tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74540668830972182952023-11-16T06:24:06.972-08:00Lara's ThoughtsLara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-30850259739855399652009-11-26T01:05:00.001-08:002009-11-27T00:52:42.587-08:00Puke Flick of all time - Thicker Than Water<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z29rK1GEOAI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z29rK1GEOAI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-38493078599209164962009-11-25T15:19:00.000-08:002009-11-25T16:37:08.210-08:00Book Of Oya - The Final Etching<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjkKvNqQ41I6G06TeIdtoKpQWNo0lgdBHtaAGRLiSXVEI2bkarpMVKhagkEctGjZWusVDAk6nAe6cuGjYgFNg_MIKkyfvb_4jJM9JAwIk88_E3M1r1wp6SRt268NJQ3SI_StVy0YJPBc/s1600/GW809H548.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjkKvNqQ41I6G06TeIdtoKpQWNo0lgdBHtaAGRLiSXVEI2bkarpMVKhagkEctGjZWusVDAk6nAe6cuGjYgFNg_MIKkyfvb_4jJM9JAwIk88_E3M1r1wp6SRt268NJQ3SI_StVy0YJPBc/s400/GW809H548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408185446106674482" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5826. Greetings my Zesty Zombies. So this is it. The final Etching from the Book of Oya. It depicts Oya's years in the 'Bordello of Blood' in New Orleans. The vampires took her in and gave her a home. There she gave birth to a child. Yes, that's right, according to this book, vampires can breed! The child was human. Nuts. The book actually gets pretty involved with what vampires are and everything. It's kind of contrary to what we've been led to believe. According to the book, Vampirism isn't really something you can get. You have to be born with it. Vampires aren't really undead at all, rather they are like another species. Like an offshoot of humans. And they do age. Just very gracefully. About a year to every 30 ours.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX2XrEF5XWabDO1QGOYYfhaMQG-ttfQw0mspiC7cG0TKTMs5W0D1GvmXHtleyOdRrYsbV5csR_opg6dJkBrVgbjGJSykiZK-W80ZQyJSeoS3LjDHpoq05Nr1P1bOpo7oh_LbCGGD4gWY/s1600/o2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 64px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPX2XrEF5XWabDO1QGOYYfhaMQG-ttfQw0mspiC7cG0TKTMs5W0D1GvmXHtleyOdRrYsbV5csR_opg6dJkBrVgbjGJSykiZK-W80ZQyJSeoS3LjDHpoq05Nr1P1bOpo7oh_LbCGGD4gWY/s400/o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408187552495584866" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, according to the Oya was captured and studied by Freemasons so if it's true, the government probably knows all about them and has like some secret lab somewhere where they poke and prod vampires trying to figure out how to tame them and / or harness their powers. I can totally see it. It's a pretty cool book. About the size of a movie poster. Apparently there were only thirteen copies ever printed. Leave it to Max at the Freakatorium to find one. Crazy Max.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMriHpKpqB6bSqvW-6Ov8e13KmOvRO04EHI0N1MGSUl3eBfbkU7NrPDdA_3BPeMdfUOLJ_frZPQO_ZvzQMvz-WRHlyZkXqh66VFyWDqQJttHijzQCW3U5CUhaZKF_bP92bDj5yA5MsfwQ/s1600/o3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 78px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMriHpKpqB6bSqvW-6Ov8e13KmOvRO04EHI0N1MGSUl3eBfbkU7NrPDdA_3BPeMdfUOLJ_frZPQO_ZvzQMvz-WRHlyZkXqh66VFyWDqQJttHijzQCW3U5CUhaZKF_bP92bDj5yA5MsfwQ/s400/o3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408188430971024370" border="0" /></a><br />In other news, Time Magazine just called this 'The Decade From Hell'. I don't really have any other decades to compare it to but I still have to say that I concur. What a crap decade! terrorists, tsunamis, hurricanes, wars, economic collapse, George Bush, the Jonas brothers, Twatlight! It's been one thing after another. I'm pretty glad to see it go. Then again, maybe what's around the corner is even worse. I'm not feeling optimistic about the future. For one thing, our already overcrowded planet's population is going to like double in fifty years. Somehow, I think our best years are behind us. My generation has inherited an unsustainable society, an environment on the brink of global collapse - my 2012 prediction - the polar ice caps will melt creating giant tsunamis. Nothing devastates like a tsunami. The one in the Indian Ocean killed a quarter million people. The five year anniversary is coming up. Most religions have a Noah's Ark type myth involving a giant flood. Crazy that in my short existence I have already lived through a tragedy of biblical proportions. I think eventually they'll call us the 911 generation. The first generation of American realists. It's almost like with 911, we lost our innocence. Our world was no longer untouchable. Whether we want to admit it or not, a dark cloud settled over us that day. A cloud of paranoia and uncertainty. Mr. Bin Laden was definitely successful in that sense. He gave us a good slap across the face and woke us up to the reality of the rest of humanity. One of my fave indies is<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Open Water</span>. In it, this white American couple go scuba diving and get left behind by their tour boat. They see a boat in the distance but decide that it's too far to swim and that eventually somebody will find them. It's this attitude that separates us from the rest of the world. See, most people would be swimming towards that boat with every last ounce of effort they can muster. Americans just can't fathom real crisis. It just doesn't enter our lives.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwfFaBsKcEdIBfdxU3PI4e9iUU8DTjruElajQRM_HR6QBubQEkezHWToJ26VVQ6xpJ-n1GmnLEjPXhNaXBPn2TeEhnpIlfWoF7Oncmi72tVNzP7Pyj-clNgUfjq2EacU5Iu8xSFL8RJ4/s1600/o4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 84px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwfFaBsKcEdIBfdxU3PI4e9iUU8DTjruElajQRM_HR6QBubQEkezHWToJ26VVQ6xpJ-n1GmnLEjPXhNaXBPn2TeEhnpIlfWoF7Oncmi72tVNzP7Pyj-clNgUfjq2EacU5Iu8xSFL8RJ4/s400/o4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408189018895145346" border="0" /></a><br />I know I bitch a lot. And on this Thanksgiving, I'd like to give thanks to the crazy country that lets me do it, that gives me the luxury to rant about Twatlight and my stupid sister and people who talk too much, instead of worrying about what I'm going to eat tomorrow. Yes, Time, the decade has sucked. But at least we can still complain about it.Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-83363285566916951102009-11-24T02:51:00.001-08:002010-07-08T03:20:22.798-07:00Lara's Vampire Vineyard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQh2i5RQ4pt3rwUKTZOHAqIXC8gzJWtNKeR36Im2oh42odXlYZhT69-T5l6nceVNeInaaOPD3byyW4Hj7gEZfdlJz0NPnNHpj34DFJtkL-2bMm3xrPgnw_IBJ6s3qdgy2kYxjpIdXupk/s1600/34286_117802288265933_100001084875338_109036_8283799_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikQh2i5RQ4pt3rwUKTZOHAqIXC8gzJWtNKeR36Im2oh42odXlYZhT69-T5l6nceVNeInaaOPD3byyW4Hj7gEZfdlJz0NPnNHpj34DFJtkL-2bMm3xrPgnw_IBJ6s3qdgy2kYxjpIdXupk/s400/34286_117802288265933_100001084875338_109036_8283799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491476167201807378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineCWLaP7wtOUPSqvhlFwoLJqAwsDRPenlRf5WBZep6VELX2MeHFZwaQF0UY0in5vweOrYAKEblNgPFTwCh-QJCFXU0ENyhKtYJrvO5R6jA_kEFsmopTcL6F_wbGb22ZYKqAz0I9Ckfeg/s1600/Lara+Farm+Carnation.jpg"><br /></a>Welcome to my life. Day 5825. Hello my Yawning Yardbirds. Well it's finally finished. Lara's Vampire Vineyard on Farmville. I know. Get a life. But at least now I'm done with it. You have to have an end in sight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JlBV5gzxC_fzZIrkTv64uH_JbFcEF4h7l_4TkODexe3JwrMZGF1i3HYBT7EyAeWqCPzaUwGyP5v6vapj-NzWwH_rSgjA_SerhMeuBwMudJ0AhrSP6csRhm-s2qZA5o8UMFb56kDe598/s1600/34655_117803018265860_100001084875338_109039_688137_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3JlBV5gzxC_fzZIrkTv64uH_JbFcEF4h7l_4TkODexe3JwrMZGF1i3HYBT7EyAeWqCPzaUwGyP5v6vapj-NzWwH_rSgjA_SerhMeuBwMudJ0AhrSP6csRhm-s2qZA5o8UMFb56kDe598/s400/34655_117803018265860_100001084875338_109039_688137_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491476782858511922" border="0" /></a><br />I was reading this Eastern philosophy book the other day and the Swami or whatever he was said something like - "Attachment is the selfish focus on the outcome. Detachment is the selfless focus on the process." I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. It's one of those awful brainfucks. I personally feel that the outcome is pretty friggin important. Why is that selfish? But I get what he's saying. Love the effort, not the result. Well, this blog has been kind of an exercise in loving the process. Although maybe one day people will see it as an outcome. I mean, it is kind of a work of art, as presumptuous as that sounds. That's what we're doing. We bloggers! We're leaving a little piece of ourselves for posterity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w17u5qYtGOIf9PZ8Wlb5Jc6W4lVhop7qKGRNwRskJGEI3osL_YAO8jxav4MCj1ZPa7HmZBO5BA9cryIwEFAJ1uo8w0M_URWbfXI3Ov8xfiutHkwNyZaVYCcvE9cuvmgTb2MSnU8SZ2Q/s1600/34838_141352415881524_100000202989180_390095_4941985_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w17u5qYtGOIf9PZ8Wlb5Jc6W4lVhop7qKGRNwRskJGEI3osL_YAO8jxav4MCj1ZPa7HmZBO5BA9cryIwEFAJ1uo8w0M_URWbfXI3Ov8xfiutHkwNyZaVYCcvE9cuvmgTb2MSnU8SZ2Q/s400/34838_141352415881524_100000202989180_390095_4941985_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491476902534650306" border="0" /></a><br />One day maybe historians or archeologists or whatever might read them and try to figure out what sort of freaky effed up society we were living in. I like to think of these things from time to time. It is good to have a historical outlook on life. It helps to put things in perspective. Like how important really is Billy Mathews in the bigger scheme of things. Ten thousand years from now he will be a tiny speck on a tiny speck of a page of history that I gave him by writing about him. If he's lucky.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcMqV82ptVHHmxlXvunRjew3q_Hst4mM6QlXAwe9ZPFxB4AYahat-xbdGrR6uNdm3wZYhKyuitvTZbM1dNJQqf4v3V5Zsw7MsomLQ3KSgsgMdsKqufBVugnmwmahH2FEXliPuc1J8wVM/s1600/34923_117804808265681_100001084875338_109047_4918098_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcMqV82ptVHHmxlXvunRjew3q_Hst4mM6QlXAwe9ZPFxB4AYahat-xbdGrR6uNdm3wZYhKyuitvTZbM1dNJQqf4v3V5Zsw7MsomLQ3KSgsgMdsKqufBVugnmwmahH2FEXliPuc1J8wVM/s400/34923_117804808265681_100001084875338_109047_4918098_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491477157907934178" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, Oprah just announced she's retiring after next year. Another vicious blow to Mom's daily routine. It's amazing how that woman has made herself such an essential part of a woman's day. I'm every woman. Yeah, give me a break. Every woman is worrying about how to feed her friggin kids not what dress to wear to the Oscars. She's worth like a billion bucks, that Oprah! Every woman indeed. Maybe the hypocrisy finally caught up to her. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_imlgXGqkVoGewiHA-B_gZFPJZwpecC_pHLb5UxA9OtkLYxCzjrzSShFX1Kd7PSxizn3XCHQKsukIaXdVjMnimP-ozNPvyEhrDNgJDTBKCbbwtyd2NJ9cwoTJAUVT5EWl102dRnziOf4/s1600/20861_141352855881480_100000202989180_390097_8174850_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_imlgXGqkVoGewiHA-B_gZFPJZwpecC_pHLb5UxA9OtkLYxCzjrzSShFX1Kd7PSxizn3XCHQKsukIaXdVjMnimP-ozNPvyEhrDNgJDTBKCbbwtyd2NJ9cwoTJAUVT5EWl102dRnziOf4/s400/20861_141352855881480_100000202989180_390097_8174850_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491476605271403762" border="0" /></a><br />I think Mom needs to take up a new hobby. I wish she'd find herself some Bulgarian friends. She's so inside herself all the time. Sometimes I feel like I don't know who she really is. Like I've never seen her outside of her 'Mom' persona. I feel like there must be more to her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QXWoLVufATYCTDR-PXrA_rEhJoybYSkKGCnrgZN2e2HNn2kjkcDHUidqT2Dtm5g-hHb3YxQR1tqgx-jXV2j7ky7rrREyWF3TWldG-kCMjBoQAg2a3VHqZu7uZZ7yP7p2r3OCvikTqPk/s1600/36231_141356272547805_100000202989180_390105_4088877_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_QXWoLVufATYCTDR-PXrA_rEhJoybYSkKGCnrgZN2e2HNn2kjkcDHUidqT2Dtm5g-hHb3YxQR1tqgx-jXV2j7ky7rrREyWF3TWldG-kCMjBoQAg2a3VHqZu7uZZ7yP7p2r3OCvikTqPk/s400/36231_141356272547805_100000202989180_390105_4088877_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491477251205987074" border="0" /></a><br />Then again, maybe this identity is the only one she knows anymore. It's sad what happens to women. They become whatever society wants them to become. Just look at my stupid sister, Helen. Oh, did I mention Helen has declared herself a Twatlight Fan?! Team Jacob! Finally my two greatest nemesis unite. In general <span style="font-weight: bold;">New Moon </span>seems to be getting much better reviews than the original. Naturally I'm currently boycotting any movie theater screening it. Instead I have been spending most of my free time trying to get the Facebook people to create a 'dislike' button.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9slye75uKULamiVTfQclgtbSqo4WHA0C5d-4xPtAk2QBBig7BEf9Is-NqIlXZB661I6LVs7RdyWTFEI-iAUXK9FAN64Qk8hWyv_9E-AIhkzK4tniIUqkRFKoaT77AjxTPnJegOlflMQw/s1600/20852_141352049214894_100000202989180_390094_4083812_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9slye75uKULamiVTfQclgtbSqo4WHA0C5d-4xPtAk2QBBig7BEf9Is-NqIlXZB661I6LVs7RdyWTFEI-iAUXK9FAN64Qk8hWyv_9E-AIhkzK4tniIUqkRFKoaT77AjxTPnJegOlflMQw/s400/20852_141352049214894_100000202989180_390094_4083812_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491476498204572082" border="0" /></a><br />Our Birthdays are coming up. Mine and Helen's. December the 13th. Not my favorite event of the year. I'm sure she'll demand another party at home where I'll have to sit in the corner again. She's ruined pretty much every birthday I've ever had. She gets like a zillion cards from like pen-pals in India and whatever. I'll be lucky if I get two. This year I want a calf's heart for my Birthday. So I can perform this anal acne curse from You Do Voodoo by Herbert Hoviak. If you have a newborn calf, it's heart has to be removed precisely at midnight. Send it to me preferably dry-frozen. Here's Helen's House on my farm:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWwuVBbI-B8-_v2-jgbCn6sDCD6KL-1DQuidC9HvcdMg5FteEWC8wm5q4Ox-grp2SgSyjkLKyUUVpuKtGuLvuuh8JaDWroI-dVM8UA1Fi70GFkvkhS8IYSTNT0qIa-z8-s9QrtziaRaw/s1600/33422_117805091598986_100001084875338_109048_8131875_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWwuVBbI-B8-_v2-jgbCn6sDCD6KL-1DQuidC9HvcdMg5FteEWC8wm5q4Ox-grp2SgSyjkLKyUUVpuKtGuLvuuh8JaDWroI-dVM8UA1Fi70GFkvkhS8IYSTNT0qIa-z8-s9QrtziaRaw/s400/33422_117805091598986_100001084875338_109048_8131875_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491476696948593362" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, sad to say goodbye to Farmville. I leave you now with Anne Rice's House in Lara's Vampire Vineyard:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZUKFhHHNT0hG0Q_xbsJUN4C8qE9eb6gl8wOe-gKEJXtx-t1nHdMACFNrQFgy8d3QiU1wqKQC1m2zEKseyBAuk7hejPXTAaHq5UnaUTc3Jtt6WW0oUfb5VVy-y5pueiZSKJvMktcydkI/s1600/36702_117804384932390_100001084875338_109045_3132378_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZUKFhHHNT0hG0Q_xbsJUN4C8qE9eb6gl8wOe-gKEJXtx-t1nHdMACFNrQFgy8d3QiU1wqKQC1m2zEKseyBAuk7hejPXTAaHq5UnaUTc3Jtt6WW0oUfb5VVy-y5pueiZSKJvMktcydkI/s400/36702_117804384932390_100001084875338_109045_3132378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491477380081877282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcMGZlLQWVInM_aoFmsqxY-vNbO9suPDyNFMnN0tTLmEOSha9rkcbhbkbt04Uz4jK_GiM1VrwE8XvS601tM6cKCAawoE9qCU5ah51dK_pwN2VlDLmf3Ej2N1ZNmHqQThFbXCz4Q-wjvw/s1600/13536_104160366267396_100000202989180_111365_3789376_n.jpg"><br /></a>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-11570233530777500902009-11-23T18:12:00.001-08:002010-04-28T11:34:41.670-07:00Greatest Birthday Gift EVER!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MTmecQqvjSK0lKceu2_YZdoYJMsPLjnY1EjEO3oT0ja3XNjaIwY6-RXsQlNteSzaM90-hJusvcVYGeXR4_SIPEvT-WXQhwMWM9trBsU2Im_r1pY64ISVC68h16NPRsL-6DotkxfuQDA/s1600/Angel+Time+cover.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MTmecQqvjSK0lKceu2_YZdoYJMsPLjnY1EjEO3oT0ja3XNjaIwY6-RXsQlNteSzaM90-hJusvcVYGeXR4_SIPEvT-WXQhwMWM9trBsU2Im_r1pY64ISVC68h16NPRsL-6DotkxfuQDA/s200/Angel+Time+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465252708411910098" border="0" /></a>welcome to my life. Day 5824. Hello my Escommunicated Existentialists. I just got the greatest Birthday present I've ever gotten!!! I know, my Birthday isn't for another couple of weeks but Nobody is perfect. Here it is! A signed copy of Anne Rice's new book, Angel Time! From Anne Rice herself. It pays being a superfan. I'm going to read it immediately then let you know what I think.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kSqDYF-sojyowLPt1LWcYi8GMKH1EUNu3CS7OVtMIOqGm7BXPk7wKjB5mEvBUif-OxkUIalfMWNeqVOekTVxuvY6uxXHHYxnUVakBBVh25FyRVYio3N-iDeHwIVkbQqkfhi6mD6ET5M/s1600/Angel+time+signature.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1kSqDYF-sojyowLPt1LWcYi8GMKH1EUNu3CS7OVtMIOqGm7BXPk7wKjB5mEvBUif-OxkUIalfMWNeqVOekTVxuvY6uxXHHYxnUVakBBVh25FyRVYio3N-iDeHwIVkbQqkfhi6mD6ET5M/s400/Angel+time+signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465252332904070210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, so I just finished Angel Time. This is not going to be easy. Everyone knows I'm Anne's biggest fan and that I have an Anne Rice altar in my bedroom. That's why it pains me so greatly to see what I consider to be a waste of her remarkable talents. Yes, Lestat is my all time favorite book. I have read it over a hundred times. (that's saying a lot, seeing as I'm only 15 years old). In fact Anne's first three books are, in my opinion, the greatest books ever written, vampire or not. So I know what she's capable of. To me she will always be Madame Nightmare.<br /><br />Now I know Anne's been on this Jesus tip ever since Katrina and that's fair enough. To each his own. And I assume she believes she's doing God's work by spending all her time now preaching the Gospel. But if you want to know what I think, God has enough preachers of the Gospel already. Her dark gifts are so incredibly unique that NOT using them is a sin. My favorite quote is one by Red Skelton. "Talent is God's gift to you. Using that talent is your gift to God."<br /><br />Madame Nightmare, we miss you. You revolutionized a genre only to become just another voice in the choir. You owe it to yourself, and to God, to wield the powers you've been given. Be true to yourself. That's all God would ever ask of you.<br /><br />Your Superfan,<br /><br />Lara BaxterLara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-3974941414527042462009-11-22T02:38:00.001-08:002010-04-28T11:43:34.338-07:00Puke Flick MarathonWelcome to my life. Day 5823. Greetings my Wiccan Wackos. I really wasn't feeling school today so I pretended to be sick. To fake sick: sneak out on the roof about 40 minutes before parents wake up. Smoke an ENTIRE pack of cigarettes, one after another. Come inside. Cold shower, gargle Robitussen (to eliminate cigarette smell). You will puke right about when they wake up. Then you will be all pale, cold, and shaky. Parents are terrified of Pig Flu. They will keep you home for a week.<br /><br />Anyway, I've decided to entertain myself with a good ol' Horror marathon at Dad's expense. On Demand! Whatever, he won't get the cable bill till next month. Cross that bridge when I get to it. I think I was inspired by the<a href="http://www.horroruk.com/28/winners.php"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 28 Hours Later</span> </a>film festival and decided to have one of my own. Raymond heard about my endeavor and made a batch of his special brownies in support.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrATY66-iORzaxZ3iVuV0YxdxC6bqPUb1Y4CiqmcVtRHD045bSl_vFNeyR7ztkhd9uq2u4tm-o407-Gplgu3Wu7UpWRSLdKo-u7M2B0XbLxHgjUURN2gn3Kbw-NUzE1b-hvTUa6clptI/s1600-h/200px-Haunting_in_connecticut.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrATY66-iORzaxZ3iVuV0YxdxC6bqPUb1Y4CiqmcVtRHD045bSl_vFNeyR7ztkhd9uq2u4tm-o407-Gplgu3Wu7UpWRSLdKo-u7M2B0XbLxHgjUURN2gn3Kbw-NUzE1b-hvTUa6clptI/s200/200px-Haunting_in_connecticut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399953775824808498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Haunting in Connecticut</span>: Am I a jerk for thinking this is the stupidest title ever? Maybe they thought if they mentioned a specific location it would be scary because it sounds more real or something. Unfortunately, it just sounds lame, like when people give their dogs human names. “This is my dog Richard.” Assholes. Anyway, this is one of those haunted house movies where they tell you at the beginning that it’s based on a true story. Then they have stupid things happening like a ghost walking by in the background while the characters go about their business without seeing the ghost. And you’re like, ‘well if nobody saw that ghost, how the fuck do you know that really happened?” Morons. Also, I still haven’t forgiven Virginia Madsen for her stupid Oscar speech about grapes. BUT! It was entertaining. I have to say watching all the weird voodoo rituals was fun, and there was TONS of gore. I had nightmares about being burned alive that night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4hJ70v2Nol7GtCmfJlrkN8i-UNHTD-5iudy5GaHZB5DkoInwM2FkG1e2hBCEPMnGFPBU7ALg-_jLBLxdgHrnGvYx9g8IEuqVhuzMFeVK5_-Reke6Kcxophz2N0vGSJ0baVmV75qliIM/s1600-h/200px-Haunting_of_molly_hartley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ4hJ70v2Nol7GtCmfJlrkN8i-UNHTD-5iudy5GaHZB5DkoInwM2FkG1e2hBCEPMnGFPBU7ALg-_jLBLxdgHrnGvYx9g8IEuqVhuzMFeVK5_-Reke6Kcxophz2N0vGSJ0baVmV75qliIM/s200/200px-Haunting_of_molly_hartley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399953969288075602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Haunting of Molly Hartley</span>: This chick’s mom is in an asylum and she and her rich dad move to a new town where she starts having weird like terror-visions. And her mom keeps coming to her and saying there is something uber-fucked up about their family. This is one of those movies that wants to ‘keep you guessing.’ The problem with these movies is that you guess so many outcome variations that you’re pretty much never surprised. Anyway, if worth seeing, it’s for the scene when she breaks the popular girl’s face.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wENLTgIOVBFJxsiFncSE5mv0EkvA2WVT41PyI4TlenIYZ6NSTosuYAsL_4ga1NjCQoaUz4kFEpmoJKWEbyMlmz9ShIt8tmd8iOMbdsbDt3B_MbgrI4y8ihsAZSfLD-TRgFZWlBHGc2s/s1600-h/200px-The_Unborn_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wENLTgIOVBFJxsiFncSE5mv0EkvA2WVT41PyI4TlenIYZ6NSTosuYAsL_4ga1NjCQoaUz4kFEpmoJKWEbyMlmz9ShIt8tmd8iOMbdsbDt3B_MbgrI4y8ihsAZSfLD-TRgFZWlBHGc2s/s200/200px-The_Unborn_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399954218239793058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Unborn</span>: So this chick’s mom was in an asylum and then she killed herself. Now she lives with her rich dad. She starts having like, terror-visioins…are you thinking what I’m thinking? YES. ME TOO. You gotta think, with all the jackasses in the world writing screenplays, couldn’t they find a different PLOT. Whatever, the chick needs to find out why her family’s fucked up and fix it or else…I don’t know, she gets anally raped by Satan. I stopped paying attention. And what's with all these actresses looking like other actresses. Like that Kate Beckinsale clone in the latest <span style="font-weight: bold;">Underworld </span>movie. I think her name was Kate Smeckinshale. The chick in this flick looks like Jennifer Connolly. I totally thought that's who it was when I ordered it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoGI4hSoEDU5gv9oZpwWrleG42BubtG6P3jov6dnnqTKFEr7OdJjOdi3EYE6BzMNPCi2rRh2EsRzDrv1nIJa-Ew9-bcE7Uf54oR8SQLUjQUuptO8HfFMri0KRHMQspXjGAaZGrwk-HDQ/s1600-h/200px-Uninvitedposter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoGI4hSoEDU5gv9oZpwWrleG42BubtG6P3jov6dnnqTKFEr7OdJjOdi3EYE6BzMNPCi2rRh2EsRzDrv1nIJa-Ew9-bcE7Uf54oR8SQLUjQUuptO8HfFMri0KRHMQspXjGAaZGrwk-HDQ/s200/200px-Uninvitedposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399954370353225426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Uninvited</span>: So THIS chick is IN an asylum. Her mother died in a fire and had terminal cancer, but was not mentally ill (hoorah for the out-of-the-box-thinking here!) At the beginning the chick’s rich dad comes to pick her up at the asylum and bring her home, and tells her that while she was away he has married the whore-of-a-nurse who took care of her mom before she died. The chick starts to suspect that the whore-of-a-nurse killed her mom and is a serial killer. She sets out to find out who the whore really is. The chick is all like ‘arrrg I’m tortured on the inside and I’m suffering.’ Whatever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRA52ukdot3kN9iDB0xI-lUzkpRYbD9xaCbQ7i3PSiVx8XM2EuNMpG9OcRqliBnEEGiqcO2WOiT_K8GZ1iFUO0x7MW-qH5kCwB8wp4WtkvGIwItfcsYsOXw7oBRKWf0kk1LXGwzsUnDoE/s1600-h/200px-Wicked_little_things.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRA52ukdot3kN9iDB0xI-lUzkpRYbD9xaCbQ7i3PSiVx8XM2EuNMpG9OcRqliBnEEGiqcO2WOiT_K8GZ1iFUO0x7MW-qH5kCwB8wp4WtkvGIwItfcsYsOXw7oBRKWf0kk1LXGwzsUnDoE/s200/200px-Wicked_little_things.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399955187867319954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wicked Little Things</span>: OK so at this point I was pretty stoned, but this movie has the CUTEST kids in it. They’re all feral and savage ghosty-kids who rip people apart and eat them, but they’re dressed all Oliver Twist orphany cute. This movie almost made me want to have kids of my own some day. See these ghosty-kids are from 1912, when a greedy coal-miner left them underground to perish in an explosion so he could make off with the coal and not pay them for their work. Needless to say the little ghosties are PISSED. Good revenge flick. The main characters sucked- wanted them to die. But the kids rule.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_k_KByxPpHVesqiSM7Q9D3-uYrxOIZGFPq6YqUTRSbTAIsPxQydtIIDYMr2qRnEvRcA1eNSWPf6EaTU2DaVd0nyQbbvu18hcTJ1sGhl6umXqwf_Wm5v9c8ITrc6xpiUz2nI60ImipeA/s1600-h/200px-Enoughposter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_k_KByxPpHVesqiSM7Q9D3-uYrxOIZGFPq6YqUTRSbTAIsPxQydtIIDYMr2qRnEvRcA1eNSWPf6EaTU2DaVd0nyQbbvu18hcTJ1sGhl6umXqwf_Wm5v9c8ITrc6xpiUz2nI60ImipeA/s200/200px-Enoughposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399955339735007826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enough</span>: I don’t know why I thought this was a horror movie. I realized later that I had accidentally somehow changed the channel from Movies on Demand to Oxygen. Anyway Jennifer Lopez is an abused wife. It’s pretty great at the beginning because her husband punches her in the face. Then a little later he kicks the living crap out of her. Then it’s boring, boring, buzzkill, boring, then suddenly at the end she becomes a badass and WRECKS his shit. That part was enjoyable. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhZ3iCCYC_jVvl2QEdD8g9NenIUK0ZPLQtKkGxWI9OpHaiS1elddi5UdSbywKtq3nb5f1Rb3KPwRR5WCg6xb07Cn9AsWeUKslb1W7-ulq9MB15_uG0X___L8ikMKETVaFkImUvQEPZoE/s1600-h/200px-Thepassionposterface-1-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifhZ3iCCYC_jVvl2QEdD8g9NenIUK0ZPLQtKkGxWI9OpHaiS1elddi5UdSbywKtq3nb5f1Rb3KPwRR5WCg6xb07Cn9AsWeUKslb1W7-ulq9MB15_uG0X___L8ikMKETVaFkImUvQEPZoE/s200/200px-Thepassionposterface-1-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399955645815126882" border="0" /></a> Is that Jesus? Yeah, Jenny's married to Jesus! The guy from <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Passion Of The Christ</span>. Best Horror movie ever, by the way, in my opinion. Took torture porn to new heights. Still waiting for the sequel. They totally hinted at it when his shadow like comes back from the dead at the end. What do you think? <span style="font-weight: bold;"> The Revenge Of The Christ</span>? When Christ is like some crazed zombie killer out to get all the Jews? Yeah, I'd go see that!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Sell the Dead</span>: I eat another brownie. Blazed again. There is a pretty amazing scene in this movie with a vampire waking up and dying again like three times. It’s hilarious. Especially if you’re stoned out of your brain.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8tynCy2l7LEid7XgN5Ik88k4UCrrQief8yxaJGqaHepAEQaDLSDdekAe_GLwSDmdSYpbgjbSiHJwJOp9-kCZhkVzNoZ4RgCPtHf_bimUDw8UbtdvHlRuXFeJg2wYxL-MBCSAJVByFxM/s1600-h/200px-Orphan_Poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8tynCy2l7LEid7XgN5Ik88k4UCrrQief8yxaJGqaHepAEQaDLSDdekAe_GLwSDmdSYpbgjbSiHJwJOp9-kCZhkVzNoZ4RgCPtHf_bimUDw8UbtdvHlRuXFeJg2wYxL-MBCSAJVByFxM/s200/200px-Orphan_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399956346580487874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Orphan</span>: A lot like <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Good Son</span> with Macauley Culkin, except I guess an evil little Russian girl is way more likable than a creepy blondy boy. Anyway I’m running out of steam here, people. There is a stupid twist at the end, but I really didn’t see it coming and it was pretty funny. You of course root for the evil little kid. OK gore factor. Nun-murder.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Saw</span>: torture porn<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saw II</span>: torture porn<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saw III</span>: torture porn<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saw VI</span>: torture porn- fun to watch a pirated copy Ray picked up for me in NYC from a sketchy dude in the subway. Ray is nice to me because he knows I know he’s gay.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRBfJO04OVLKtrpiG7ZlC5YWMa6Ld6w9VlIBlkv-FfIKVHsnZ5QQbFwAJctayKSjrikKU1Qtgmv3uhPxmdd-S0JQtiO5PyJcedZDHRLEkf5p0HoDRKpa5YKvVG38jTGRfYzHIUVr1SU0/s1600-h/200px-HardCandy_movieposter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRBfJO04OVLKtrpiG7ZlC5YWMa6Ld6w9VlIBlkv-FfIKVHsnZ5QQbFwAJctayKSjrikKU1Qtgmv3uhPxmdd-S0JQtiO5PyJcedZDHRLEkf5p0HoDRKpa5YKvVG38jTGRfYzHIUVr1SU0/s200/200px-HardCandy_movieposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399956019819299250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hard Candy</span>: AMAZING. Made me kind of want to make out with Ellen Page. Although she does not look my age! I don't know how she keeps getting away with it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Away We Go</span>: TERRIFYING. Stoned again. Meant to demand something else. This was the scariest of the lot. Pretentious. All contrived ‘moodiness.’ Made me NEVER want to be in my thirties. Might have to pull a Kurt Cobain.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />District 9</span>: Totally awesome. Sad at times though. Haven’t cried this hard since<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Turner and Hooch</span>. Wait, didn't I already review this movie? Whatever, it's much better on brownies.<br /><br />Whew! I'm pooped! I think I need to detox. Throw on my Buffy DVDs for a while. Yes, Buffy rules! Fuck off!Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-57373510098381379492009-11-21T20:58:00.000-08:002009-11-25T17:49:35.542-08:00Oh, snap! Anne Rice disses New Moon!<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik28KC9ndLJAT_lkdjCLqyUHoMaYuLkf_mejnehYGbXgZTX5ZbuyB7LvhHZKyZ9DAsoZIeOYUpa7-jyA4196KqExfrFEvjn18dnPbHxhT5SQtvHpWrMY246DUSbhvqtirvIgmysGi4VQs/s1600/261016_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik28KC9ndLJAT_lkdjCLqyUHoMaYuLkf_mejnehYGbXgZTX5ZbuyB7LvhHZKyZ9DAsoZIeOYUpa7-jyA4196KqExfrFEvjn18dnPbHxhT5SQtvHpWrMY246DUSbhvqtirvIgmysGi4VQs/s400/261016_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408221301437097522" border="0" /></a><br /></span><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:85%;">Welcome to my life. Day 5922. Greetings my Venomous Vampires. So Anne Rice, on her Facebook Fanpage said the following<span style="font-style: italic;">:</span></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >Please understand, I am not "comparing" Jane Eyre or Rebecca to Twilight and New Moon. I am saying that the films I saw, Twilight and New Moon, are in the tradition of female romance. Bronte and De Maurier are outstanding examples of that type of novel. I can't judge Ms. Meyer's work as I haven't read it. Of course these movies are for very young teenagers. That is part of their intent.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:85%;">Did you hear that? She called Twatlight baby stuff! Notice the emphasis on 'very' young teenagers. What's that, like, eleven? Twelve? I think a thirteen year old would already feel kind of insulted about being called a 'very young teenager'. I'm 15 and I sure as hell ain't no very young teenager. The fact that it's a little Mills and Boon for little girls is kind of sick! I mean these readers are going straight from Judy Bloom to Twatlight! And that's what grown ups don't get. It's not us outsiders that are into these books. It's the popular kids that are into it. They form whole societies around it. Like some kind of<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Dungeons and Dragons </span>for lonely heart teenage girls. Personally, I can't bear the fact that emotions have become such a group activity. I mean, seriously! Nothing is sacred anymore. It used to be the boys that would kiss and tell. And the boys? Well, I kind of feel sorry for them. None of them will ever measure up to these deluded dreamers' idea of masculinity. I think some real damage is being done here. On a mass cultural scale. We're going to have a whole generation of hopelessly romantic women, all of whom will be able to trace all their problems to the day some so called friend passed them a copy of<span style="font-weight: bold;"> New Moon</span>. I'm telling you, this is a massive step backwards for the Women's movement. That is the danger of Twatlight. Not what the Catholic Church is griping about, which is basically that it's witchcraft or whatever. In regards to that Anne says<span style="font-style: italic;">.<br /></span></span></h3><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >I'm not criticizing the Catholic church because the Pontifical Council on Culture criticized New Moon. I'm simply amazed that the Vatican took any notice at all of <span style="font-weight: bold;">New Moon</span>. I've never been noticed by the Vatican, and I never expect to be. I think it's kind of...well...interesting that <span style="font-weight: bold;">New Moon </span>caught their attention.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></h3><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br />If I didn't know better, I would say that Anne was a tad jealous of the Twatlight phenomena. Of course Anne has nothing to prove to anyone. And as if twenty million twelve year old raving female fans are any kind of measure of greatness. Don't sweat it, Anne. Stephanie Meyer has nothing on you. And don't stoop to read the books. They are unworthy of your brilliant mind.<br /><br /></span>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-52505966919722703542009-11-20T07:40:00.001-08:002010-04-28T11:40:02.168-07:00My first review gets published!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXV54iqeyWDp9wxIu68_Jep8usYFKa1jCJsVzPkdJOfkfmTGMaU1y3v8uNGGi51GHiqu4RkPAHNkbsRqtVWvcCoPn8KuAJgU6GRhVBbu5yRgUgLJhfkRtnvnkKpuGopSgIN2o_Z43tVQ/s1600-h/Mavra1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXV54iqeyWDp9wxIu68_Jep8usYFKa1jCJsVzPkdJOfkfmTGMaU1y3v8uNGGi51GHiqu4RkPAHNkbsRqtVWvcCoPn8KuAJgU6GRhVBbu5yRgUgLJhfkRtnvnkKpuGopSgIN2o_Z43tVQ/s400/Mavra1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411580221386703650" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5821. Greetings my Undead Underlings. Guess what?!! Yours truly has just had her first review published! Yeah!!! How cool am I? I mean, somewhere other than my blog. Here's the link:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mymavra.com/apps/blog/show/2262345-lara-s-thoughts-thankskilling-">MYMAVRA.COM<br /></a><br />The site is really cool, too. They'll do like multiple reviews of flicks and put them all together wo you can get different viewpoints. And they have great interviews that can go on for like several days and all the site members can ask questions and the interviewee can like answer them whenever he or she gets around to it. Pretty novel approach. I'm very excited about this. They say your first is always the hardest. Not that I want to be a film critic or whatever. I want to be a novelist. Yeah, I know, I was toying with the whole screenwriting idea but in the end I think I just want to follow in Anne's footsteps. I know I'll never be as good but I can't be any worse than Stephanie Meyer. New Moon is breaking all kinds of records at the box office. They say when the smoke clears it might give Titanic a run for its money as the biggest grossing film of all time. Unbelievable. I'm so embarrassed for my sex. How could we stoop so low. Millions upon millions of pubescent females descending upon local multiplexes with the fervor of religious fanatics. I half expect them to start walking around the theaters in a circle ala the Haj. Psycho zealots! All to see another vampire vs werewolf fairy tale. I refuse to fall in line! Twatlight will never get me! As long as there's such a thing as good taste in this world there will be those of us fighting the ilks of the romantically challenged, culturally bankrupt and morally askew Twatlighters! We few! We sad, sad few! We will hold firm against the waves of bobby-soxer delirium! We...<br /><br />Oh, I give up! What's the use? Not like I'm going to change anybody's mind out there. It is what it is, I suppose. It's just no fun even being a Goth anymore! It's like the whole reason I became a Goth was to rebel. Now I have to rebel against other Goths. AAARGHH! Fuck you Stephanie Meyer for selling out my genre! It was never meant to be this effing popular! We're effing misfits for Chrissake! I think I'm going to go and mope.Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-52723230325893221582009-11-19T03:12:00.000-08:002009-11-19T05:18:42.063-08:00Slayer, Testament, Megadeath!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVG421z01sN7OOhir8btOlbd0G8QCvi2QvegcnbOJaYbOxkIA1hobMsQHplDvarEFTfOS-fc3jGHf4L994tIg0wpppRQbZjdGCIQDKZf8XiMN_O7lu-YzR5OalucipHmM73Rr58p4TFl8/s1600/58193-slayer_55_01l.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVG421z01sN7OOhir8btOlbd0G8QCvi2QvegcnbOJaYbOxkIA1hobMsQHplDvarEFTfOS-fc3jGHf4L994tIg0wpppRQbZjdGCIQDKZf8XiMN_O7lu-YzR5OalucipHmM73Rr58p4TFl8/s400/58193-slayer_55_01l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405802878060664546" border="0" /></a>Welcome to my life. Day 5820. Hello my Tea-Totaling Tele-Tubbies. Don't know what to write about today. I'm studying like crazy for stupid exams. No time for pleasantries. So I'm letting everybody know about the most awesome concert tour to come in a while. It's called the American Carnage Tour. SLAYER, TESTAMENT and MEGADEATH! Those are like three of the best bands EVER! I'm so there.<br /><br />Check it out:<br /><a href="http://www.metalunderground.com/news/details.cfm?newsid=50245"><br />METAL UNDERGROUND</a><br /><br />I sort of have a new friend at school. She's the new kid. Her name is Melissa. I don't know though. She talks a lot. I mean, a lot. What's up with people who talk a lot? Like, if you don't stop her, she'll just keep going. She'll, like, tell you what she had for breakfast. When you think about it, people like that make awful friends. It's really just a sign of self-centeredness. Think about it. You just don't care about the other person in the supposed conversation. If you did, you might, like, stop and ask a question or something. I'm always asking questions. Because I care. As if. No, I don't think I can be friends with Melissa. She's a huge Anne Rice fan and everything but it's not like she can tell me anything about Anne Rice I don't already know.<br /><br />In larger news, the U.S. Senate is about to vote on Obama's Health Care Bill. The House O' Reps already passed it. Obama's presidency is basically hanging on this thing. It's like he went all in with his first hand. Crazy. If it passes his presidency is already a roaring success. It's historic. If not, he will be seen as an ineffective president. And it will just be remembered as a little footnote. And it's all hanging on a couple of rogue Democratic Senators. Very exciting stuff. It's funny, the rest of the world is kind of dissing Obama already. The Asians this week pretty much told him to stick it. America's might is not what it was. China is our Daddy, now. We owe them a whole mess of chopsticks. Even the Japanese want us to get our troops out of there. Guess that's what you get when people get to see the Emperor's new clothes. Our financial collapse has seriously chinked the old armor. Cause it's all an illusion, man. The whole friggin thing. Like the Matrix. Dad explained it to me. He works in a bank. The money doesn't really exist. It's all debt. If everyone suddenly tried to take their money out of the bank at once, it wouldn't be there. Cause only like 1% of it actually exists. That's just nuts!<br /><br />Also, Killing Boxx is having a contest for signed Wicked Pixel DVDs! Check it out:<br /><a href="http://www.killingboxx.com/contests/WP_Contest.php"><br />KILLING BOXX CONTEST</a><br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-NdSH6Lkvk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-NdSH6Lkvk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-58432210343569728322009-11-18T05:51:00.001-08:002010-05-04T10:59:59.857-07:00Anne Rice and the Shroud of Turin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBEbxzehEd0Qi2TIJkSfCxytd3ZRjHAPNhxIOnvAfIKV6Rpdk9ypZ_MzYb1mH__bcd1TI_icDEz42NhlbCdCObHgmMYTjdDDT6gnUuwYNIFjl97DiSPBVJnpi4-rhb8KV8eliLw62yBk/s1600/330px-Shroud_positive_negative_compare.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBEbxzehEd0Qi2TIJkSfCxytd3ZRjHAPNhxIOnvAfIKV6Rpdk9ypZ_MzYb1mH__bcd1TI_icDEz42NhlbCdCObHgmMYTjdDDT6gnUuwYNIFjl97DiSPBVJnpi4-rhb8KV8eliLw62yBk/s400/330px-Shroud_positive_negative_compare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467474071352938978" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5819. Hello my Sanctimonious Salamanders. What is the world coming to?! Anne Rice is so engrossed in her Jesus studies, I'm starting to worry about her. On her Facebook page she writes:<br /><br />"The Shroud of Turin is such a delicious mystery. The photographs made from it, the different studies, the questions as to its authenticity, all conspire to make it an enduring focus of attention. I wonder if we will ever know what it really is."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3M92dK2ZtVC9-Pwds9kPRfKv1ogOq-_2v_XjQarFZpRxf-1VrrNvno976_yPX-XaPG8ISOYQ8WCBeH-goKzI-Zz-_vghqiTC9n9-Yl1HwCK6A6A3ZxilJV3IWXvp-cd6ACnS8ulLpT4/s1600/shrdbig2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3M92dK2ZtVC9-Pwds9kPRfKv1ogOq-_2v_XjQarFZpRxf-1VrrNvno976_yPX-XaPG8ISOYQ8WCBeH-goKzI-Zz-_vghqiTC9n9-Yl1HwCK6A6A3ZxilJV3IWXvp-cd6ACnS8ulLpT4/s400/shrdbig2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467472203319876082" border="0" /></a><br />For those not in the know, the Shroud of Turin is supposed to be this sheet that was covering Jesus after his death and basically his image got imprinted on it.<br /><br />My response:<br />Can I just point out that radio-carbon dating tests on the 'shroud' place the origin of the material it is printed on about a 1000 years after Christ's supposed existence? But who would let a little thing like science get in the way of blind faith. While I'm at it, can I point out that the Jesus myth is actually a rehash of the Egyptian Horus myth? <span class="text_exposed_show"> Complete with virgin birth, crucifixion and resurrection. Jesus' birth also coincides with the exact moment of the beginning of the Age of Pisces (which we are now in). Anyway, you have to question the rationality of persons who treat religious text as historical record. I don't even trust so-called historical record of the very recent past. Like did we really go to the moon a mere 7 years after we first went into space? Logic would preclude at least fifty years before technology was so capable. And they'll have us believe that that little bubble wrapped in gold foil is all it took? If you buy that, I've got a bridge in Brooklyn that's on sale.<br /><br />Here's a picture of our flag waving proudly on the moon (on which there is no wind).<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWP4HoRLN-o_q__7s_1vJbb2oCtSZeDumI1AqimNa5nhD2Jy15NKWu38Fc6nTUgvkOhP-TNip2wE806bNz8cwaMSXi5ffUoE9-Lpm-u9Nb8Y1ik1g8C1rrHfVJXJg5rNFkvBmOZlNKLWw/s1600/090716-01-moon-hoax-flag-waving_big.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWP4HoRLN-o_q__7s_1vJbb2oCtSZeDumI1AqimNa5nhD2Jy15NKWu38Fc6nTUgvkOhP-TNip2wE806bNz8cwaMSXi5ffUoE9-Lpm-u9Nb8Y1ik1g8C1rrHfVJXJg5rNFkvBmOZlNKLWw/s400/090716-01-moon-hoax-flag-waving_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467476052682400098" border="0" /></a><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />But I digress. I'm not saying there isn't a God. I'm just saying that the arrogance it takes for someone to claim to 'know' God astounds me. Believe all you want. Believe in something. Something greater than us. Something purer. Just don't try to speculate what 'it' is. Appreciation of its un-knowability is the true essence of faith. Anything else amounts to nothing more than the chasing of one's proverbial tail. </span>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-39198643963892317862009-11-17T04:00:00.000-08:002009-11-17T04:20:20.942-08:00Puke Flick Review - Thankskilling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3T8FMjPjt_JniziSTAxtPlbR2Tq0AbOSrZtGwpWcoAEfXRzeJbH9TRK-p5BRA99EnG11j-806mmuYd04Orrwl1I3hyygsAWp5ssKD2i9UWqT8gVVSAc44bhOA7O2w0jRmLlhvPeFlQY/s1600/n100000004586397_1172.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz3T8FMjPjt_JniziSTAxtPlbR2Tq0AbOSrZtGwpWcoAEfXRzeJbH9TRK-p5BRA99EnG11j-806mmuYd04Orrwl1I3hyygsAWp5ssKD2i9UWqT8gVVSAc44bhOA7O2w0jRmLlhvPeFlQY/s400/n100000004586397_1172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405042349823183314" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5818. Hello my Raunchy Reindeer. Okay, so being a privileged member of the media, I was lucky enough to receive an early screener of Thankskilling. It comes out today and I strongly recommend that you stuff this one into your DVD collection. Only one thing. If you plan on watching it on Thanksgiving, I'd do it before dinner.<br /><br />This is shlock horror at it's very best. It's like <span style="font-weight: bold;">Meet the Feebles </span>meets <span style="font-weight: bold;">Toxic Avenger</span> meets <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rocky Horror </span>meets Triumph the Insult Comic. Turkey is hilarious! Granted if you're looking for some profound realism, you won't be finding it here. This is pure horror farce. Like when Turkey kills a guy while he's doing his girlfriend from behind then takes over. When the girlfriend finally realizes what just happened, turkey says, "Ha ha, you've been stuffed!" Ha ha indeed! Or when Turkey rips off this girl's father's face and then wears it ala Leatherface and fools everyone. "Hello, Daddy," the daughter says. I mean, this is a turkey, we're talking about! I was rolling on the floor the whole time. It might've helped that Raymond made some of his special brownies beforehand. He said the occasion definitely called for it. And boy was he right! I haven't had this much fun since Lionel's mother's ear fell into the pudding (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Dead Alive</span>).<br /><br />The gore is splatterricious! Turkey doesn't really have a modus operandi per say, he likes to mix and match, get creative in his kills. But kill he does. Everyone. The cast is suitably over the top with a group of overgrown teenagers leading the charge. The flick is totally indie so it has that sweet rough around the edges low budget feel that I've always felt actually gives these flicks character. You can tell the guys that made it really had a good time doing it. I mean, it's not the kind of flick I'd make but then I'm a broody Goth and they're nutty shlock guys. Well, done, fellas. 360 degrees for five hours. That's a turkey joke.<br /><br />Anyway, this movie is made with unquenchingly bad taste and a shamelessness rarely found in movies. If you're into your exploitation, you owe it to yourself to get this one:<br /><br /><a href="http://thankskillingmovie.com/">THANKSKILLING</a><br /><br />I give it 5 stars. 4 if you're out of weed.<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOjSRoxc6mg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOjSRoxc6mg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-7573803745762948032009-11-16T04:54:00.000-08:002009-11-16T05:31:58.808-08:00Awesome Person of the Week - Will Phillips<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifu5RXLAIkSTYCBDh-yoK2MLyqHXMJ54wEQRRSqqTtRbV3gXzJ5M7iGg0EPTNY4moaVR4yq6v66zmIJhoVWPzD9ZtUKxpI9unE_pIpS0Oeeuawa0PjB_v2xq1cnwc0OFij3yLuSWgjyHo/s1600/s-WILL-PHILLIPS-large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifu5RXLAIkSTYCBDh-yoK2MLyqHXMJ54wEQRRSqqTtRbV3gXzJ5M7iGg0EPTNY4moaVR4yq6v66zmIJhoVWPzD9ZtUKxpI9unE_pIpS0Oeeuawa0PjB_v2xq1cnwc0OFij3yLuSWgjyHo/s400/s-WILL-PHILLIPS-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404690920555071746" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5817. Hello my Quirky Queers. This week I bring you Will Phillips, an awesome Arkansas ten year old who actually REFUSED to say the pledge of allegiance! Why didn't I ever think of that? He was protesting Gay Rights of all things! He says all people are not equal in this country because Gays can't marry! He's ten freakin' years old! Will's all over the news now. He and that Miss California beeyatch should have a debate. That should be a new show - Are you dumber than a supermodel? Ha Ha Ha! He's not gay, by the way, although all the kids at school have started calling him 'Gaywad.' When asked what that meant, he said it "was some sort of discriminatory name for homosexuals." And Dad didn't put him up to it like Balloon Boy's dad. Will just happens to be a very intelligent little man. He skipped third grade! I did too, actually. So did Helen. Actually she skipped 4th, just to get even with me. Lately my grades have dropped. I just don't care anymore. Certain subjects just piss me off. Like Math! What the hell am I gonna do with Math?! People don't count anymore! Anyway, I'm a creative person. I know, I'm one of those dreamers who thinks her shit don't stink. So fuck it! I am! If I can't make a living being creative I'll be a crazy bag lady. Damn it, I know I can write. At least as good as Stephanie Meyer. That bitch never wrote a damn thing before <span style="font-weight: bold;">Twatlight</span>. I've written like ten short stories and am starting on a zombie script. I think scriptwriting is easier that prose. I mean, the only time the writer really gets to shine is in the dialogue. Everything else is just autowrite. Anyway, we should be able to choose our subjects. Like they do in college. What, we're not smart enough to figure out what the hell we want to do with our lives at our age? You think Will Phillips doesn't know? Can somebody say, Politics? Maybe one day he runs against one of the Obama girls for Pres. I can see it. Go Li'l Will Phill! Say that ten times real fast.<br /><br />Anyway, here's the article in<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/11/12/10-year-old-wont-pledge-a_n_355709.html"> Huff Post</a>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-27142935140148650462009-11-15T02:59:00.001-08:002010-05-31T23:30:02.055-07:00Superfan gets UGLYWelcome to my life. Day 5916. Hello my Portly Porpoises. So for the past 2 days I've been having this online brawl with this lamo skank named Lisa French on the Superfan Site. The bitch has no life and has decided to take me on as the Anne Rice Superfan! Can you believe it?!!! Moi?!!! Everybody knows I'm the true Anne Rice Superfan! This poser slut has over 700 Superfan pages and just figures she's going to usurp Anne Rice too! Not a chance! I will take this to the Supreme Courth if I have to! I think she's like a shut-in or something. Who the hell has that much time on their hands?! I'm starting a Facebook hate group against her. I'm sure some of my close to 4000 friends on Facebook will assist. I plan to make her life hell until she gives up the Anne Rice Superfan page!!!<br /><br />Anyway, here's a transcript of our altercation:<br /><br />Me:<br /><br /><div class="activityLabel feedEventBubble"> "There can only be one Anne Rice superfan! That's me!" </div> <div class="sfThumbWrap"> <div class="relWrap"> <a href="http://superfan.com/fave/Anne_Rice"><img class="srcXSM grayBox" title="Anne Rice" alt="Anne Rice" src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/014/1014045XSM5104791835.jpg" /> </a> </div> <div class="thumbDes thumbMed shorterDes"> <strong>Anne Rice</strong> </div> </div> <ul class="commentsList" style="clear: both;"><li id="comment_1199239" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <div> <br /> <div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199239"> hmmm hard to believe you're "the true Anne Rice superfan" when you haven't done anything to improve her profile page... it would be great if you were to upload some pics to show your support! :))))<br /> </p></div></div></li><li id="comment_1199546" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199546"> hmmm. Get a life. Skank. </p> </div></div></li><li id="comment_1199551" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div> <div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199551"> lol that's no way to talk to someone who congratulated you on leveling up! Perhaps if you were nicer I would let you keep Anne Rice! :)) </p></div></div></li><li id="comment_1199622" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"><img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199622"> I've read the vampire chronicles over a hundred times! I have a blog dedicated to Anne Rice! You have two hundred other superfan pages! </p> </div></div></li><li id="comment_1199636" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"><a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"><img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199636"> I've been reading Anne Rice novels since I was in high school 24 years ago - and I have over 700 SuperFaves... so what's your point exactly? </p><br /></div></div></li><li id="comment_1199659" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"><a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"><img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199659"> OMG! I'm in high school now and my Mom says I'm too old for this stuff. Are you like a shut in? Get out and get some air! </p> </div></div></li><li id="comment_1199668" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"><a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"><img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1199668"> you are only 15 years old yet claim to have read a 10-part book series, hundreds of times... and you tell me to get some fresh air? LMAO!!! </p><br /></div></div></li><li id="comment_1200133" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"><a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"><img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200133"> Oh, you poor, sad, old thing. Is this what you do between hot flashes? </p></div></div></li></ul>Then some other bitch chimes in:<br /><br /><ul id="commentsList_2436642" class="commentsList" style="clear: both;"><li id="comment_1200588" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/MichelleS"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/727/727038PSM3941739227.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Michelle" title="Michelle" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200588"> No need to be mean about it.... <br /> </p></div> </div> </li><li id="comment_1200607" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"><a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"><img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200607"> Who the hell are you, skankopotomus? Mind your own business and go blow yourself! </p> <div class="clear"> <form id="commentEdit_1200607" class="commentEdit" style="display: none;" action="/comment/edit" method="post"> <input name="commentId" value="1200607" type="hidden"> <input name="type" value="userActivityFeed" type="hidden"> <div id="commentEditCharCount_1200607" class="charCountDown">140</div> <span class="replyLabel">Edit your comment below.</span> <textarea name="body" id="editCommentTA_1200607" style="width: 90%;" onkeyup="maxTextareaChars(140, this, 'commentEditCharCount_1200607');">Who the hell are you, skankapotumus? Mind your own business and go blow yourself!</textarea> <input class="submitButton smallButton" value="Submit" onclick="commentControls.submitCommentEdit('1200607')" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 15px;" type="button"> <input class="submitButton smallButton cancelButton" onclick="commentControls.cancelEditComment('1200607')" value="cancel" style="float: right; margin: 0pt;" type="button"> </form> </div></div></div></li></ul><ul id="commentsList_2436642" class="commentsList" style="clear: both;"><li id="comment_1200606" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200606"> lol it's ok Michelle, clearly she is a child who hasn't been taught any better by her parents. You should've seen the private messages! She has a very foul mouth and does NOT deserve to be the SuperFan... So I'll just continue to steal it back and hopefully gain some attention for this awesome author! :))) What she seems to forget is that she in fact stole this fave from someone else before I stole it from her! lol :))) </p></div></div></li></ul><ul id="commentsList_2436642" class="commentsList" style="clear: both;"><li id="comment_1200609" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div> <div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200609"> You bunch of lol'rs make me want to puke! </p> <div> <form id="commentEdit_1200609" class="commentEdit" style="display: none;" action="/comment/edit" method="post"> <input name="commentId" value="1200609" type="hidden"> <input name="type" value="userActivityFeed" type="hidden"> <div id="commentEditCharCount_1200609" class="charCountDown">140</div> <span class="replyLabel">Edit your comment below.</span> <textarea name="body" id="editCommentTA_1200609" style="width: 90%;" onkeyup="maxTextareaChars(140, this, 'commentEditCharCount_1200609');">You bunch of lol'rs make me want to puke!</textarea> <input class="submitButton smallButton" value="Submit" onclick="commentControls.submitCommentEdit('1200609')" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 15px;" type="button"> <input class="submitButton smallButton cancelButton" onclick="commentControls.cancelEditComment('1200609')" value="cancel" style="float: right; margin: 0pt;" type="button"> </form> <div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200610"> isn't it past your bedtime yet? LMAO </p> <div class="clear"><br /></div></div></div></div></div></li><li id="comment_1200615" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div><div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/LaraBaxter"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/001/078/1078097PSM2377112987.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lara Baxter" title="Lara Baxter" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200615"> uh, oh, granny French is getting angry! All out of Ben Gay? </p> <div class="clear"> <form id="commentEdit_1200615" class="commentEdit" style="display: none;" action="/comment/edit" method="post"> <input name="commentId" value="1200615" type="hidden"> <input name="type" value="userActivityFeed" type="hidden"> <div id="commentEditCharCount_1200615" class="charCountDown">140</div> <span class="replyLabel">Edit your comment below.</span> <textarea name="body" id="editCommentTA_1200615" style="width: 90%;" onkeyup="maxTextareaChars(140, this, 'commentEditCharCount_1200615');">uh, oh, granny French is getting angry! All out of Ben Gay?</textarea> <input class="submitButton smallButton" value="Submit" onclick="commentControls.submitCommentEdit('1200615')" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 15px;" type="button"> <input class="submitButton smallButton cancelButton" onclick="commentControls.cancelEditComment('1200615')" value="cancel" style="float: right; margin: 0pt;" type="button"> </form> <br /></div></div></div></li><li id="comment_1200616" style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div> <div class="userProfileThumbWrapr"> <a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French"> <img src="http://photo.superfan.com/0/000/728/728458PSM1011902226.jpg" class="srcXSM50 grayBox" alt="Lisa French" title="Lisa French" /></a> </div> <div class="comment"> <p id="commentBody_1200616"> wow you really are very childish! oh wait you ARE A CHILD! LOL </p> <div class="clear"> <div class="listTimestamp"><span class="postedLabel">Posted</span> 1 hour ago by <a href="http://superfan.com/Lisa_French">Lisa French</a></div> <div id="listCommentActions_1200616" class="listCommentActions"> </div></div></div></div></li></ul>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-78429557615440807682009-11-13T06:13:00.000-08:002009-11-13T06:53:00.124-08:00Happy Dark Sabbath! More Oya Pics!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMP9DUlAndN9dP2EjZa01bS3pmG9xN6ZUDAmTpGw9WjrwG04rvPQfvCH_-kAB1s2ohL7lJlb8ZNs-UteYfwtRvUNp4JRtUNYjJ6faaZIh6gE36eGfOkKHu3oA6CEKiZKov8v_VcCnWBA/s1600-h/GW266H334.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMP9DUlAndN9dP2EjZa01bS3pmG9xN6ZUDAmTpGw9WjrwG04rvPQfvCH_-kAB1s2ohL7lJlb8ZNs-UteYfwtRvUNp4JRtUNYjJ6faaZIh6gE36eGfOkKHu3oA6CEKiZKov8v_VcCnWBA/s400/GW266H334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600888571492130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5914. Greetings my Ominous Omens. And Happy Dark Sabbath. Friday, the 13th, of course. In honor of this momentous occasion, the third in this year of the Ox. I have always loved Friday the 13th and this one, so close to Halloween seems to have extra significance. The 2012 flick comes out today. Can't wait to check out the end of the world. I think this flick is going to start a total panic all over the world as this heretofor privileged information becomes accessible to the general public. That is truly the power of the cinema. The ability to reach the most number of people and deliver information in a completely understandable way. Through imagery. Through entertainment. This panic is going to become self fulfilling as people start to have shorter and shorter goals. Society will begin to crumble. And everything will go to shit. You see, we don't really need an asteroid or a nuclear holocaust to to create like a Mad Max scenario. All we have to do is stop trying. The only reason we exist and enjoy the lifestyles we do today is because of the constant, endless upkeep it requires. We spend our days trudging off to school or to work just to perpetuate this dance. It is the ultimate beehive mentality. By 'working', all you're doing is maintaining the status quo. There is the illusion of personal gain but really it's almost entirely altruistic. We do it for the sake of the hive. And don't kid yourself that you don't. I don't care if you're a big shot lawyer or if you flip burgers, you are simply a link in the chain. What happens when we stop caring about the chain? What if we lose faith in its strength? Last year the financial collapse was the first crack in the foundation of our precious society. These are all abstract thoughts but on a practical level think of all the factory worker's kids growing up with the internet, with access to visions of a better life. Mine is a generation of dreamers that thinks its shit don't stink. So who's going to man all your factories? Who's going to drive your garbage trucks? Who's going to to all that Dirty Jobs shit our parents did? No one. We are on the road to destruction and we don't even know it. I sure as hell ain't working in no bank like Dad! That's my Friday the 13th doomsday prediction. Hope it made you feel all fuzzy inside.<br /><br />Went by the Freakatorium today and Max gave me TWO Oya pictures cause he knows that Friday the 13th is like my favorite day of the year. So here they are! They depict Oya's 'journey to the New World'. Having wiped out the Spanish Conquistadors who massacred her Mayan worshippers, the Vampire Oya headed north. She drank the blood of animals to survive but they kept her weak and of a foul disposition.<br /><br />By the time Oya finally saw a human, she was too weak to take him. Instead, she was overpowered and taken herself. She had died a virgin. Now her undead body was being defiled and she was powerless to stop it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAO5avrsIoUXdD1Ee_I6qZhPcdlhB_UY1dMZEWTuWiwgpCc7MAUdiqEkHGQ18EaEWvpKVizApVbd8sUNrt7xCRID82pJvusfVmLT7k9qHqfcBfbP2fcdPVwRHT9jDZ1Tu1Jjgy8U_a5A/s1600-h/GW260H333.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAO5avrsIoUXdD1Ee_I6qZhPcdlhB_UY1dMZEWTuWiwgpCc7MAUdiqEkHGQ18EaEWvpKVizApVbd8sUNrt7xCRID82pJvusfVmLT7k9qHqfcBfbP2fcdPVwRHT9jDZ1Tu1Jjgy8U_a5A/s400/GW260H333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600699612848258" border="0" /></a>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-77181524285621481092009-11-12T07:09:00.001-08:002009-11-13T07:12:43.048-08:00Badass Bitch Of The Week - Elizabeth Lambert<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2009/11/09/image5587752x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://wwwimage.cbsnews.com/images/2009/11/09/image5587752x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5813. Hello my Perky Polka-Dots. So this chick is like my new hero. Her name is Elizabeth Lambert and she doesn't take ANY shit! I'm going to have to start getting into Women's Soccer. Enjoy.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lp2DbvWmu4M&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lp2DbvWmu4M&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-24062505157452151002009-11-10T04:28:00.000-08:002009-11-10T06:36:07.011-08:00Mad or Muhammad?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcwYE-1XHUEFM0pCeepW6Q7jAXmunYg8gl9HM7KSMpsKILe9_Ip42vrp_vBM7GtxamHpDBW2AarvovI7mV9sPaTi3y6XK_UCoO22apeF4Z2JnrBNaumBwsJLWtZ3aMDQlYSFkp66FMp0/s1600-h/200px-John_Allen_Muhammad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcwYE-1XHUEFM0pCeepW6Q7jAXmunYg8gl9HM7KSMpsKILe9_Ip42vrp_vBM7GtxamHpDBW2AarvovI7mV9sPaTi3y6XK_UCoO22apeF4Z2JnrBNaumBwsJLWtZ3aMDQlYSFkp66FMp0/s400/200px-John_Allen_Muhammad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402481110884940578" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5811. Greetings my Mad Muhammads. First of all, some quick Anne Rice news. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?topic=11759&uid=9122810019http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?topic=11759&uid=9122810019">Meet Anne Rice</a> tomorrow from 1 till 5 at the Barnes and Nobles in New Orleans. I wish I could make it. Anne, come to New York!!! It's definitely a dream of mine to meet Anne Rice. I've imagined the moment like a zillion times. I mean, I've had long conversations with her in my head. In real life I'd probably pass out. Right there in the home improvement aisle. They'd need to get the old smelling salts out in Barnes and Nobles. How embarrassment. Those of you lucky enough to live in New Orleans (I wish), definitely check it out. And if you do, tell her to check out my blog!<br /><br />In other, much less exciting news, tonight they execute that D.C. sniper dude, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Allen_Muhammad">John Allen Muhammad</a>. Johnny Boy went and shot a bunch of people in Washington D.C. like six years ago. I remember it cause Mom was all freaking out and made us stay home for like a week. That's where we lived at the time. It would have been fun except Mom didn't even let me leave the house. I thought it was kind of silly. The thought of someone shooting a 9 year old girl was pretty ridiculous. Then again, he did shoot a kid. Actually he didn't really do any of the shooting. He had this kid, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Boyd_Malvo">Lee Boyd Malvo</a> do his dirty work. The kid was like terrified of him. I always thought it was kind of an interesting story. I mean, I'm sorry to the victims' families and all, but this dude is a pretty fascinating case study. He wasn't your typical loon. He had his shit together. He was ex military and evil as all fuck. He later claimed he did it to get back at his wife. Sure, blame the female. But he was also, as his name would suggest, a Muslim.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhly-uhpFozzjsOB9fFHGmYKgKZgql5qaN5y7Ep6VLVnNgdNSXoC-aKWvLSRUMCvr234PI27Ec9OOJo55i_EsaMXFPywfCx8uXGwaax2plY0qId_SVoYL_3ixwhEf2KWyof4EuWF0kRhKc/s1600-h/150px-Nidal_Hasan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhly-uhpFozzjsOB9fFHGmYKgKZgql5qaN5y7Ep6VLVnNgdNSXoC-aKWvLSRUMCvr234PI27Ec9OOJo55i_EsaMXFPywfCx8uXGwaax2plY0qId_SVoYL_3ixwhEf2KWyof4EuWF0kRhKc/s400/150px-Nidal_Hasan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402481341607616738" border="0" /></a>So we get to the nitty gritty. Now the last people I want to insult is Muslims so I've gotta go easy. If there's one thing that is generally generalized about Muslims, it's their famous lack of a sense of humor. Remember the Dutch Muhammad cartoons that basically started riots? Yikes! Get a hold of yourselves. It's a cartoon, for Muhammad's sake! Don't know how those South Park guys still don't have a Fatwa on them. Durka, Durka! Anyway, I couldn't help but think about how Johnny's execution just happened to be this week. The week that a certain Major <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nidal_Malik_Hasan" title="Nidal Malik Hasan">Nidal Malik Hasan</a> went on a rampage and killed 13 people, mostly American soldiers and wounding 30 others. Dude fired more than a hundred rounds. That's some serious conviction. This happened on an army base! I mean, if there's one place you'd think you'd feel safe, it'd be a freakin army base! Everyone's got a gun! But this dude went all Rambo on us and basically wiped out an entire battalion! But the best part? He was a psychiatrist!<br /><br />So now everyone is talking about how these pricks were really insane. All the bleeding heart liberals are crying social injustice. And I guess they have a point. If someone is genuinely mentally ill, it would seem a tad cruel to execute them. Not to mention unusual. I've never understood that - cruel and unusual. Ah, it's cruel, but is it unusual? Is that like a measure of creativity or something? Like the Saw flicks. Anyway, the question really is, are they just a couple of nutters or are they actually soldiers in our great 'War On Terror'. By the way, Nostradamus predicted a 26 year war with the Muslims. He also predicted the end of the world in 2012.<br /><br />The one thing that really sets these guys apart from your usual 'spree killers' is the sheer fact that they are still alive (at least for a few more hours in Muhammad's case). Most spree killers like to finish off the event with that ultimate of crescendos, a bullet to the head. These fellows had no such inclination. Sure, they were prepared to die. I'm not saying that. But! Did they want to die? See, humans are the only creatures capable of a death wish. Survival is the most basic instinct we have. It is the stuff of every single Horror flick ever made. Self preservation. I firmly believe this, but suicide is the result of mental disorder. And girls, if you're contemplating, stop! Another reason I hate friggin Twatlight! There is something seriously wrong with a line like 'Death was peaceful. Easy. Life is harder.' in a movie aimed at impressionable adolescents! Seriously!<br /><br />Anyway, back to the Mad Muhammads. Now I don't have anything against Muslims (other than the fact that they suppress women and stone women and basically see women as property like a pet goat or something), but they are a little nutty to begin with. I really think the key to sanity is a sense of humor. An ability to laugh life off, as it were. But I won't go as far as calling a third of humanity mentally ill. Fanaticism might seem crazy to most of us but at the end of the day it is just passion, misguided though it may be. And there are plenty of perfectly lovely Muslims, misguided though they might be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61veRy4f_n5tdz0ddxdCM_5ndXwy-8vJG_DyGgoDWG06AxGc6cHhLSf9e8GdfYqC2YkZ4W9nQW8ka6Tn8GuhwkUPPtAER75lUhLZbKx5MREUzuL9LKtRKZHbVNnNzfExBy9hD-MeKorA/s1600-h/22grenade.1842.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61veRy4f_n5tdz0ddxdCM_5ndXwy-8vJG_DyGgoDWG06AxGc6cHhLSf9e8GdfYqC2YkZ4W9nQW8ka6Tn8GuhwkUPPtAER75lUhLZbKx5MREUzuL9LKtRKZHbVNnNzfExBy9hD-MeKorA/s400/22grenade.1842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402481492790643202" border="0" /></a>Then there's the final question. How do they see themselves? If they see themselves as soldiers are they entitled to the rules of the Geneva Convention? I really hope Rambo Shrink lives (he was shot a couple times - by a kick ass babe no less!). I'd really like to hear his story. We know he was in contact with some cleric dude in Yemen. Sounds suspicious. And he might never admit it for fear of arousing suspicion on other 'sleeper cells' but, hey, Houston, I think we've got a problem. The enemy may have infiltrated our ranks. This is not the first instance of an American Muslim soldier turning on his comrades. Remember Sargeant <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hasan_Akbar_case">Hasan Akbar</a>, who grenaded his unit in Iraq? I'm just saying.<br /><br />All these guys will surely get death. The death penalty itself is something I feel pretty strongly about but that's for another blog post. For the time being, though, I'd keep an eye on our Muslim troops. Especially ones named 'Hasan'. In Rambo Shrink's case the red lights should have been going off all over the place. And if they really love the 'corp' or whatever, they probably shouldn't mind. After all it might save their lives too.Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-18950736263245305622009-11-06T03:38:00.001-08:002009-11-06T04:52:05.053-08:00Tattoo Of The Week - Monkey Butt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_xCYvuuuO6TouPrSNhvLXi1MU4KDlY8ql8YqAcqMhi_GWPDbVy6Ty0z7rMHi2IL97xI2AQkKXol2ow_xNQT0ch2jZWWcn5685rLyqdict6LImwjLpqhIbUTODe1ACbuB6lykG7buRrY/s1600-h/13748_1194123537807_1369989963_30658539_3221316_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_xCYvuuuO6TouPrSNhvLXi1MU4KDlY8ql8YqAcqMhi_GWPDbVy6Ty0z7rMHi2IL97xI2AQkKXol2ow_xNQT0ch2jZWWcn5685rLyqdict6LImwjLpqhIbUTODe1ACbuB6lykG7buRrY/s400/13748_1194123537807_1369989963_30658539_3221316_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400953736928788002" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5807. Greetings my Indifferent Indigents. New feature this week. Send in your tats if you want on. Still reeling over the Yankees winning the World Series! I know, you're sick of me talking about it. Watching a lot of TV. God, commercials suck! Especially those effing Free Credit Report Dot Com commercials. Somebody string that guy up! Worst part is they get in your head and you find yourself singing them all day long. Like that 1800 GET SLIM commercial.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Let your new life begin<br />call 1800 GET SLIM</span>. <br /><br />It doesn't even fucking rhyme! Begin does not rhyme with slim! I guess not much rhymes with slim. And what the hell are they advertising? Fat surgery? Jesus! Can you imagine that getting stuck in a fat person's head? That's like singing <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm a fatty fat slob and I look like a flabby blob </span>to yourself all day long. What, at least it rhymes. <br /><br />Still staying home sick. Being sick rules!Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-39111364536921139282009-11-05T05:27:00.000-08:002009-11-06T07:04:26.528-08:00Celebration Time, Come On!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBC0dckGAY3qrHzMd6M-xgV-7sLtJA5PwUOZ5_xvEfsP0XB7mg7QeEICescBcOqMv5djGfR1RKy6vqF6sW2JZ4eqnInw2hpOczl_wSHVnjlbYwcsEC9apVhD19fqgF3vph1hMvpLRLaC0/s1600-h/gal_wsgame6_80.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBC0dckGAY3qrHzMd6M-xgV-7sLtJA5PwUOZ5_xvEfsP0XB7mg7QeEICescBcOqMv5djGfR1RKy6vqF6sW2JZ4eqnInw2hpOczl_wSHVnjlbYwcsEC9apVhD19fqgF3vph1hMvpLRLaC0/s400/gal_wsgame6_80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400743342281293538" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5806. Hello my Headless Hedons. So I've been getting completely wasted all night. These Yankees are going to turn me into a full fledged alcoholic. Goooo Yankees!!! What an awesome post-season. It's like all the investments of the past eight years finally paid off all at once. Godzilla finally came out of the water and stomped all over Philadelphia. The Shaved Caveman finally crawled out of his cave. And a certain 30 million dollars a year finally paid off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbs3Bnmj4heeDOTYJPEIIoDrQEk8BLrJy-wTaV_TxdWXei9x_1OBGxLuh8BOBx54L0O4Vw2Y3tioFgqiUaxjODpBDQtNbQ_OMD4tLf8VpWAfQ9revFYelYyp2kvQX7wfT0wKMPZRMd7ew/s1600-h/gal_wsgame6_86.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbs3Bnmj4heeDOTYJPEIIoDrQEk8BLrJy-wTaV_TxdWXei9x_1OBGxLuh8BOBx54L0O4Vw2Y3tioFgqiUaxjODpBDQtNbQ_OMD4tLf8VpWAfQ9revFYelYyp2kvQX7wfT0wKMPZRMd7ew/s400/gal_wsgame6_86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400743808255370386" border="0" /></a><br />Jeter might have hit 400 and sparked the offense but Alex had more 'hero' moments than anyone ever. I guess that comes with being a home run hitter. I think he was finally comfortable on the big stage. New York can be intimidating. Maybe it took the steroid confession to warm him to the fans. At the end of the day he just showed his humanity. And that kind of brought us closer to him. Does that make sense? Anyway, you rock, A Rod! Welcome to the Yankees. <br /><br />Cap'n Jeets gets his fifth ring! Halfway to tie Yogi Berra's ten. And check out this little trophy (Jeets' flame, Minka Kelly):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CB_wtLVnaCNCJAcE5yppgxzrrs2qlgZ0N-vw0rTMIwjNwCAIvS1lpJb4l7EfL7Oguuzj0KXRyF-RYAQZoIGJ2WUKKydPT0ZplvJ84UmTNETHaneC33zX2wXAexJZM0AO6UKD5y-H5oY/s1600-h/gal_wsgame6_83.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CB_wtLVnaCNCJAcE5yppgxzrrs2qlgZ0N-vw0rTMIwjNwCAIvS1lpJb4l7EfL7Oguuzj0KXRyF-RYAQZoIGJ2WUKKydPT0ZplvJ84UmTNETHaneC33zX2wXAexJZM0AO6UKD5y-H5oY/s400/gal_wsgame6_83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400743516966424018" border="0" /></a><br />Enjoy him while you can, bitch!Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-31741437540516250942009-11-04T13:02:00.001-08:002009-11-06T07:06:59.762-08:00The Yankees Win #27!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ucvjHzJNCAXyPoAKDfcW3dxlKZnpNsn_sgKtMefGNpX0MCvjxOuZXm9-5OqI5o9uvdf7KVqycwh3B40IJX6uwLzmQ4Cr0Bf4L9EteQ-OLrsEzK2CsqBYUvz5eeLEsms019BokLh4jok/s1600-h/wide_trophy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ucvjHzJNCAXyPoAKDfcW3dxlKZnpNsn_sgKtMefGNpX0MCvjxOuZXm9-5OqI5o9uvdf7KVqycwh3B40IJX6uwLzmQ4Cr0Bf4L9EteQ-OLrsEzK2CsqBYUvz5eeLEsms019BokLh4jok/s400/wide_trophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400608507622381218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5805. Greetings my Gargling Gargoyles. The Yankees have just won their 27th World Championship!!! Who's Your Daddy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIiA0eW-oJbRIv8uAFbUCA8_eK_DfHeg9-a6QT9jqLKxK29cZ7UxtMkNDLD1OUZL1JSCNCnkqOM2jREocu_n3YPeay6sz_hBfUWdEb_D1dy1mX3yVoS5xmbg6iY8fQ5J7c7PL_wwVWyYQ/s1600-h/gal_wsgame6_16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIiA0eW-oJbRIv8uAFbUCA8_eK_DfHeg9-a6QT9jqLKxK29cZ7UxtMkNDLD1OUZL1JSCNCnkqOM2jREocu_n3YPeay6sz_hBfUWdEb_D1dy1mX3yVoS5xmbg6iY8fQ5J7c7PL_wwVWyYQ/s320/gal_wsgame6_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400609825456626146" border="0" /></a><br />Congratulations to Hideki Matsui for winning World Series MVP. He hit 600 with 3 home runs - something only done by one other guy - Babe Ruth. They could have given it to Cap'n Jeets. He hit 400 and actually played the field. But I think he'll be happy with A.L. MVP, which I'm sure he'll get. And Matsui deserves it. He hit a monster, Godzilla-sized home run against Pedro and the Yanks never looked back. I'm sure the Japanese are all getting drunk off saki. This comes 8 years to the day since the Yanks lost the 2001 series with Arizona. The first series I watched. I was only seven but I was hooked. The Yanks had brought the city of a deep, dark depression after 911. They should have won that series. But this feels like they've finally made up for it. They are once again, World Champions.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWUTUirFVarYbeX-SNyUfnLUIob887urHX_SPYLCm5otAJNAMwlmuGI4mBOR_t1joGjQBx1plzvioVovZycdFYEmnI7NSsW6wzzW4d0ComwuCpBvl1XkvSKfqhqT5vlGHY1he-6YdUHg/s1600-h/gal_wsgame6_17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWUTUirFVarYbeX-SNyUfnLUIob887urHX_SPYLCm5otAJNAMwlmuGI4mBOR_t1joGjQBx1plzvioVovZycdFYEmnI7NSsW6wzzW4d0ComwuCpBvl1XkvSKfqhqT5vlGHY1he-6YdUHg/s320/gal_wsgame6_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400609460468636002" border="0" /></a><br />In all the Phillies power offense was shut down by our three horsemen, Andy (The Warrior) Pettite, C.C. (Black) Sabathia, and A.J. (Killer Curve) Burnett. Johnny Damon stole the pivotal game 4 and the Phils never recovered. And our offense was pretty offensive. It is kind of a dream team of power bats. A-Rod had 18 RBI for the post season, 1 shy of the record - good for him. <br /><br />There'll be a lot of haters crying about how the Yankees 'bought the Championship' with expensive players. So let me tell you something. Yes, our guys get paid well. And guess what, they're worth every penny. Maybe you should be blaming your broke ass team for their problems. Competition doesn't end on the field. The Yanks invest in their team because they care about being the best. And yeah, they're a bunch of over achievers but you need a team to go all the way. A real team. A group of guys who like and respect each other. And no matter how good you are, there's no way to have an ego on this team. Everywhere you turn you feel humbled. On one side there's the Japanese Babe Ruth (Matsui), on another is probably the greatest home run hitter of all time (A-Rod), turn again and their might just be the greatest post season hitter of all time (Jeets). Oh, you turned again? That's just the all time winningest pitcher in the post season history (Pettitte). What, again? Just the greatest Closer of all time (Mo). Forget about it. I dare you to have some attitude. Babe Ruth himself would have been humbled on this team. So the Phillies shouldn't feel too bad. They put up a good fight but they were no match for the Yanks this year. This fall classic was truly a classic. Go get Halladay and we'll see you next year. Finally, to put the Yanks success into perspective, the next three winningest teams combined Championship wins amount to 26. Cards - 10, A's - 9, Red Sox - 7. Now that's a tradition of kicking some serious ass! Congrats, Yanks! Enjoy the moment. You deserve it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LtXDZkTDVvMmHVySFiESTgXUxDPBLQecN2fG-h_0vdkHLG0xVCc4w1IEx2177XfksDWGarWfcAOT0FqFJ8zAm2XNfxv_J1C7tbx9B6ippZ8SgywEb8bxozHKywOhCRBNuH9hBV1-mbY/s1600-h/BPmDRxGx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4LtXDZkTDVvMmHVySFiESTgXUxDPBLQecN2fG-h_0vdkHLG0xVCc4w1IEx2177XfksDWGarWfcAOT0FqFJ8zAm2XNfxv_J1C7tbx9B6ippZ8SgywEb8bxozHKywOhCRBNuH9hBV1-mbY/s400/BPmDRxGx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400608300284593490" border="0" /></a>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-74051377624173806832009-11-03T01:49:00.001-08:002009-11-05T05:30:00.163-08:00Band of the Week - Temple Of Echoes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywYMLC6RB5kIrrDHiZ6f5HfMyng61vGtzhRlp-dGZyyhppQ16OlYjSz3U1jRyPouEdewTk99LueJKdAghPe6n-XwUvGp3A6YMYIfhu4OM-shAkX-pYa9PiQiPe9QBbWkQJiPTXbDeQHA/s1600-h/templeofechoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywYMLC6RB5kIrrDHiZ6f5HfMyng61vGtzhRlp-dGZyyhppQ16OlYjSz3U1jRyPouEdewTk99LueJKdAghPe6n-XwUvGp3A6YMYIfhu4OM-shAkX-pYa9PiQiPe9QBbWkQJiPTXbDeQHA/s400/templeofechoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400212665596863298" border="0" /></a>Welcome to my life. Day 5804. Hello my Flagellated Falafels. Not a hell of a lot going on today. Had to see Doc Wallace. He makes house calls. Mom calls him every chance she gets. I think he's pretty tired of the Baxters. He prescribed some antibiotics and assured Mom it wasn't pig flu and now I have to go back to school. What if I do get pig flu, dammit?! doesn't anybody realize that our schools are like biohazard zones?! They need to call the whole school year off, if you ask me. How many students have to die before they fucking do something about it?! I'm sorry but an A in English is not worth my life! Fuck school. What a load of horseshit, anyway. Just an excuse for morbid manchildren to relive their unrequited daydreams. And that's the teachers I'm talking about. Then again I could be one of those strange home schooled kids. Talk about social problems. I guess being a pariah is better than being a hermit. Who would have thought.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrdou4G0yhk51nhwnSpK3u1fj6cmp4K9xxEW0OkBX6I_iNFd5CvBpOmYVLX7Rant9LYCxKT5s5URUVkhDKl79_yalAFNhyphenhyphenDHaemNJSsYgusyWi3tjwENfzmV5qF_oZ8nd0azQlCX45qs/s1600-h/191843698_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrdou4G0yhk51nhwnSpK3u1fj6cmp4K9xxEW0OkBX6I_iNFd5CvBpOmYVLX7Rant9LYCxKT5s5URUVkhDKl79_yalAFNhyphenhyphenDHaemNJSsYgusyWi3tjwENfzmV5qF_oZ8nd0azQlCX45qs/s400/191843698_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400208548166545282" border="0" /></a>Anyway. Today I bring you an awesome Gothish band called<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Temple of Echoes</span>. I'm absolutely in lust with the lead singer, Wes Stanton. His vocals never fail to make me feel all tingly in all the right places. That's the kind of man I need. A rocker. None of this jock bullshit. Jocks are jocks cause they have small peckers. Everybody knows that. Anyway, my favorite song of theirs is called Snakes. Check out their Myspace:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/templeofechoesny">TEMPLE OF ECHOES</a>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-27064175931435880262009-11-02T12:52:00.000-08:002010-04-28T11:42:38.001-07:00A blah dayWelcome to my life. Day 5803. Greetings my Earnest Emus. So the Yankees lost tonight. What a bummer. Cap'n Jeets grounded into a double play with the tying runs on base and nobody out in the ninth. Double bummer. But we have to be happy about taking two out of three at their stadium. At least now we're out of there. No more 'rally hankies'. What's that about? Looks like the fans are waving a bunch of white surrender flags. And that freaky mascot that looks like a green Big Bird? Lame. Thank God the Yankees don't have a mascot or stupid rally crap. Maybe if they were like black hankies. That would really fuck up the other team. Or maybe we could wave bloody effigies of their mutilated children. Maybe that's going too far. Hey, I've come up with a nickname for our giant, C.C. Sabathia. Black Sabathia. What do you think? And no, it's not cause he's black. It's cause his last name is Sabathia! Get it? Black Sabbath? Oh, forget it. Yankees lead the World Series 3 games to 2.Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-44383112533733043542009-11-01T19:42:00.000-08:002009-11-02T14:44:04.571-08:00Website of the Week - The Killing Boxx<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObZQx0_WqdJprF1LSKiE2Dx8G14OmqWHBHfJO7TSSOElB1arrd5D94ZXlp4bNYQb1P7ZHKX68h9eJhyphenhyphenEiu_dj6h5onYkoO-RPH1Z89PBQoSMnvj9dLtjdC7uf2g8Ilmf8L76wEqV0wRU/s1600-h/KB_logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObZQx0_WqdJprF1LSKiE2Dx8G14OmqWHBHfJO7TSSOElB1arrd5D94ZXlp4bNYQb1P7ZHKX68h9eJhyphenhyphenEiu_dj6h5onYkoO-RPH1Z89PBQoSMnvj9dLtjdC7uf2g8Ilmf8L76wEqV0wRU/s400/KB_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609444219817442" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5802. Hello my Demonic Doo-Hickies. I have a Halloween hangover. So many costumes! Raymond and I went to manhattan and checked out the Halloween Parade. I did the vampire thing again. It was pretty awesome.<br /><br />Yankees have won the past two days and are now only one win away from their 27th World Series Championship! The Phillies are putting up a fight but the Yanks just seem to squeeze it out every time. A Rod keeps getting the big hits. Cap'n Jeets has like 7 already. He's always in the middle of all the scoring. I'm expecting him to do something big tonight. He is Mr. November, after all. Although he kind of got that nickname like Obama got the Nobel Prize, with his first hit in November. Not saying he has anything to prove, just that this would be a good chance to really cement it.<br /><br />First they beat a pitcher named Cole Hamels. I kept calling him Camels Hole. That's like the funniest baseball name since Albert Pujols. But tonight it was Johnny Damon with a classic double steal on the shift in the ninth. That's like really sophisticated baseball speak for all you lay people. Ha! Lay people. That's funny.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RvibPUyaTBWUD-nBfRSgcOQ9gZetGUWY_uThnRSHHs-vA2YqIYZVMndDys1NETeLQqVR4e_4XG9FZ2VkEKuw8bEqjjiQsY5CdVZ7JZ_CyPiEtNggx0nwYlMtyxcMbjgvMM4L5U7M95o/s1600-h/alg_damon_steal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RvibPUyaTBWUD-nBfRSgcOQ9gZetGUWY_uThnRSHHs-vA2YqIYZVMndDys1NETeLQqVR4e_4XG9FZ2VkEKuw8bEqjjiQsY5CdVZ7JZ_CyPiEtNggx0nwYlMtyxcMbjgvMM4L5U7M95o/s320/alg_damon_steal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610035957263522" border="0" /></a><br />See, the shift is when the guy at the plate (batting) has a reputation for pulling the ball like the guy hitting after Damon, Mark Texeira. So all the infielders shift over to that side of the field to block as many holes on that side as possible. The problem with the shift is that there's nobody guarding third base. It's a sacrifice that usually pays off. But Johnny Damon knew he could exploit it. After stealing second Johnny just mosied on over to third. Hilarious. There was nobody to throw the ball to. The significance? Having a guy on third base eliminated Brad Lidge's (the pitcher) best pitch, the curveball which often ends up in the dirt. It was a tie game so if the ball got away from the catcher, Damon would score the winning run. So Lidge started throwing fastballs. A Rod likes fastballs. So does Posada. The game was over quick. But it's the double steal in the World Series that will be talked about for ever and ever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSEo-iHTvXSbJHZe00JXPxSPu39HC3JHQCqqK7Na4GgyNtq8_igP29pLTV4JVKqxzShu8srZZgc0YycKmjlvxGEzz9omtnZ2lLVpzQ1vkPmqmEVJX3ExsdiAKvZnoBnTepMCL__QYK8c/s1600-h/alg_arod_rbi_double.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXSEo-iHTvXSbJHZe00JXPxSPu39HC3JHQCqqK7Na4GgyNtq8_igP29pLTV4JVKqxzShu8srZZgc0YycKmjlvxGEzz9omtnZ2lLVpzQ1vkPmqmEVJX3ExsdiAKvZnoBnTepMCL__QYK8c/s320/alg_arod_rbi_double.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399610440769753074" border="0" /></a><br />Speaking of people talking, I can't stop hearing about <a href="http://www.paranormalmovie.com/?gclid=COPZgpDl4Z0CFRhfagodNTyx3g">Paranormal Activity</a>, the number one movie in America. It was made for like ten grand and has already raked in over 60 million. I have to admit I'm a little curious. It's about a family that suspects that their house is haunted so they put up all this surveillance equipment and the movie is basically that footage. I guess it's the new <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blair Witch Project</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPKU1R1KafsZ7ZUXfG0ME_sjT5eiWrMHRAAK0B3-yDbga91GLbodoYr0m2c7bjnjuRYMpqzduvffp_xh_M0j8eQVNdsARyQrX0MwA77NkEXRI2AuD6_Kyt1m-SsWq5ymW6M5U1WgYEls/s1600-h/200px-Paranormal_Activity_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihPKU1R1KafsZ7ZUXfG0ME_sjT5eiWrMHRAAK0B3-yDbga91GLbodoYr0m2c7bjnjuRYMpqzduvffp_xh_M0j8eQVNdsARyQrX0MwA77NkEXRI2AuD6_Kyt1m-SsWq5ymW6M5U1WgYEls/s400/200px-Paranormal_Activity_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397930207033140914" border="0" /></a><br />It's about time some cool indie stuff began breaking into the mainstream. There's a lot of good film out there that never gets to see the light of day. But, hell, people need entertainment and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7xXJCT7HDH4EyV51Bk7fWwoVIR2kLMJrC2fwh6Cxm0raOdhWsunnfhmQTiWtv6_BRHW2x-qrb_WRMOwADbPcjCoSbDRt6cm2Z8cOrJXtNV5LTXSWdhS7IMwuLTDIm4auKHdUMzV2Wl0/s1600-h/NOES_Poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7xXJCT7HDH4EyV51Bk7fWwoVIR2kLMJrC2fwh6Cxm0raOdhWsunnfhmQTiWtv6_BRHW2x-qrb_WRMOwADbPcjCoSbDRt6cm2Z8cOrJXtNV5LTXSWdhS7IMwuLTDIm4auKHdUMzV2Wl0/s200/NOES_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399611178034135442" border="0" /></a>Hollywood just seems to keep coming up short. The problem, to me, is pretty obvious. The studios have lost touch with what makes a good movie in the first place - the script! I'm always amazed at how much attention to detail is put into the visual aspect of every single frame of these 50 million dollar flicks. Now if only a fraction of that devotion went into the screenwriting! Hollywood is a victim of its own success. The movie business is so risky that all the risk gets taken out of the movies. They become all sterile and formulaic. Horror films are now all remakes of 80's classics. If your movie wasn't already made in the eighties, forget about it. Why should <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQLbYLAwvAPKvkuVyq3KS5LSoSP3AbCIwXMEjgdnp5HCYfcyAatMonzQvy70_53Pdr_2xhBfFm3YGEKy-flY5BW4G1aJK0ZbO2apo728X-_K8_o6bVRw-92SazmfVtP8Kl44Xpt_Bsjg/s1600-h/little-bear1-150x150.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQLbYLAwvAPKvkuVyq3KS5LSoSP3AbCIwXMEjgdnp5HCYfcyAatMonzQvy70_53Pdr_2xhBfFm3YGEKy-flY5BW4G1aJK0ZbO2apo728X-_K8_o6bVRw-92SazmfVtP8Kl44Xpt_Bsjg/s400/little-bear1-150x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609070379521442" border="0" /></a>they take a chance on something that's 'unproven'. I've never understood why anyone would want to remake a perfectly good movie. Unless there's like some new technology or like naughty stuff that you couldn't show before. Although I am kind of excited about the new Elm Street. Kelly from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Bad New Bears </span>is playing Freddy. Remember, I pointed him out in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Watchmen</span>? Good for him. Talk about a comeback. I always knew that kid would turn out no good. I think they'll go for a scarier feel for this new one. I hope Freddy doesn't lose all his charm.<br /><br />Anyway, I think we're about to see an injection of fresh talent in the movies. All these indies that are being made are going to reveal talent easier than ever before. Other little Hollywoods are going to spring up all over the place. And Hollywood will have to follow suit. I may be a little biased but I actually think blogs like mine are the key. Anyone can start one and have their voices heard. I say whatever the fuck I want and you can read it or not at your discretion. But it's up to us to discover the new talent. Hollywood obviously isn't going to. I read somewhere the other day that they haven't 'discovered' a new star since Julia Roberts. That's like fifty years ago! Nowadays all the stars come from TV and from indies. And who discovers indies? We do! I actually take this very seriously. It is my duty as a a member of the press (which is what I am, essentially) to bring you information you may not have otherwise heard before.<br /><br />And in so doing I will also sing the praises of others who do the same. This week I bring you <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Killing Boxx</span>, a website championing indie film everywhere. The coolest thing about it is the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blood Donors</span> section. I'm still not sure what it's for but it's pretty sweet. You can start your own little page on their site. Check out mine:<br /><a href="http://www.killingboxx.com/donors/bloodDonorLocked.php?donor=LaraBaxter"><br />THE KILLING BOXX</a><br /><br />I had to put that I was over 18 so don't tell anyone that I'm not.<br /><br />Anyway, Go Yanks! Win one for the new house. The one the Jeter built!Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-42690272471416418082009-10-31T02:37:00.001-07:002009-10-31T03:50:13.395-07:00HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkexXT1XBpuswVmNbGFBo7a7A-TIG8gD8eI1Z6yyE8fsdNSc3HrhX_lm7Vw7aTSQCD4UZXVJMmqHR7uTGKoqTjt-7Ax4JznU2YEzm83HrbQA4gTqWHy1vfRWRtkqzmqbPsnj4R8wDlgg/s1600-h/HALLOWEEN+FARM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmkexXT1XBpuswVmNbGFBo7a7A-TIG8gD8eI1Z6yyE8fsdNSc3HrhX_lm7Vw7aTSQCD4UZXVJMmqHR7uTGKoqTjt-7Ax4JznU2YEzm83HrbQA4gTqWHy1vfRWRtkqzmqbPsnj4R8wDlgg/s400/HALLOWEEN+FARM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398696144439212562" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5801. Happy Halloween, my Creepy Croutons. Usually my favorite day of the year. This year it's a little depressing. Too old for trick or treat, too young to go fancy costume balls, too mature for high school keg party, too fed up to go to school ball. As you can see I grew pumpkins on my farm to celebrate the occasion.<br /><br />I don't even know what to write about. My blog is Halloween like 365 days a year so how to ratchet it up a notch? How about this little collection of some of the scariest stuff ever captured on video?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVzTNN46mds&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVzTNN46mds&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-60775677053158259412009-10-30T01:03:00.001-07:002009-10-30T01:50:03.873-07:00Book Of Oya - The Conquistadors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndVV9bR7D0QwELKXVGIApJHi6JljY9kuuYkGq8m3FzxK2IwxU2XfQID7wlFzSCB7umK_ny-Sq_BPjHU8sia3uitiVc-m5Fw-yEsNmcm0lLqdVPA3ZKQUqIXSU_68YaMR8D7dTdA5frks/s1600-h/GW745H500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndVV9bR7D0QwELKXVGIApJHi6JljY9kuuYkGq8m3FzxK2IwxU2XfQID7wlFzSCB7umK_ny-Sq_BPjHU8sia3uitiVc-m5Fw-yEsNmcm0lLqdVPA3ZKQUqIXSU_68YaMR8D7dTdA5frks/s400/GW745H500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398306670926739906" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5800. Ola, Bloated Blowhards. So I'm getting pretty heavily into Witchcraft. I've joined the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=20851170868">Witches Of Facebook</a>, run by the brilliant author, Rochelle Moore. Her book, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=49350271287#/group.php?gid=73497468550&ref=mf">Beyond The Third Eye</a>, has been helping me get through my tragic life. And I'm starting to combine spells from different religions. Mixing and matching. Obviously Herbert Hoviak's <span style="font-weight: bold;">You Do Voodoo</span> (copyright 1981) is insufficient on its own.<br /><br />Thank you all for your kind words after my awful experience yesterday and I assure you I am completely over it. I have forgotten the name Billy Mathews completely. Of course the story has spread all over the school. Some idiot even wrote '<span style="font-style: italic;">Evil Twin</span>' on a piece of paper and stuck it on my back. I must've worn it for three periods until Johnny Shotguns told me about it. Helen's taken advantage of my misery by flirting with Billy Mathews at every opportunity. She doesn't give a shit about him. She just wants to piss me off. I've never seen her do anything without an ulterior motive.<br /><br />But I've learned my lesson. Men are pigs. Never let them have your heart. They'll just stomp on it and throw it in the trash. Not that I'm going to become a lesbian or anything. To tell you the truth, I get along even less with girls, I'm just going to treat men as objects. Toys for my amusement. My heart is now closed for business.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZFfKVWZnO4Ty-xF8iP4zby22TBK2xByNL6DQQaebqZmE3xhUHDitEWAwLlOKfrzgCW2pGPHXoDPGZIxPMyANpCZVWVhn7THK_3meU37IKPvhwpoZRMej6SxxPXvXhX1OtJ2g-Y5phyphenhyphenY/s1600-h/oya+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZFfKVWZnO4Ty-xF8iP4zby22TBK2xByNL6DQQaebqZmE3xhUHDitEWAwLlOKfrzgCW2pGPHXoDPGZIxPMyANpCZVWVhn7THK_3meU37IKPvhwpoZRMej6SxxPXvXhX1OtJ2g-Y5phyphenhyphenY/s400/oya+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398308244305818082" border="0" /></a>It reminds me of something Mom once said to me. It's never really made much sense to me until now. She said, "The biggest choices in life must be made with your heart, not with your head." I guess I've never been confronted with a 'big choice' before. Maybe when I decided to become a Goth. Anyway, this decision is certainly from my heart, which is now black and cold. All my pain, all my hatred is now focused solely on my sister, Helen. She is the cause of everything! The constant source for comparison. The constant reminder of everything that I should be but refuse to be. The embodiment of everything I stand against. She is my mortal enemy. And if I must be the Evil Twin, so be it! Though I'm convinced it is really she that is evil! Fake! I see through you, Helen Baxter. You don't fool me for a second! You are an sly, self-serving snake and I will never trust you! Bitch!<br /><br />Fine, enough ranting. I stopped by The Freakatorium today and Max tried to cheer me up by giving me another illustration from the Book Of Oya just in time for Halloween. I have to say, it kind of worked. This one is pretty effing awesome. It's a spread so the actual size is like my height lengthwise. It's incredibly detailed. It must have taken the guy like a year to make this thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycw9vyLnvTTRUOemnYzZ58uQv0RVE1TcpPbTWVQKJnawTEQk57pc0J7C2iIIPCPggtZ7XOBVc9tFlx7exNxqIqiR5w4_ipCJwn0MlPu52OYq1MnmVqLrwN7VRwMCPgUusCiepW8KRv4s/s1600-h/oya+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycw9vyLnvTTRUOemnYzZ58uQv0RVE1TcpPbTWVQKJnawTEQk57pc0J7C2iIIPCPggtZ7XOBVc9tFlx7exNxqIqiR5w4_ipCJwn0MlPu52OYq1MnmVqLrwN7VRwMCPgUusCiepW8KRv4s/s400/oya+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398306540663959282" border="0" /></a><br />If you're new to Lara's Thoughts, you need to go back in the blog's history to check out more etchings from the book. Apparently there were only 13 copies ever printed and they were all thought to be lost until Max at the Freakatorium got his hands on one. It tells the story of a vampire supposedly captured by the Freemasons.<br /><br />Basically, the vampire, Oya lived inside this Mayan pyramid in Chichenitza. She was happy chilling there, getting human sacrifices thrown down to her on a regular basis, then one day it all stopped. She was hungry so she climbed out and saw this scene of utter devastation. The Mayans were being massacred by Spanish Conquistadors. So then she got busy, wiping out the entire Spanish Armada. The book says -<br /><br />"Those who lived to tale, told of a demon unleashed by the Mayans. That may not have been far from the truth."<br /><br />In other news, Yankees evened up the World Series at one game a piece, so that cheered me up. Mark Texeira and Hideki Matsui hit homers for the Yanks against their old foe, Pedro Martinez who once literally called the Yankees his 'Daddy'. Bad move. Now, every time he shows his face in Yankees Stadium he's greeted with chants of '<span style="font-style: italic;">Who's Your Daddy?!</span>' Kind of makes my '<span style="font-style: italic;">Evil Twin</span>' problem seem pretty insignificant. Sorry, Pedro. Looks like the Yankees are still your Daddy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2HAYl67MBV9dq6nzV7ZjDDJBQ8msyFg8NYIVPEImsXYJrb20Bb8IOoLBsgWt1b8AP9a9d-GGt8JMSiFCkNB8JK-0J9PP5ceip8TUCVK7f4yA4MnIQDx9ePvVIswvZVkrh6_gL738Z3g/s1600-h/gal_wsgame2_20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2HAYl67MBV9dq6nzV7ZjDDJBQ8msyFg8NYIVPEImsXYJrb20Bb8IOoLBsgWt1b8AP9a9d-GGt8JMSiFCkNB8JK-0J9PP5ceip8TUCVK7f4yA4MnIQDx9ePvVIswvZVkrh6_gL738Z3g/s320/gal_wsgame2_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398257826347645282" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, happy Pumpkin Day tomorrow! And remember, don't invite any vampires into your home. They can't enter if you don't invite them.Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-30885213531302575302009-10-29T12:45:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:58:46.401-07:00I am in Hell!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEz544YXTzNidSW6YY6XEAI1R2zOBDpfNsaspGTI1uvrM-I4S6Ovdte8WG5enYqFSJJXgewVMJr_y32Wtr-YL6D6E2K7s9k89n-S4TkJj35KU6kcuOXuqmAW94e3TVUN28GZH7Y7abNv4/s1600-h/Lara+BW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEz544YXTzNidSW6YY6XEAI1R2zOBDpfNsaspGTI1uvrM-I4S6Ovdte8WG5enYqFSJJXgewVMJr_y32Wtr-YL6D6E2K7s9k89n-S4TkJj35KU6kcuOXuqmAW94e3TVUN28GZH7Y7abNv4/s400/Lara+BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394609960085399618" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to my life. Day 5799. Hello my Anonymous Alcoholics. I could absolutely die! I want to find a cave and live in it for the rest of my wretched existence! How could I be so stupid! So careless! So much planning! Daily fucking rituals to cast this stupid love spell! And for what?! Goddamn voodoo book doesn't work for shit! I don't think I can ever show my face in school again!<br /><br />So I went up to him. Billy Mathews. I'd caught him looking at me like three times today. I swear he even winked! None of you better have told him! It took every bit of strength I had. But I did it. I went up to him and I asked him out. He just looked at me and said really loud, "So, you must be Helen's Evil Twin." Then he and all his friends laughed in my face. I almost started to cry right there but I held in the tears. I turned around and walked out of the schoolyard. Then I ran. I ran and I ran until I couldn't breathe anymore. Then I collapsed and started crying like a little baby! I can't believe a man brought me to this state!<br /><br />But no more tears! I will take my pain and turn it into anger! I will take these tears and turn them into daggers. I know Helen was behind this. I will have my revenge!<br /><br />And the Yankees lost game 1!Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454066883097218295.post-84105260614358343272009-10-28T01:00:00.000-07:002009-10-28T16:19:55.086-07:0028 Hours Later Horror MarathonWelcome to my life. Day 5798. Greetings my Loquacious Locusts. Just finished watching the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Scream Awards </span>on Spike TV. They should call them them the Screech Awards cause of all the screeching females in the crowd. At least they had a nice tribute to Romero. Tarantino needs to do some sit ups. And who can beat a category called Best Mutilation? And the Baba Ganush flick (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Drag Me To Hell</span>) won Best Picture! Congrats to <span style="font-weight: bold;">True Blood </span>for all the kudos though I'm not the biggest fan. Vampires are too cool to reveal themselves to society. Why the hell should they? But at least it has sufficient bloodletting. And yeah, what's with the Twatfest? Since when is <span style="font-weight: bold;">Twatlight</span> a horror film?! I like that it won Best Fantasy. That movie is about as realistic as<span style="font-weight: bold;"> My Little Pony</span>. With more sparkle. There is a group on <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238667763_5">Facebook</span> called ‘<span style="font-style: italic;">Because I saw<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Twilight</span>, I have unrealistic expectations of men</span>.’ Remarkable self-awareness. <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238667763_6">Talk about fantasy: a supernatural superstud who can't go 'all the way.' Dream on, girls.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBsqTxgqM_OJeZhTs8cAU8fwsWGIbA7A8XlwkKlJGqkJadaqM-CxB4INF-2K5O3Ua9T-cLY-b5G2fhDi1MmY5w6Fqs2sOlw_q9Qzalrdx45ZbSEjEGJTYCIiY-zWtAJXIpAS9NIpFrI0/s1600-h/91976204.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBsqTxgqM_OJeZhTs8cAU8fwsWGIbA7A8XlwkKlJGqkJadaqM-CxB4INF-2K5O3Ua9T-cLY-b5G2fhDi1MmY5w6Fqs2sOlw_q9Qzalrdx45ZbSEjEGJTYCIiY-zWtAJXIpAS9NIpFrI0/s400/91976204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397767279232700082" border="0" /></a><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238667763_6"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1DZa1YO1eqwcF_ngIs0IAWEHjbVKc_51UcKZHpgaz9fpzzjcITE3qxtUUlVHLYGUpz9-e_z3BnEhSNbkEik7uFsdTBE1l7nzrPqHwslVGpYmFa07vG8UzqrLxR9NYZ_78TE-jwTDFns/s1600-h/n1167691614_511.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN1DZa1YO1eqwcF_ngIs0IAWEHjbVKc_51UcKZHpgaz9fpzzjcITE3qxtUUlVHLYGUpz9-e_z3BnEhSNbkEik7uFsdTBE1l7nzrPqHwslVGpYmFa07vG8UzqrLxR9NYZ_78TE-jwTDFns/s400/n1167691614_511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397764272753250322" border="0" /></a><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238667763_6">Anyway, today I want to tell you about a very special film fest happening this weekend called<span style="font-weight: bold;"> 28 Hours Later</span>. It's actually a 28 hour horror marathon. Damn! I think even I would have trouble sitting through 28 hours of gore. That's like an endurance test to see who can go the longest without puking. Still, it's a challenge. And what a great way to bring in Halloween. If anybody actually sits through the whole 28 hours I'd like to hear about your experience. Do you start hallucinating after a while? I think it could be a life changing experience. Like a sweat lodge or something. Did you hear about those people that died in a sweat lodge? And the dude who organized it is still doing his thing, making lots of money! Welcome to Absurdistan. That's my new name for America.<br /><br />Anyway,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> 28 Days Later</span> is on in Fareham, England and organized by Horror UK. And it's absolutely FREE! How cool is that?! Here's a link:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.horroruk.com/28/">28 HOURS LATER</a><br /><br />World Series Game 1 tonight! Go Yanks!<br /><br /></span>Lara Baxterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055647244696962785noreply@blogger.com0