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So, obviously, I’m a couple of days premature, but I’ve been thinking about Halloween. There’s some interesting history and cultural stuff over at Wikipedia. But what I wanted to do with this thread was invite people to discuss what scares them. I’m scared of Zombie girls (see over the fold).
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When you’re referring to “zombie girls” do you mean actual undead minions of Satan whom our hero has to slaughter on the way to destroying the evil demon to save the world?
If indeed that’s who you mean, yes l’m scared, because I’m inevitably going to be the nerd who provides the necessary advice on how to kill the evil zombie demon leader over the video link…just before the zombie sneaks up behind me, blood streaks the camera before cutting out…
For me it’s the scary music that builds the tension. A scratchy violin is the worst thing.
Second most scary is the killer jumping out from behind the whats-it to hack the unsuspecting.
Though what most p!sses me off is that in most horror films the hero(ine) inevitably goes into the scary situation alone and without a mobile phone when the most obvious and sensible thing would be to turn around and run like f()ck in the opposite direction
AWAY from the DANGER, not INTO the nest of spiders, wolfman’s lair, coven of vampiric nymphs, etc.
BTW: why do *zombie girls* always have perfect hair, make-up and nails when their skin’s hanging off in great reeking threads?
Just a zombie girl thing, I guess?
I get scared very easily. It was only recently that I stopped jumping on to my bed just in case there were gremlins underneath…
For this reason I avoid ever watching scary movies.
The sound of the Theremin scares the living shit out of me. I don’t know why the fuck I invented it.
Zombie girl looks like she may be into certain faecal culinary delights, AKA scat.
TISM scare me.
Defecate On My Face
Come home tired, what a day I've had
News ain't good from Stalingrad
I've been busy protecting the German race
So come on baby, defecate on my face
[chorus:]
So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Defecate on my face (x8)
Get to the bunker, looks like a stye
Turn on the TV, it's all one big lie
Here, Eva, have these prunes to chew
We have ways of making you poo.
(chorus)
Here come the Russians, it's near the end
Proud to say that my girl never used an s-bend.
What's that, Eva? Your bowel is on strike?
Then it's all over for my Third Reich.
(chorus)
Me thinks this somewhat less scatological tune from the Boomtown Rats is an antidote to TISM
(I Never Loved) Eva Braun
——Boomtown Rats
Are you really going out with Adolf?
I never loved Eva Braun (oh no?)
No, a thousand people say I did (oh yeah?)
Yeah, she was just some girl who was on the make (Yes, we see)
Boy she wanted to be so big.
And in the end it got to be a drag,
She’s doing her exercises every day
No matter what people say,
I never loved Eva Braun.
I never heard all the screams (oh no?)
I never saw the blood and dirt and gore (oh yeah?)
That wasn’t part of the dream, (yes, we see)
Of maps and generals and uniforms.
I’d always like the big parade,
I always wanted to be adored,
In ‘33 I knew I had it made,
I never loved….
Eva Braun wasn’t history,
She wasn’t even part of my destiny
She never really fitted in the scheme of things
She was a triumph of my will,
Oh yeah!
I saw the blondies and the blue eyes, (oh yeah?)
I saw the millions mouthing me, (oh yeah?)
But underneath I was really gentle, (oh yeah?)
D’ja ever see me touch a scrap of meat?
O yeah I conquered all those countries
They were weak an’ I was strong
A little too ambitious maybe,
But I never loved Eva Braun.
Gee!
*Taken from the album “A Tonic For The Troops”
*Written by Bob Geldof
No! No!
These song lyrics are just too scary!
Back on track, please!
Sorry Kimbo, I was just trying to clean up the act by distracting the *scat* freaks.
No probs!
How about some zombie lovin’ then?
Excitable Boy by Warren ZevonWell, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette's leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
Dig It Up - Hoodoo GurusMy girlfriend lives in the ground.
My friends ask why she´s not around,
She won´t come home.
I´m so alone (you´ll never know!).
You can´t bury love,
You´ve gotta dig it up.
Yeah, you´ve gotta live it up.
I take her flowers each day.
I place them over her grave.
I want her back
Because I look so bad, so bad in black
(Like a maniac)
You can´t bury love,
You´ve gotta dig it up,
Yeah, you´ve gotta live it up.
Please, darling, come home to me.
Well, I´ll make you so happy, you will see!
I´ll paint your room
In pink and blue
(I´ll even choose the colour scheme for you!).
You can´t take away my love
I´ll never give it up!
Yeah, I´m gonna dig it up.
(Don´t!)
(Don´t! I Don´t want to know!)
My girlfriend lives in the ground.
My friends, you ask me why she´s six feet down,
I can´t tell you why ´cos if I even try
I´d fall down flat on my face
And I´d cry, "You can´t take away my love!"
I´m gonna dig it up!
I´m gonna live it up, yeah,
I´m gonna dig it up, dig it up.
I´m never gonna stop
With that loving cup.
Gotta fill it up.
Warren Xevon is very acceptable!
Now Kim, you gotta admit, off topic, but very funny.
BTW: I love the old Zevo, he was a good pal of the late HST too.
and what’s not to like ’bout the HooGu’s
Nothin!
Just can’t stand TISM!
Police officers with breathanalysis machines, and nuns with guitars.
Perms.
This scares me. Not safe for work. (via Pharyngula)
Tramp stamps. The most crass and cheap fashion statement of all time.
They look like their wearer had a terrible accident wiping their arse.
Test
Speaking of zombie girls, the Lady Heather situation is descending into something unspeakable. From today’s Independent, leading with PM daughter Stella:
‘Stella, 34, who is heavily pregnant, reportedly screamed “I’ll kill the bitch” in a confrontation at the family home last week, after learning that Heather had accused Sir Paul of hitting her mother, Linda, during their marriage. Stella allegedly said: “I told you she was a bitch. Why did you marry her? She’s been a manipulative cow from day one. The cow won’t be happy until she destroys all of us and our memories of our mother.”
‘The quotes, made public in The News of The World today, will fuel acrimony in the multi-million pound divorce. The newspaper quotes a source close to the family claiming Stella compared her stepmother to “a pile of vomit” . The source said: “Stella would get so upset listening to her dad that she once said, ‘I don’t want to bring my child into the world with her as a grandmother. She’s a bitch from hell.’”
‘The newspaper claims that Stella told Heather she considered her “a money-grabbing bitch”, and that Sir Paul, 64, was now drinking heavily as a result of the events surrounding his divorce and the effect it was having on his family.
‘In a separate development, it was claimed last night that Heather is planning a Princess Diana-style “tell-all” primetime TV interview, and is in negotiations with the BBC and ITV.’
From nouvelle Posh to Princess Di reprised. Wow.
Let’s live stream it on LP.
Enjoy
Umbrellas. Tools of the Devil I say.
Since it’s now *officially* Halloween (well almost, I guess it starts at sundown), I thought I’d see if I could raise this thread from the dead.
Writing papers. Terrifies the bejesus out of me. Oh, and applying for jobs.
From Alternet: The 13 scariest people in America.
Third time lucky?
Howard being benevolent.
Costello smilling.
Abbott looking human.
Me and a bunch of my gothier friends did the Halloween tour of Dutton Park cemetary on the weekend. It was ok, but not as scary as being trapped in Hanoi Zoo alone in the dark and the rain, in the bird flu quarantined area trying to negotiate our way out via the local street gang…but i digress…
If you have a good request for a Halloween Poligoth, i just might be in an obliging mood.!