics didn't know that she was a woman until they brought her to the morg.



But while the police and ambulance were there, some more of my bro's friends drove out to the girl's house to find them because it had been a while. As they drove up to the house they saw her walking up the front door and one of them called out her name, but she disappeared behind the corner.



They got out of the car and went up to the house and saw she was gone. They knocked on the door and was told she wasn't there. One of the friend's later said that she was saying goodbye.



It turned out that her father needed care and that the girl was the only family that her dad had left.



My bro's friend who was responsible for the accident served a few years in prison but was let out and served the rest of the sentence on probation, as long as he attended and gave speeches on drinking and driving.



A few years later he was caught drinking and driving and the judge gave him life.

Well, I have a group of friends who are fighting with another group of friends which split before I became friends with the group of friends that I'm friends with now.



I hope that was clear enough :P



Anyway, a few of us talked with the kid who's apparently the leader of the other group, and I say leader because he owns the website and chat room of where he and his friends hang at, and he has mods working for him and blah blah. So there at the site I guess one would consider him the leader.



So, I just stood by and observed the arguing, yelling and insulting and the always chest-beating, and the entire time I thought to myself -- why am I even here?



I mean, I'm 37. I have shit to do, like the dishes. Also my floor needs to be swept. And truthfully, I felt like I was babysitting. It's just imo who gives a fuck if some kid bans you from his vampire chat room. There's only like nineteen thousand more out there, so I spoke up and told them that they're friends so either act like it or stop talking to each other. That was the short version. And then I left.



The last I heard they were working it out.



The last time I was in a chat room was when I was 26 and talking to all kinds of chicks. And I remember back then there was lots of fighting. Usually a couple girls arguing. But it's strange, it was kind of fun then, when i was 23,24,25 etc, but now that I'm 37, it's like wtf? Im out of here. This shit isn't even worth my time.



And when I was sitting here watching the aruments, I couldn't help but think to myself, 'look at these kids fighting'. Then it dawned on me, they're kids. They're in their early to mid 20's, and I'm 37. So that was the reason why I got diplomatic with them. It was either that or I told them to shut the fuck up you're giving me a headache. But I really like my friends, so I thought I'd hold off on the temper.



On a lighter note, I'm now drinking 1% milk.

I hate rob zombie movies, especially House of 1,000 Corpses. That was literally one of the worst movies I've seen. It's basically about four teenagers in the 1970's who decide to drive across country to find creepy roadside oddities, get captured and tortured and killed by an insane devil worshiping family, one of whom has had extensive plastic surgery done to her face and her boobs.



The end.



I find it odd that someone who lives in the middle of nowhere would get that much plastic surgery done to her.



But the thing is, the characters in the movie never change, nor do they escape. It has zero suspense, though I guess you could count the cop who gets a gun pointed to his head for a really long time before it's fired. As if I didn't know that was going to happen. Hell I was lucky I didn't fall asleep.



So, both the girls looked exactly alike, I couldn't tell them apart, especially while they were wearing the bunny suits. And I got confused at the end. The girl almost escapes, (the one with the long brown hair... no the other one), but then I guess she's captured again by the clown and ends up being operated on by dr. satan. If I got that right then shoot me.



So that's basically my take on the crap movie: kids getting tortured for thrills with some creepy pop-like guitar sounds thrown in for good measure.



Rob Zombie just basically took the horror genre and fucked it in the ass a hundred times and left it for dead half burried in a ditch, then expected smart people to feel entertained. Fucking asshole.



He should've stuck with music.

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Bijou
10:27 Apr 17 2011

I didn't like the movie when I first watched it, but after a few times of watching it the movie kinda of grew on me. Yes it does have some plot holes in it, and the sequal devisl rejects just sucked ass. And don't get me started on his versions of Halloween. I agree Rob Zombie needs to stick to music, and leave the horro movies to the pros.

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Im eating vanilla ice cream at the moment, talking to some friends on facebook and trying to find any vampires in my area, which i've never been able to find.



But 30 min ago I found this vampire online group that looked promising. I joined and told my friends about it. One laughed and said it's been long dead.



Damnit.



So, jokingly I said that I was going to go to starbucks and see if I can meet up with any vampires. Hell they don't have to be vampires, they can just like vampires. Anything. And I figured starbucks because who doesn't like starbucks?



I guess it could be trendy sounding, but who knows, I could meet someone who actually likes starbucks for their coffee, right?



Suppose I could ask myself the question, where would I go? The answer? Home. I'm at home now eating ice cream and talking with friends.



And the search continues. Maybe someday I'll come across some hot bubbly chick dressed in black with breasts spilling out of her top and a mesh g-string who likes a boring ice cream eating vampire that socializes online.



Meh!

There's a casket service at the other end of the building where I have my sign shop, which is ran by a mortician who used to manage a strip club up in Stockton. Actually the guy is a really easy going and out going guy, and very friendly. He also performs autopsies.



He lets my dad see some of the dead bodies that comes rolling in, but I can't see any of that stuff. I'm really not into viewing dead bodies for entertainment purposes, or for any other reason.



Anyway, so one day my dad was showing the mortician some pictures of some topless girls from the sixties and seventies that he likes to collect and the mortician mentioned that he use to run a strip club in stockton, I think it was de ja vu. And he told us how difficult the girls could be and so on and so forth. He even has a tattoo of a lipstick kiss on his neck. Heh.



So now he's married to an ultra religious wife and he himself found religion and now runs the casket and morg... er, place with a gay assistant.



They buy signs off of me and always seem very friendly. But still I have to wonder. How does a guy who managed a strip club turn around and become an ordained minister, run a casket store and perform autopsies?



I guess it's just one of those morbidly strange things I sometimes think about. :)

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TheArtistRose
10:21 Apr 17 2011

I liked it. :s

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I really wanted to write something else in here, but I was feeling down earlier and decided to take a nap around midnight and had one of those dreams that you would sometimes have when you're sick or something.



Like I said, I was feeling down and in my dream I remember being really sad laying in a bed in my supposed bedroom. Near a window I had older pictures and drawings of me that i've done in the past either tacked or placed on the wall. And I remember thinking to myself (in the dream) it feels like so long ago but also like it just happened yesterday.



So somehow I ended up driving down a busy road, and I've dreamt of this road before in other dreams. And the more I was driving the hotter it seemed to get, and the sun is blazing down on me. I look up at a light and I can't see if it's red or green so I slow to almost a stop and realize it was green, so I step on the gas and like 5 seconds later I start speeding up (don't dreams always do that?)



Then I barely make the light as I cross the intersection, and I think to myself, whew made it. So I continue to drive and all the traffic is now in front of me, and then I wake up and I'm laying on my back drenched in sweat.



Anyway, that was the dream I had.



After waking up I took the garbage to the curb, mailed off my gas bill, and finished doing my laundry.



Blah.

I remember back in around 2001 when I used to pratice wicca I had a number of good books in my collection. Of course I sold it all on ebay including Buckland's complete book of witchcraft. Just figured someone else may need it more than I.



So anyway, one of the books I read said in order to cleanse an object the best way to do so is to place it on to your windowsill so that the sun and moon light could reach it. And it said that the worst place to put it is underneath your bed.



Naturally I put these under my bed. The objects were amber and crystals. That night I woke up to the sound of some sort of distorted heavy talkng and or growling, and for a real long time I was listening to it. And I tried to ignore it but I was wide awake and still listening to it. So I eventually fell sleep, although seriously creeped out, and the next day I explained the situation to this pagan messageboard I used to frequent, and they told me to get rid of the amber and crystals, that there's dark spirits inside them. Especially the amber.



But I thought, hell no i paid for this shit.



So a week later I bought some more amber. I never experienced anything like that again, but of course I never put anything underneath my bed again.



So this leads me to the other night. I took a nap around 8 or 9 for about an hour, and in my sleep I was holding a conversation with someone. No idea who it was, whether it was male or female or anything. The I ended up waking up from it, and just as I woke up and opened my eyes, I heard what was a child's laughter and through the blanket (because i sleep with a fan) I felt my hair being tugged. Totally felt it on my scalp and everything. Then more laughter and it was gone when I rolled over to see what the hell, because I thought it may have been one of the cats. But they weren't in my room.



I still felt the sensation on my scalp, so i scrambled out of bed as fast as I could.



I've had similar experiences like this, but only a handfull if times, and most of them are deeply personal. Anyway, just wanted to share this.



Oh, and those same pieces of amber are in a baggy on top of a pile outside my bedroom door. I placed them there a couple weeks ago after rescuing them when one of my cats peed in a box of old paperwork and junk i had in my office.

I didn't really do much last weekend, except do some house cleaning and going to best buy to get a new cd. Anything. The latest cd I have in my collection came out around 2004, from project pitchfork. I used to like industrial dance, or ebm, like lords of acid, project pitchfork, skinny puppy, vnv nation, kmfdm and so on. and I also had stuff like danzig, powerman 5000, deftones, godsmack. but I was more into the industrial stuff rather than the rock.



The thing is, the industrial music got really old around 2003 - 04 - 05 and found myself very bored with it because a lot of the groups were sounding the same. And the reason why I started listening to the stuff in the first place is because it was different than the crap they play on the radio and rap.



Anyway, I remembered having slipknot and static x cd's and really i've found that im more interested in that now. So I went out and bought static x from 2009. I don't know if they have any new stuff but best buy doesn't have the greatest selection. They used to when they built one here in 2000, they had very hard to find stuff -- all the groups i mentioned above. But now they have four really short isles and their stuff isn't even in alphabetical order and thrown into one catagory. rock & r&b.



Nice.



So after an hour of searching I came up with static x, which i listened to as i drove home. and they sounded very good. I have a pair of kicker subwooffers behind the seat of my truck and and amp, and pioneers in my doors. Yeah, they sounded very good.



I decided to take the ebm stuff out of my truck and start to build up a new cd collection, and put the older stuff on my shelf. Except the first project pitchfork cd because it's more raw than the new stuff, so it still sounds good.

I never really had an awakening experience like i've been reading about lately online. It was like, I just knew. However, when I was around 25 - 26, I chose to ignore what I really was.



When I was 24, my then girlfriend knew what I was and was totally open to it. And liked it. But at the end of summer she decided to move to los angeles, I guess it was then that I started... forgetting.



I eventually got a new girl friend a couple of years later and she dug vampires a couple years prior but didn't believe in the existence, and i didn't blame her. Once she did ask me if I liked "pretending" to be a vampire while we were listening to the guns and roses version of the rolling stones' "sympathy for the devil". and I muttered a yes. and at one other time she carded me. I guess curious to see if i was really 26. I thought it was amusing and asked for hers but never read it and handed it back.



So that was pretty much that, and when we broke up a year later in 2001 my heart couldn't feel any more dead, and I hardly went online any more or talked with anyone else.



I mean, I've had a few girl friends since, but they were nothing like before. i dated a chick who had a kid but I knew that wasn't going to last, then dated here and there but nothing really worked out. So I decided to treat my interests with other cultures, religions and what-not and before i knew it, I felt, at least inside myself, completely dead. All the while I was having the same problems interacting with people and society, ignoring who I was and my senses.



I've always had great hearing. But it was around 21 - 22 that i started having sensitivity problems with the light. I'm 6'4" and at one time i weight 125lbs even though I ate way too much, especially fast food. But I would never gain a pound. For a while I thought I may have had cancer and was getting pretty scared, but I finally began picking up weight at 29... mainly because my gf at the time (the one with the kid) started feeding me pasta. Heh. I think that did it. But at the time I didn't know I was a psy vampire, so I guess that explained that. I had always been fit in high school and college by the way - I was athletic.



So i think that pretty much sums up my awakening and what i call my dormant stage, but recently in December I began having peculiar problems which I always knew that I would have one of these days. Well, those days have come. Sleep was my main concern.



I started going online again. First to web md :) then I stafrted checking out some vampire links, because I knew -- you know? And right away ran into some twilight stuff and all of that crap, and wasn't finding what i was looking for, so I gave up. Then I ran into a small vampire website and decided what the hell and joined it.



i stayed there for a few weeks, but never really became close to anyone. So I left.



And then it hit.



About three weeks ago I was just watching a movie on tv and it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks, that feeling of pure lonliness. It was as if something had reached inside my chest and crushed my heart with pure and complete dispair. And I cried for several days, and i don't cry. It was as if everything was revealed to me. you know, i wasn't a young person thinking to myself, well if i don't age by so and so, then i'll know for sure. Well that day was so and so and I felt like it was time for me to think about leaving. Because there's no one here who is ever going to help me. I've made friends online since, but it's not the same. they're not here, actually here. And never will be because they live in another state across the country, very very far away.



And although they have been good friends and a great support, I still feel very alone like I've always have been for all of these years.



So the questions remains, what am i going to do about it?

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JustinV
04:27 Apr 15 2011

Haha, been there with the whole "I thought this was 'done and over with' but it was just dormant."

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Back in 1998 a friend of my brothers came over to hang out. I stepped out of my bedroom to say hey and he freaked out and wouldn't walk near me for fear that I was a vampire. Okay, granted I am, but it's not like I advertised it or anything.



My brother tried telling his friend that I really wasn't a vampire and thought it was silly to even think so, and was even laughing at him. But his friend wouldn't budge.



Finally I told him that I'm not a vampire because I have a crucifix on my wall. (as if it matters but I was trying anything), and he eased up a bit. He then told me to hold it, so I removed it from the wall and held it in my hands in front of him. The crucifix was twelve inches long and made of steel.



Very cool looking, but back to the story....



My brother's friend finally relaxed and the subject never came up again. I guess he figured he was imagining things. I was 24 at the time and my bro and his friend were 21 - 22ish. So it's not like we were kids or something.



So this brings me to this next story. A few weeks ago I went to see my doctor for a follow up. The problem is, I don't sleep nights. Yes, I don't sleep nights. I can fall right to sleep during the day time, but for years and years I always had trouble sleeping nights, until finally last year in december I don't sleep nights any more at all.



So, the follow up was for my sleeping pills. I now need to take a prescription in order to fall asleep at nights. I mostly sleep for about four or five hours, but sometimes I'll end up sleeping for six or seven.



It feels good to go about the day without feeling like im living in a fish bowl.



So the nurse weighed me and took my blood pressure and blah blah, then she asked me what the follow up was for. I told her and she said hey you're still young. And she smiled.



I looked at her, shrugged and gave a little laugh, basically saying, I guess. The nurse then looked down at the folder with my paperwork and said, oh, you're a year older than I am.



I said, oh, and she said, I'm 36. And she couldn't keep her eyes off of me as she left the room. It wasn't like she thought I was hot or something lol, but more like she was amazed, and I think a little fightened.



You know, it's not like I wear black and put white powder on my face or anything. I don't wear anything out of the ordinary at all. Hell, I don't even wear the latest fashion or the latest fashion from ten years ago or anything. I basically wear blue jeans and old t-shirts because I work with a lot of inks, and on the weekends I'll wear a button-up shirt. Nothing punkish even remotely.



I don't think this journal entry really has a point, but I guess the older i get, the more reactions I'm going to get from people concerning my age. There may be a point in time when I'm going to have to lie about my age. You'd think the receeding hairline would give it away, but the thing is, I've always had a receeding hair line. I've had it since I was 21.



Nothing's changed about it, it's still just a receeding hairline.



Right now my brother's 35 and has less hair than I do, and he complains about it.

Today is April 1st and I got to spend it at work then at the realestate office. I had to get a hold of my old agent but you see he was on vacation, so I got hold of his assistant, and I told her what was up in a polite way, and she gave me some paperwork I asked for.



I then drove back across town to give the paperwork to my new realestate agent, who, in turn, already had the paperwork. I figured when he asked my financial loan agent for a certain number, she gave him that number, instead it was a higher number.



So, when I handed over the paperwork, he already had the same copy in his folder. Agh. So we talked houses for a few minutes then I left.



I went home and took a nap. I swear, I should be asleep during the day time.

I threw in this pic of me, i guess, because it's the only one handy and it looks pretty cool. But a real pic would be of me either sleeping or being slightly agitated at work. Because that pretty much describes myself best. Not throwing out devil horns. It's not like I go around giving devil horns wherever i go.



So whenever you think of me, just picture someone unshaven with bed head, or in some old clothes working with paints and fluorescent inks, because that's what im doing ninety percent of the time.



Maybe in due time i'll add a cool graphic with some dead guy on it or something-or-rather, but for now, it's me giving devil horns with one horn missing from the shot so it looks like im pointing at myself saying - hey, it's me!