Almost too scary to post pictures

So it seems as if the thing to do today is list the movies that you think are the most scary and why. In keeping with that tradition and what seems like an un-ending compilation of lists...here's mine:

The Exorcist-Hands down the scariest movie ever made. I can't even watch it, can't watch shows dealing with it and even pictures from it creep me out. When it was re-released to the theatres about 5 years ago I tried talking people at work into going to see it with me. I couldn't imagine how scary it must have been on the big screen and I couldn't get one taker. Probably a good thing, I'd still be having nightmares.

The Exorcist III- Probably the least known of my scary movies. Must be something about whacky people in insane asylums being posessed. When you see folks crawling along the ceiling like flies...there's no way the hair on the back of your neck won't get prickly.

Poltergeist- Not as scary after seeing it a billion times but the scene where the guy claws off his face in the mirror, EW! Better yet I don't think any kid had a stuffed clown in their room after this flick came out.

The Omen- MANY spooky memorable moments in this one but the nanny coming after the mother in the hospital HAS to be the worst.

The Shining- The creepy lady in Room 237, the chopped up twins in the hallway, Scatman Crothers getting axed in the lobby, the blood pouring out of the elevator and Jack Nicholson at his craziest.

Blair Witch Project- once the truth got out that this movie was a complete farce it KIND of took the thrill out of it but if you watch it with the lights out and the surround sound on,..it's still a pretty scary ride. Hearing the screaming in the background is it's frightening best!

SWEET DREAMS!

The Frog, the Pig and whatever Gonzo is

I read an article on CNN.com today which stated that the Muppets are making a comeback.
Did they really ever leave? Maybe in everyone's elses world but not in mine.
I don't think a day goes by that I haven't quoted at least a line from the show or the movie or commented on how I'd kick someone ass just like Ms. Piggy would. (and she did it in heels no less)
Okay, I know...they're not real but in my world they're probably the most entertaining, honest and best of all sarcastic folks ever. Like Robin Williams once said about the Disney movie Aladdin; " it was Looney Tunes in Disney-drag" Now cover that with fur and you've got the Muppets.
There was a character everyone could relate to; Kermit who tried to run the place but ultimately gave in to the complete collapse and nuttiness of it all; Ms. Piggy who fell in love with a being outside her species and basically forced herself upon him (don't we all know woman like that) She could charm a man one moment and kick them in the teeth the next; Fozzie who was a terrible but loveable comedian who ducked verbal darts by the hecklers and wiggled his ears in response to his best jokes; Animal who I think is a favorite of those who even AREN'T big Muppet fans. The best skit ever was him having a drum-off with legendary drummer Buddy Rich. (I think he won by either blowing Rich's drum kit up, attacking him or some violent and hilarious way) Gonzo who had a pension for lady chickens, loved to become the human cannonball and made a hilarious looking Derth Nadar (aka Darth Vader) when Mark Hamill was a guest. The Swedish Chef who was normally attacked by the source of his next culinary creation or hurt himself in the process of chasing them down. (Bork, bork, bork) One of MY personal favorites (only because I do a great impression of him) Beaker who was the gineau pig to Dr. Bunson Honeydew's latest creation be it machine, chemical or physical discovery.

But MY all time favorite Muppets are Statler and Waldorf. Those hilarious old-geezers in the balcony who not only let Fozzie have it when ever he got on stage but who were also fond of verbally spanking the show itself and even each other.
Enjoy some of their classics:
Statler: Why did they want the igloo?
Waldorf: I don't know. Maybe somebody must have broken their ig.
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Waldorf: That seemed like something very different.
Statler: Did you like it?
Waldorf: No.
Statler: Than it wasn't different.
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Waldorf: That number scared the pants off of me.
Statler: Are you sure you didn't just forget to put them on?
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Waldorf: Just when you think this show is terrible something wonderful happens.
Statler: What?
Waldorf: It ends.

Between growing up with them and Hawkeye Pierce it's no wonder I'm an irrepressible smart ass!

It was bound to happen...

There comes a time when you grow up that you tend to shy away from trends and the "what's hot and happening now" priority of your life. Basically, you stop being hip. It isn't something you intend on doing. You don't wake up one morning and think "what have i been doing?", you just develop your own sense of style. You KNOW you're not cool, but you're okay with it..and just hope others are as well. And after a while you stop caring about that too, pretty much anyway!
So here is how I know I'm not hip:

1- I don't have an Ipod. I don't even want one. Granted, I'll bet if I had one I'd probably love it. Although I don't think I could choose so many songs to fill it up. Then again, with my love of music I probably could.
2-I don't own a laptop with a high-speed connection. I'm still on old-style dial up. Yeah, I hate it. It's annoying sometimes and it probably will lock me up as I write this but....the $$ savings are more to me than convenience.
3-I don't wear clothes that are form fitting and/or skin tight. My nieces are always buying tight things and, I must admit. They look cute on them. Me, I'm always looking for baggy stuff. When did baggy go out? PLEASE come back!
4-I own shoes other than flip-flops. Infact, the only pair of flip-flops I own are ugly plastic ones that I put on after getting a pedicure at the salon. Today I even saw a kid running across the street with flips on, and it was 40 degrees out and raining. WHAT?!?
5-I hate rap music. Okay, let me rephrase that. I hate 99.9% of rap music. All those current rappers; 50 cent, Nelly, and all those weird ass names I hear, not interested in the least. To the point where I can't even watch MTV anymore because that's almost all they show. The .1 precent I like are Eminem and Will Smith.
6-I hate current music in general. I do know woman my age who listen to the local "#1 hit music station" and I think they're going through a female version of a mid-life crisis.
7-I don't watch the O.C or Laguna Beach. I watched 90210 and Melrose Place. That was enough teeny-bopper drama to last a lifetime, thanks.
8-I think any celebrity who is popular because they have money and have taken that money, had surgery and consider themselves hot are complete assholes. I don't look up to them and I defeinitely do NOT want to be like, dress like or get a dog like they have. Infact, I'd love to round them all up and take them to a poor country and make them take care of that nation for the next 20 years and see if it makes an actual human being out of them.
9-I own underwear that isn't a thong. And no, they aren't granny-panties either. Sorry, I can only tolerate a weggie for so long.
I think the only thing that's saving me from total un-hipness are my hip-hugger jeans. Levis are still cool, right?!

It wouldn't be a story without the bad guys...

The Villains. They're the best. So here is my ode to the somewhat harmless but frightening bad guys and chicks that I skip through DVD menus just to get to their parts:
The Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. When I was a kid he scared the pants off me to the point where when he'd come on the TV, I'd leave the room. Now my favorite moments are when that slope of a nose is on the screen. "I know there are children here SOMEwhere, I can FEEL it in my bones" A little trivia; the gentleman who played this ghoul was an aging ballet dancer who I believe was also knighted in his home land of Australia. Notice when he enters in the costume pictured and dances down the street; "Lollipops, Icecream...and all free today! Come along Kiddie-winkies"..watch those happy feet. I got into trouble one night at a job because a guy came in the door who had the same facial features as this nasty dude and I couldn't help but point it out to all my co-workers. Unfortunately the guys wife thought I was having a laugh at her expense and complained to my manager. Oops!
Ms. Gulch. Yeah, the Wicked Witch of the West was badass, but Ms. Gulch would've grabbed Dorothy and her little dog too even before they got out of Munchkinland. Come on, you've got to admit; the bike and her theme music are the highlight of the movie, only 2nd to the entrance of the Lollipop Guild! Plus the old bag had money too, drop a house on THAT!
You also have to give some props to the Wicked Witch of the West as well. You have to respect an ugly woman who controlled an army of green men and flying monkeys, not knowing how they hated her. Her power wasn't that strong, but she had enough style to put the most strength into a pair of shoes, even though they didn't really match her outfit. And what was up with her sisters pantyhose? Did you ever notice that? What was she wearing that she would have striped stockings and ruby red shoes?
And speaking of Wicked Witches of the West, there's also a pretty nasty broad that not alot of people know about, her name is Evillene. She was in the version of the Oz movie called The Wiz and she made the green lady here and Ms. Gulch look like they could work at Hooters. Her flying monkeys rode on motorcyles and her Winkies worked in her sweatshop. She sat on a throne which was just that; a porcelin throne that she was flushed down when she melted. Probably the scariest thing about this chick is you never really got a good look at her, which is a blessing. She was a big and nasty wench. She crushed the tin man, sawed the Scarecrow in half, had them hang the lion up by his tail and was threatening to put Toto into an oven. Not nice!
Now that I think about it, it's so appropriate to write about these nasty folks only 11 days away from Halloween!
Sleep tight!

The picture that launched a thousand attitudes..

A few days ago I caught this article on Foxsports.com. The headline read "The photo was troubling to even the most ardent Jeff Gordon fan: Just 12 hours after he was eliminated from championship contention, a smiling Gordon was caught enjoying himself at the men's U.S. Open final with a drink in his hand and a model on his arm."
Are you people serious? First of all, the "model" isn't just some chick he picked up at a party at Hef's mansion. He's been dating Ingrid Vandebosch for a while now. Secondly...what SHOULD he be doing? Like he said, should he have been at Hendrick the next morning screaming at people? Or maybe he should've been in bed, curled up with his blanket and balling his eyes out.
Come on now, when all is said and done, it's a SPORT. Yeah, it's his job but it's still..a SPORT. It's not brain surgery, law or working for the military.
His not making the Chase hasn't hurt TV ratings, hasn't scared away the fans or stopped the arguments. We all woke up the next day and the world,..yup; it was still turning.
I remember back when he and his ex-wife split up the folks in the garage were saying how much more laid back he was. That they never knew he was so funny. So now he's having fun, being himself and he's getting screamed at for it?
Obviously he has a life outside NASCAR, I think it's about time some of the writers and fans got one as well!

Not lookin' for love in all the wrong places...

I've gotta stop all this sports talk for a bit, sorry guys.
There is another subject that weighs on my mind sometimes but not for the reason you THINK it does.
I haven't made an attempt to find a man in probably over a year and I'm starting to think it's a sign of either losing my mind or actually gaining it back. I'm sure people would argue both sides. What can I say, I'm sick of the bullshit. Giving out the phone number and never hearing back, the awkward first date and good LORD that nerve racking first kiss. The games, the headaches, the guilt, the jealousy, the up-one-minute, down-the-next emotions and just all the freakin' drama. Gee, I'm missing out on SO much.
I admit, I was a Carrie out there for a while. Dating with reckless abandon, meeting that unobtainable guy who had commitment issues who eventually dumped me. Then trying to date others so I could forget him even though that was completely impossible. (and still is in some aspects) I also had my Samantha years of which I survived with my brain and body in tact...and I have the blood test to prove it.
Then I went through my Charlotte times of "I've been dating for over 15 years...where IS he?!?!". I think that stage lasted as long as it did because of my friends. They were in the same boat and they kept me from leaping out for a while. (at least until I distracted them with some shiney things)
Then my last post-breakup stage was definitely Miranda-esque; just hating men and thinking they're all shit and not even believing a normal relationship was possible.
Now I'm over all my Sex and the City moments and have moved on to an acceptance of my situation. Not to mention, what kind of man could I fit in to my weird little world of NASCAR, Bills Backers and NHL? Would he tolerate the Grover plush that's laying on my bed? Would he think I was odd because I own birds instead of a Labrador Retriever? That I spend most of my life in jeans and sweatshirts instead of suits and designer clothes?
Well, as one of my favorite Samantha quotes said "Relationships have been on the decline ever since women came out of the cave, looked around and said, "this isn't so bad."

One thing I can never be called as a sports fan is a bandwagoner. Why, because most of the teams I like aren't successful. It depends of course on what you define as successful. For football, I'm a Buffalo Bills fan. Which hasn't been easy the last few years...or 10 years, or 20 years for that matter. I suffered through the 4 Super Bowls we went to and still cringe at the thought of the 1st one. Say what you want but it should've NEVER come down to a fieldgoal. I don't put that loss on Norwood's back, never did.
My favorite hockey team, the Buffalo Sabres. Since I've been following them they've been to one Stanley Cup final of which they were robbed. I can't even discuss it,..STILL. And if I ever get NEAR Gary Bettman I have a few words for him. Yes, STILL.
In baseball I love the hated Yankees. And no, not since last year or since their last World Series. Since the mid-to-late 70's. Not sure if the exact year because my memory is so bad. But I remember Thurman Munson and this was before he was killed in the plane crash. I think I used to call him Thurman Munster. I had a poster of Bucky Dent on my closet door and a little picture of him that I cut out of a magazine in my wallet. I've seen pictures of Bucky lately. Bucky STILL looks good, he still has all his hair. I'm pretty sure he'll be the next Yankees manager if/when Mr. Torre finally steps down. Just when you thought Red Sox fans couldn't hate us much more, put Bucky on the bench?
I can't say I'm an NBA fan. Just never got into it. I do follow the Denver Nuggets on occasion but that's only because former SU superstar Carmello Anthony plays there. If it weren't for him I could give two shits about basketball.
In NASCAR I love the underdog. I was an Elliott Sadler fan until he became successful. His ego followed him into the point standings and it totally turned me off. Too bad he's not as good looking as he seems to think he is, he'd be gorgeous. Now I'm a fan of Scott Riggs. Met him in the garage a couple years ago and there isn't one ounce of attitude in the man. He's adorable. Just a little thing who's the spitting image of his Dad. (without the facial hair and all the greys) And his son Layne is a mini-me of him. And I'm a Hermie Sadler fan. Another guy who bubbles with personality. He's been snakebit in his racing career lately but of what I've heard he's quite the business man so I'll be supporting him no matter the endeavor. I just hope he doesn't hold my disdain of his brother against me. Not his fault they're related!