Hello my beloved Minions. I must say that I thought I’d be doing more writing than I am but I’ve been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. The leg has healed very well, thanks for asking. Just a couple of scars mark the spot.
So, yeah. This past couple weeks have been busy. Every time I sit down to write, something begins leaking out of someone around here and it’s old Scarydad to the rescue. I haven’t been in the shop, or at the keyboard at all. I hate to leave you all so neglected but we all knew what was coming.
Sequel and Spawn are doing very well, however, and Bride has recovered nicely. We are settling in for a bit of a whack-a-mole Christmas, because that’s what it feels like we’re doing most of the time. I assure you that I’m still around and that I have no plans to go anywhere. It’s just a profoundly busy time right about now.
Hello there Minions. Just catching up on some blogging while waiting to feed Sequel. So, a couple of weeks ago Victoria and I discussed things that are and are not scary as they related to a movie. In that discussion I pointed out that clowns were creepy and Victoria said that they were not. I then pointed out this scene from Poltergiest:
Wow guys, I almost forgot it was Wednesday. That was almost embarrassing. Anyway, I’m sort of back in the saddle, so to speak. I’ve been on “vacation” these past couple weeks but haven’t had much time for anything. I have been active on the Facebook page though, so if you haven’t been getting enough Scarydad, feel free to check in there.
I don’t know why but it bothers the hell out of me when people start calling the Thanksgiving turkey, “The Bird.”
It”s all, “Turkey Turkey Turkey Turkey Turkey…” until about 48 hours out of the oven then it’s suddenly, “The Bird.”
Not making a statement. I live turkey and will eat it however you like to call it. I just don’t like it when you call it “The Bird.” It’s not “The Bird.” “The Bird” is a hand gesture. You are not gonna cook my middle finger on low for 9 hours after a salt brine soak. Or if you are then I’m going to go now.
Hello there all you happy people. Scarydad is coming to you live this morning with all the news that’s fit to print and lots that probably shouldn’t be. I’ll let you decide which is which. I wanted to catch you up on all the happenings here in and around the castle and what to expect going into the holidays.
Hello there Minions, it’s time to give something away. Up for grabs is a Mezco Creepy Cuddler’s Clip-on Jason Voorhees doll and one of each color variant of Scarydad stickers, including the highly collectible and elusive blue one!!!
Enter this contest in three easy steps:
Share your favorite scarydad.com post on your Facebook timeline
In the comments section of this post, leave a message saying that you liked/commented/shared. (Make sure to use the same name you use on Facebook so I can find you if you win.)
And that’s it!
The purpose of this contest is exposure so the goal is 15 new FB “Likes.” As soon as I reach 15 new page likes (not post likes), I will choose one of the entries in the comment section from random to win Jason and these totally awesome stickers. So share with your friends and encourage them to like and share too. And to sweeten the deal, If I get 25 new page page likes before the end of this weekend (Sunday, Nov 17), I’ll add something extra to the prize pack. But that won’t be revealed until the winner is.
So go forth and click mightily. Your Scarydad compels you.
Today I’m talking about The Conjuring with Victoria from Autodidact in the Attic. I really liked it. Victoria said, “Meh.”
In the first of what I hope will be many point/counterpoint reviews, we’re going to see who’s right. I’ll go first:
For my reviews, I typically don’t care about the writer or director or the pedigree of the film. I don’t really even care about the actors. For me there’s one question above all others: Is it scary?
Scary doesn’t need to be qualified, either. Scary is scary. Therefore, it’s all subjective. What scares me might not scare you. What’s generally the case, however, is that what scares everybody else does not scare me.