tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87906457086732914692024-03-20T21:09:59.517-04:00Magniflorious!...Frequently excitable ruminations from a busy brain.Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-72733332099360623192012-10-03T16:44:00.000-04:002012-10-03T16:44:35.856-04:0031 Frightful Femmes - Nancy
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Wow. That Wendy entry was really
freakin' long, huh? Yeah, that can't keep happening. I'm not one of
those writers whose words flow effortlessly from the brain and down
to the finger tips, creating exquisite prose on the screen. Shit, it
took six minutes to get this far and the results are pretty clear. Can
you imagine if I just let go, typing with abandon? They've locked
away serial killers with less evidence of crazy.</div>
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I've got to scale back. Bad enough I
<strike>disappeared for nearly two years</strike> lost all of my
posts from the last two years and still decided to take on a daily
writing task - don't think I didn't consider deleting that proud
proclamation - but I've got things to do and not enough focus to do
it. So, today's entry is a bit of a cop out but it's not a complete
bail. As if I could do that to Nancy. All the info needed on why she
is made up up of equal parts fantabulous, amazible and of course,
magniflorious can be found in my earlier entry about why <a href="http://magniflorious.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-i-would-save.html" target="_blank">I Would Save Her</a>. Try not to experience feelings, I daaare you!</div>
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Also, watch <b>A Nightmare On Elm
Street</b> and tell me it isn't completely <i>her</i> movie. Freddy
is merely the flashy set piece that spruces up her world ohmigod that
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Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-3795488266686970262012-10-02T22:24:00.000-04:002012-10-03T14:05:35.896-04:0031 Frightful Femmes - Wendy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wendy. Weeeendy, Wendy, Wendy. What is
there to say about Wendy? A lot! Which is fortunate since I've
decided to write about her. As with loads of other film lovers,
particularly genre fans, nostalgia plays a significant role in my
long term devotion. We justify mountains of mediocrity because
something tickled at the back of our brains as wee ones. Well, not
the back. I suppose it would be more on the side with the temporal
lobe? Though I guess the back makes sense since it starts with
processing the visualization in the occipital lobe, so, I was
initially correct. Lulz!</div>
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<b>Prom Night</b> benefits greatly from that
cognitive bias. Logic is not its friend, the kills are pretty tame
even by ye olden standards, and Jamie Lee's Kim isn't making any
Final Girl Hall of Fame that isn't exclusive to her oeuvre. Sure, the
dancing helped, but overall, it's kind of a snoozer. And I love it!
Oh, holy hades do I love me some <i>Prom Night</i>. The past coming back to
haunt you, a mystery killer, phone
terror, soft focus, disco! But mostly, I love <i>Prom Night</i> because of
Wendy Richards.</div>
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You knew she was trouble the moment she
was tagged “It” for their twisted take on hide-and-seek; “All
right, and I'll kill you all!” Alpha Bitch status was solidified
when after poor Robin's demise, Wendy convinced Kelly, Jude and Nick
to keep it secret via threats of obvious imprisonment. No matter that
Nick's pops was, like, Chief of Police or anything. Childhood
accident or not, dumb deserves death. Flash forward six – or by the
looks of them, sixteen – years and Wendy's Queen Bee status is
shaky.
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She is gorgeous, wealthy and rocks a
smokin' side pony whilst zipping around Hamilton High in her orange corvette
but despite those riches, it has been a lonely reign and one now
coming to an end. Nick the simp is slooowly trying to dump her for
Prom Queen Kim and Kelly the virgin (noted by all the white she wears
and awkward kisses she gives her beau) and Jude the husky (noted by
the whopping five pounds she has on the other girls) have latched on
to Kim's coattails. She even has to exert effort to grab Lou's
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Oh, but she will not submit the crown
willingly. She informs Kim that “It's not who you go with, honey.
It's who takes you home.” and devises a (pretty weak ass) plan for
Lou to humiliate Nick and Kim at the coronation though makes it clear
she doesn't want anyone hurt. What? She has feelings? This is one
of the many things that set her apart from the standard slasher Mean
Girl with the bulk of the credit going to actress Anne-Marie Martin <i>née</i>
Eddie Benton. The reluctance in her venom is all over her face. The
embarrassment at not having a date to the prom is made obvious just
seconds before her classic retort and the disgust over her
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Wendy's disdain for Kim and distance
from her childhood friends shows me she harbors more guilt than
anyone. While the others seem to have moved on free of such burdens,
she can't bear to associate with the sister of the girl she
accidentally killed but she desperately holds on to Nick as a last grasp
at control. In that respect, Wendy is the most sympathetic of the
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root for the death of the bitchy and the cruel, I wanted Wendy to
live. I wanted her to make nice with Kim, apologize for Robin even if
she didn't reveal the truth. I felt like Wendy had it in her, she simply couldn't be vulnerable without feeling weak. I mean, what the hell was
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Unfortunately, we all knew Wendy was
doomed. It was expected. Always will be. What wasn't counted on,
however, was that she would be given the film's best scene. The grand
stalk and slash reserved for our heroines belonged to the bad girl. Considering
the killer, it couldn't be Kim's but why wasn't it given to logical
runner-ups, nice Kelly or funny Jude? Because even then, everyone
knew Wendy was teh awsum! It's obviously why Jamie Lee got her
<i>Saturday Night Fever</i> moment. Bad enough her onscreen rival
was actually beautiful and talented but she loses out on one of the
greatest chases scenes in slasherdom <i>and</i> has to flounce around
in Good Girl pink while Wendy creates weird feelings in gay men with
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Boy, that chase. The chase through
America's largest high school. It's substantial and filled with
tension. Wendy is confused, frightened and by it's end, exhausted. She even manages to get a good wallop in with a push broom. One of my very favorite elements to it all: She runs in heels. Why
doesn't she take them off, as I am sure many viewers have barked at
the screen? Why? Because she doesn't have to, bitches. Wendy isn't
flailing aimlessly or jogging in quicksand like so many of her sneakered horror
compatriots, no, girl is hoofin' it. Yeah, okay, she
trips in the gymnasium but it was dark and where the hell did that
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I'd still love a <i>Prom Night</i> remake –
since there hasn't been one... I SAID THERE HASN'T! - where all the
little kinks have been ironed out, a few characters added and perhaps
even switch up the killer and/or his motivation but the one
non-negotiable is that Wendy still very much be Wendy. Bitchy, beautiful
and full of attitude but with a glint of humanity that gives you
pause before condemning her to a grisly fate and makes you very happy
she was given the film's best moment. That and the dress. Fuckin-A
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Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-17104151143915144152012-10-01T20:51:00.000-04:002012-10-24T15:57:23.210-04:00Posting more. Oh, it's gonna happen.<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Okay. Okay. I get it. You feel
abandoned. Despite my being the 23,478<sup>th</sup> best blog you've
read, you took the time and you gave me a shot and how did I repay
your kindness? I ran. I'm not excusing my behavior but to be fair,
indications of my instability were made pretty clear early on,
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I'm not going to try and make it up to
you because that would be an insult to us both. How? I've no idea. I
just felt that was a good way to end the sentence while giving me a
nice out. However, what I am going to do is keep on keepin' on! I'm
going to blog. It may not be often, it may not last long, and it may
not be good, but it will be done. Even if I'm the only one here, this
blog will still make a sound! I owe you that much.</div>
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With that, I can think of no better way
to kick things off than by resuming reiteration on how this isn't a
horror blog with a months worth of horror content! I'm still a bit
down on myself that I let last October go without any acknowledgment
of my favorite month and letting another pass would be, just, ya know, worse. I may post the sporadic film review but knowing I can't
commit to a movie a day – See? Acknowledgment. Personal growth already! - I didn't
want to make that attempt. Besides, plenty of folks better than I
will be taking care of that.</div>
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I am going celebrate the great
characters of horror. Rather, my favorite characters. More
specifically, <b>The Most Fantabulous Femmes of Fright</b>. I tried to
branch out, I really did. The list was going to incorporate all
characters of every horror medium but when I realized that by #25 it
was entirely made up of final girls and sassy but doomed besties I
knew I had to stop trying. Women of Fiction, my soul they own.</div>
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Some posses a universally recognized
level of awesome while others may only be liked by me and those who
might like something just because it has a vagina, but all have
struck that chord in my feeling place. Eww, not that one! Gay, duh.
There is no specific order. This isn't a countdown. Partially because
there would be two twelve-way ties, partially because I watched <i>Prom
Night</i> again the other night, thus reigniting my obsession with Wendy
and good lawd, I gotta write about that bitch quick!</div>
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… Starting tomorrow. What? I'm really
tiiiired.</div>
Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-78364179952502786912012-08-16T21:02:00.000-04:002012-08-16T21:02:57.338-04:00Final Girl Five<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finally got around to Laurie and decided to grime the rest of 'em up some. Click on over to my <a href="http://lightengale.deviantart.com/gallery/32579411" target="_blank">DA gallery</a> for the bigguns.</div>
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Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-1360171382066644812010-07-18T22:57:00.001-04:002010-07-18T22:59:39.892-04:00Heroine > VillainI don't root for the killer. When I was 6 years-old, I clutched my pillow tight hoping that pretty Ginny girl would kill that mean sack head guy. I clearly recall pumping my fist, yelling "YES!" when Laurie skewered Michael with a knitting needle (I was pretty paralyzed with fear that she might die when we got to the coat hanger). Years later as a (physical) grown-up, I was just as excited to watch Sidney lay the smack down on a myriad of Ghostfaces. <br />
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As far as I'm concerned, there is far too much hero worship going on for sadistic villains. I admire those who step up and end those reigns of terror (for however short-lived that may be) and wanted to honor them. I saw this awesome set of pop-artish vector posters done for superheroes somewhere (No, I can NOT vague it up anymore) and the idea for these ladies was immediate. I hope to do more and did start Laurie Strode last night but I'm kinda spent on them at the moment. The ebbs and flows are my routine with every artistic endeavor but Stretch's chainsaw really took it outta me!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">From 6 followers to <s>12</s> 13 since my last post? Oh yeah, who's a rock star?! I'm honored to have each and every one of you here; Some of which have blogs I'll even read!... Well, except YOU. I did some checking and you're kind of a jerk but by all means, keep following me. As a token of my appreciation, I felt I should share something of interest to you all and since horror films are the common denominator here what better way to follow up this astounding achievement than with a post about pop singer Tiffany!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">What? I've clarified that this wasn't a horror blog, like, all over the place. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Actually, she still qualifies under my original intent as I've decided to review her screen debut, <b>NECROSIS</b> aka BLOOD SNOW aka ICE OF THE DEAD aka NO MATTER WHAT YA CALL IT, IT'S STILL POO… FYI, I've loved this woman continuously since 1987. While her prominent figure in the header should clue most of you in, I felt the need to state this as you may be inclined to think the contrary from this point on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">This was fast becoming a maniacal rant about the grave disappointment her acting endeavors are turning out to be and my inability to understand why she feels it so necessary to piss me off and not follow my meticulously detailed career path so I thought it best to start off simple with a review. I've yet to do an actual review so it felt like time but mostly because every time I typed <b>MEGA-PIRANHA</b> I spit at the screen and I'm plum outta Clorox wipes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">All of the pieces are present and accounted for: A strong legend to jump off from, secluded location with looming weather hazards, foreboding locals, elements of the supernatural, paranoia and a mix of characters at various stages in their lives ensuring potential conflict. Necrosis manages the peculiar feat of incorporating all of those elements yet not succeeding with any of them. Well, the location is nice and there are a handful of shots that reflect this.</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span">As with many low-budget indies, the technical shortcomings are plentiful; Edits are either choppy or linger unnecessarily and the sound is too often looped. However, these faults could easily be forgiven were any other intended aspects accomplished. The films greatest failure is in its soulless facade. The dialogue is flat and stock and the actors do little to breathe any life into it. Not that they've much to work with but seriously, there are some professionals here turning out low-rent work. There are moments where you can almost see their thought process… <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma;">ACTOR/ESS: '<i>Recite dialogue, drink from cup, pause, frown, hit mark, wait for cue, speak again</i>.'<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma;">There is little organic going on here and that is the most glaring issue of which there are many. </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"><span class="apple-style-span">The Esses fair slightly better. During the more intimate and dramatic moments Tiffany comes closest to conveying genuine emotion even while having the most limited screen time. Sadly, me thinks she might've peaked here. Not that Mega—erm, the movie I dare not directly address, would benefit from the Strasberg Method but dayum Tiff that was rough! She is not without potential but I fear it's not going to be realized considering her lackadaisical approach to everything in her career. Okay, that was bitter and personal and I apologize… I'll save it for a later date. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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I truly wanted Necrosis to succeed, independently of Tiffany. The premise felt comfortably familiar but held enormous potential. <span class="apple-style-span">In early interviews, passionate director Jason Stephens tagged the formula as "The Big Chill meets The Shining." Who wouldn't get excited for that? This is somewhat telling of his approach because after watching Necrosis, one cannot help but wonder if Stephens has actually seen either film. Ultimately, Necrosis screams amateur from start to finish and it is unfortunate because there were mounds of material to mine from.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma;">… Or maybe I'm just still mad at Tiffany because this really wasn't a review so much as a tirade. Watch for yourself and let me know. It's not even 80 minutes. And there's some random boobs. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Okay, okay, I'm starting to feel the groove now. Seems the secret to my motivation is for those blog folk I enjoy to post their lists that get me going. They're fun, easy go-to's that limit tasking myself with original content… Wins all around! The latest spark comes from André over at <a href="http://horrordigest.blogspot.com/">The Horror Digest</a>. She's prolific, entertaining and adorable as all get-out. I'd probably hate her were it not for my secret predilection for prolific, entertaining, adorable people. Oh, she's also a cat lover. I'm practically swooning!... Ye know, in that not-at-all weird gay guy crush way.</div>
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Sooo... Before it gets creepier in a way not concordant with the theme, on to the matter. She shared her <a href="http://horrordigest.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-top-10-willy-inducing-moments.html">Top Ten Movie Heebee-Jeebees</a> and I had to partake. I was surprised how difficult it was to come up with ten. I've endured tons of jump scares (some legit) and many moments where I've felt uncomfortable or sickened but apparently I've not been as creeped out as much as I had assumed (or perhaps just recall). I'm quite disappointed as I think that is the best feeling one can get from a horror/suspense film. It resonates so much longer than a quick "boo!" and while intense is usually not as deeply penetrating as being disturbed. *glares at those jerks, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on"><b>Wolf</b></st1:placename><b> </b><st1:placename w:st="on"><b>Creek</b></st1:placename></st1:place> and <b>Inside</b>* </div>
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Guess I need to reacquaint myself with some movies. Until then, we'll just consider this my first draft. Here are the ten movie moments that filled me with a sense of squirmy unease and dammit, I just don't get enough of that! Oh, and <b>SPOILERS ABOUND!</b> Der.</div>
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Seriously, nothing good comes from these bike rides. I remembered getting wincey the moment little Danny hopped on, well before meeting up with his new playmates. I wasn't particularly fond of sharing a name with the little freaknik, either. It gave all my friends carte blanche to moan "Redrum" at me. Kids are dumb. Anyhow, Kubrick shot nearly every scene to convey a consistent sense of dread but that little pit in the tummy tightened every time he rode that big wheel and instilled my lifelong love/hate relationship with lengthy hallways. </div>
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Sure, they aren't technically zombies but at the time of seeing this, it was touted as a zombie film so imagine my shock and terror when they began to run! Um, they're not supposed to do that. I know now the Infected are their own sub-genre but not necessarily one I welcome as they've cut a good portion of the populations chances of survival by demanding athletic prowess. Them sprinting en masse in shadow only freaked me out more. The gutteral howling, pièce de résistance. I know they're not zombies but couldn't they lumber? I like lumbering. </div>
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<o:p>I've still only seen about half of this movie. It alternately freaked and bored me. However, the scene where Alison sneaks through her apartment to reveal a silhouette behind the door was creepy in itself but as the form rushess across the screen to reveal itself as an old man in underwear brought on both heebees and jeebees. He stands at the other end of the room, waiting in darkness for her to approach and then does the zombie lurch, revealing his milky white eyes. It's all good but something about the way he quickly skitters from behind the door makes it so much more effective than had he slowly clambered out.</o:p></div>
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This is a film that doesn't hold up for me. It's mind-numbingly slow and has one of the worst Final Girl's in the history of ever. However, when I was a kid this was a scene that seared itself deep into the psyche and still remains effective. When Liz awakens from her fall through the trap door, we find her in a tunnel with a giant exhaust fan at the end. Before she can crawl toward freedom, the Carny Freak appears. Shadowed, he is no less terrifying than when he reveals his monstrous mug. Liz pleading, begging and then trying to trade on her feminine wiles make you pity her, hoping she might be given reprieve and you can't help but wonder if she might have had she not stabbed the monster 'cause he seemed like he was kinda diggin' on her... Ye know, before pulling her head first into the big fan.</div>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">20 Actresses? Pfft. Lemme rattle 'em off to you in quick succession. Would you like that in order of overall preference, emotional connection, range of talent, level of obsession, alphabetically… Wait. I'm sub-categorizing again; The blight upon my concise and structured methods! All right, the blight on my <i>paltry attempts</i> to be concise and structured.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Give me a list to create and I will have twenty new ones born from it before completing the original and while typing this I just thought about how to make THAT into another list I must be stopped someone help me and we're back.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Like any choice to be made, I see far too many options. Is the list about who I think are truly the most talented? Well, what about those with perhaps a more, <i>confined range</i>, that have struck gold in one or two roles that will forever stay with me? What about the gals that seem to have been playing the same character throughout their careers but dammit, I really love that character? Are there special conditions for body of work? Am I giving tenure? Don't you see, I just want to include everyone!... Ultimately, I'm about love.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div></div>Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-70420983610648005472010-06-08T22:02:00.017-04:002012-10-03T16:40:34.019-04:00The One I Would Save<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As previously mentioned, this is not a horror blog. I feel I must repeat this so as to keep myself from veering toward what I think I not-so-secretly want it to be. I've already compiled a list of wonderfully valid reasons not to make it one (the genre is being well cared for, my scattered brain patterns would never keep it solely horrorcentric, I have so many other things to share and, dammit, you will embrace them all!)</span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's not like I could use this for general life happenings and assorted geekery and create a companion blog for all my horror needsOOH! I mean, no... bad idea. Despite intentions for this place to cater to all of my blogging whims I do </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hope you will understand that the scary movie gab will likely take precedent over most things. Not enough to garner any awards or let me into the cool horror blog clubs but, whatever. I'm a rebel. I don't need to be pigeonhold. *sniff* I'm my own person! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(love me?)</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Do you see the challenges I present to myself?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Onward! One of the many elements that inspired me to at last heave my crazy upon you (yes, someone to blame!) was <b>Arbogast On Film</b>'s </span><a href="http://arbogastonfilm.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-you-might-have-saved.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One You Might Have Saved</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. First posted two years ago, it prompted people to share which doomed character moved, connected with or made enough impact on them to toss a life preserver (or knife/gun/keener sense of awareness) to. It created a bit of a Blog-O-Thon Meme type thingy that still elicits passionate responses. I loved this hypothetical and immediately began to cogitate over my choices. Of course, also immediate was the realization that passing the Get Outta Death Free card to just one wasn't likely to happen. Surely Vistaprint could help with my dilemma! </span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, my initial cap at three choices installed a manic mental revolving door, hurting my heart with each one I had to send back out to their often grisly fate. From that three begat five which begat ten until I had to step away from the topic in order to save my own life!... Or for less dramatic reasons, I forget. I let it sit for a day and when I returned to it I realized that amongst the incessant restructuring one choice remained non-negotiable. It was actually all quite simple; The less time spent roaming my head space the better. Think less, dive in and go with instinct.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, as much as it pains me to leave </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416315/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Liz</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a 'head-on-a-stick', </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117571/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tatum</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> a victim of her own ample curves and keep </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119345/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Helen</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> confined to the worst, most oblivious town ever populated by teleporting fisherman, there was, is, really only one choice: </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I still recall the day I heard the news. The teenage brother of one of my parent's friends was over, captivating me with his vast knowledge of all things horror. The second he switched topics to Freddy Krueger I asked if he'd seen the recently released </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nightmare on Elm Street 3: The Dream Warriors</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. He launched into a wide-eyed elucidation of every detail - we really didn't give a crap about spoilers as kids, did we? - and I couldn't wait to actually see these images on </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">screen. I wasn't allowed to see horror films in theaters yet, even though I'd probably seen every studio horror film </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">on video up to this point, so I was enthralled. <i>Seriously</i>, this one girl can pull you into her dreams and does flips </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and there's this zappy wizard kid and this hot leather chick who fights Freddy with knives and holycrappingcrap did you just </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">say NANCY WAS BACK?! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Such poise, such elegance, such great conditioner. How our Nancy has grown! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Clearly, I have just heard the most amazing thing to ever happen to the world. As he began the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">climactic battle, I was perched on my knees, fists clenched, leaning over a chair that had tipped about a dozen times </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in my exuberance by this point. Then, he said:</span></span></div>
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"She's hugging her dad and her face is like, 'what?' and she looks at her dad but he turns into Freddy and you see he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">totally stabbed her, man!"</span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There were a bunch of words that followed but after I forced him to repeat that heinous lie, "Yeah dude, Nancy </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dies!" I excused myself to go to the bathroom and cried. I didn't sob, I wasn't a blubbering mess on the floor but I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sat on the edge of the tub and cried quietly for a few minutes. Washed my face, went back out and let him finish up </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but by that point, it was all meaningless. I no longer had any interest in seeing it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Nancy Thompson Colby Dexter Carrington, if you please.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few months later at a group sleepover, the movie picked was <i>Dream Warriors</i>. I didn't protest but the internal agony </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">was growing by the minute. The movie began and I was enjoying it immediately. Patricia Arquette was kinda cool even </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">before the gymnastics came into play and *GASP* Nancy. Just. Walked. In! Further proliferating my joy was the fact that all of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the kids reacted positively to her appearance. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The film went on and every minute was gold. The characters were cool, the kills were cool, something was always happening </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and the downtime for plot development was usually with Nancy so I was juuust fine. Then came the end. </span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nancy, Kristen, Kincaid and Joey were in joyful embrace because they thought it was over. For a second, so did </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I. Then Nancy's dumb dad had to apparate in. I bolted for the door and could hear my friend's asking where I was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">going but any answer would have been drowned out by their chorus of "No ways", "Oh my Gods" and one "Screw you!"</span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A few months later I forced myself to confront <b>Nightmare On Elm Street: Part Crap</b> in its entirety; Partly because I figured if I knew how she died, I could remedy </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">this when I was making films. Long before I thought I wanted to make films, by the by. I found it ridiculous. I don't care that she was given one last swipe at him. Not for one second did I believe Nancy would fall for Freddy's ruse. No, in a just film, Nancy - who at 16 showed more courage, ingenuity and resilience than most twice her age - would have faked him out, stabbing "Daddy" with a knowing smirk as his facade dissipated. By then, Craig Wasson's junkyard exorcism would've worked it's magic and Nancy would be waving buh-bye with a triumphant smile on her face as Freddy e'sploded. </span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Watching it a few years later, something else struck me, making the scene even more grim. When Nancy realizes she'd </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">been stabbed, her expression is one of shock. She sees her father's visage give way to Freddy and it is then that she </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">screams. However, it is not one of pain, it is a bloodcurdling cry of rage. In that moment she recognizes her defeat </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">at the hands of her sworn enemy and it is a moment that continues to give me chills. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some have argued that she </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">completed her arc, she did all she could, squawk squawk white noise, but to that I reply "I hate you!" Oh. I'm sorry. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">No, I mean "Kill yourself!" Gah! Clearly, I need a moment...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All right. What I really meant was, "So what? You're wrong, poo head." Yes, that's better. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've never bought into the idea that it is okay for a character to die simply because select members of the audience </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">haven't a clue where to take them or think it isn't logical for them to continuously evade their nemesis; A line of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">thinking disturbingly present among far too many horror fans when it comes to our heroines, but again, I've skidded </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">off track. </span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why is it unbelievable Nancy could further elude Freddy's grasp when she already had for years? He seemed </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pretty surprised when Kristen pulled her into her dream. Why hadn't he been able to sense her presence all along? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'Cause Nancy knows stuff. Lotsa drugs, dream techniques and moving around her trademark grey streak to throw him off </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the trail were all very effective but deep down I think Freddy was kinda scared of finding her. </span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I'm into survival". Words Nancy once used to help poor, sweet, simple Glenn understand her determination. Words that someone woefully did not heed along the way in making <i>Dream Warriors</i> and it wasn't Wes Craven. While I could be thankful her untimely demise led, in part, to his giving Heather Langenkamp an excellent showcase in <b>New Nightmare</b> I'd rather Nancy triumphant. Instead I will continue to picture Nancy an eternal warrior, finally at peace but awaiting the moment to return to us from the "beautiful dream" Kristen sent her to.</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However, seeing as last weeks <i>Entertainment Weekly</i> issue, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/06/01/100-greatest-characters-of-last-20-years-full-list/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The 100 Greatest Characters</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of the last twenty years"</span> is a double, I figure I'm coming in just as the party is startin' to pop. So... Nyah.</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps I would've done less twitching were it called what it actually is; "The 100 Most Remembered At The Moment Characters In Pop Culture </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of the last twenty years"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Many, nay, most of the choices earned their place (if not proper slot) but others inspired everything from a tongue-slapping eye roll (<b>#46 Jerry Maguire</b>) to twisting up the magazine with the slightest bit of maniacal verve that they might feel it (<b>#91 Hancock?!</b>). </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">I'm not going to bother carrying on about the placement because I've already worked that ou-- Seriously, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>#18 </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><i><b>Glee</b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>'s Sue Sylvester</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>#28 Medea</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> before </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>#42 Sydney Bristow</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"> and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>#99 The Bride</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;">?! WTF?!... Erm, I've worked that out so I'm, um, just gonna <s>bitch</s> speak about specific entries.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>#09 Carrie Bradshaw</b>. Now, now, before your eyebrows peak at the notion of a 'mo who actually shuns the city and its sex, ya ain't gonna find him here. I. Funking. Love <i><b>Sex and the City</b></i>. I also love Carrie. My beef is with them choosing ONLY Carrie. Thelma & Louise are counted in unison (even though I adore both, Louise always felt a much more realized character). Mulder & Scully, Lorelai & Rory Gilmore, all four Gorillaz (whatever with that) and three video game dudes in stuff I've yet to play. Why aren't Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;">arguably the series' best character - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;">not grouped with her? Love Carrie but without the entire ensemble it would be a vapid suck fest about a very indecisive, self-absorbed, lonely shoe freak. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><b>#40 Ron Burgundy</b>. While I wouldn't include either, I'd think Will Farrell's <i>Elf </i>character would edge out his <i>Anchorman</i> flop. I don't really get this one. The movie was one of those where the trailer gave you all the funny. I include it mostly for Will's comment about why it took so long to sell: "People thought it was too weird. They didn't understand a movie set in the news world." Uhh, they understand it fine Will. They simply prefer it to be good.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Hedwig Schmidt</b>. That's just... I mean... Stupid EW.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Catwoman</b>. Passes in under the Tony Stark rule. Michelle Pfeiffer's Selina Kyle took ownership of the character as well as the entire movie <i>Batman Returns</i>. Everyone knows it. Shut up, I said everyone!</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Harley Quinn</b>. Harley (especially when voiced by Arleen Sorkin) makes everything she is in better. It is hard to believe she was created in 1992 when it so often feels like she's always been around - and I don't wan't any 18yr-olds telling me that she has been. 'Cause I'll kill ya... After Hancock. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Satine</b>. <i>Moulin Rouge</i>'s tragic Sparkling Diamond. The role she <i>should</i> have won the Oscar for... Stupid, nekkid Halle Berry.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Karl Childers</b>. Not necessarily a fan of <i>Sling Blade</i> but this one seems like a big, fat steaming pile of DUH.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Dawn Weiner</b>. Unlike <b>#88 Napoleon Dynamite</b>, this indie dork had real character.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Clarice Starling</b>. Like Mulder & Scully and other duos, she deserves to sit right next to <b>Hannibal Lecter</b> at <b>#8</b>. Well, not <i>right</i> next to him. Next to him on the other side of the glass.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Jack Skellington</b>. 1,000 times cooler than Shrek. *ptooey*</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelie Poulain</b>. I don't care that Cameron Crowe picked her (especially after he picked Seth Rogen's <i>Knocked Up</i> sloth) because EW didn't. They are the suck.</span></span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are plenty more that will undoubtedly pop up once I've published this and I could easily make my own list of 100 with personal faves (<b>Hermione Granger! Romy & Michelle!</b>) but ohmigodIhavetostopwritingnow! </span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CEzJy3UIObygFF3GdKfGjJD4IupskgWAnKqMxPzu1ilG_c6b6DlcvlMd0kXMG7KB3raSV5J0AB5F6iJbC0lw3TukAVSSjB_KZvr7rvPgzFvXZuUkQ1EXvsG9-1QMHJBSxJaDpIOc3nk/s1600/PPGirls.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CEzJy3UIObygFF3GdKfGjJD4IupskgWAnKqMxPzu1ilG_c6b6DlcvlMd0kXMG7KB3raSV5J0AB5F6iJbC0lw3TukAVSSjB_KZvr7rvPgzFvXZuUkQ1EXvsG9-1QMHJBSxJaDpIOc3nk/s320/PPGirls.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fer serious? THEY didn't make the cut? Nice. Now they're going to grow up and kill you... After they kill Hancock.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div></div>Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-18994854084763273072010-06-04T12:57:00.000-04:002010-06-04T13:36:40.792-04:00Magniflorious: Origins<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seems like this is something I should've explained in the intro, but I didn't. So, I'm doing it now. It's for you, ya know. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> know where the word comes from. I don't have to do this. I could leave you hanging, wondering at random intervals throughout the day soon consuming your every thought, waking you up at night (if you even get to sleep!) until the slow descent into madness causes your friends/family/society to shun you, and openly mock because you're going to look like a freeeeak, until you can take no more, and I dunno... die. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Okay then.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As splendiferous a word magniflorious is, its creation is not of my brain. No, it comes to us from the brilliant, twisted, and therefore naturally cancelled before its time, television show </span></span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Better Off Ted</span></span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Magniflorious was among its bountiful quotables... Though one of the few I can call up 'cause I just don't have that kinda recall for film and T.V. dialogue. I quickly adopted it to describe everything good, e.g., This cereal is magniflorious, "You found a quarter? Magniflorious!" Fellow BOT fans always chuckle while those not in the know always ask "What? What does that mean? Spell it." In that order. Always.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fortunately for those around me I've since refined my use. I now use it for everything </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">really</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> good. By all means, take it as your own. Spread it around. You'll feel, say it with me, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">magniflorious</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Daniel Danny Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08006713113664228603noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8790645708673291469.post-5262290699067709782010-06-03T23:08:00.002-04:002010-06-07T20:24:06.868-04:00No Need For Applause, But I Do Accept Gifts<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Trailblazer that I am, I figured this internet journaling phenomenon is bound to take off sooner or later so I'd better get in on the ground floor... I can't explain it, I just seem to have a sense for these things. </span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nine years after signing up for my first blog account (and creating about six or seven more since) seemed like a good time for me to really give it a go. Ya know, the ole college try by actually writing something this time. I'm still not quite sure as to what is different now or what is happening in my life (or perhaps it's the lack of said happenings?) but dammit, I made a banner and that alone is gonna tether me here for a few months at least!<br />
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I don't anticipate much deep introspection or woe in need of nurturing (not when Facebook status updates are so awesome for THAT!) but I'm not sure what you'll get, exactly. I certainly won't guarantee the best sentence structure, I'm a big fan of parentheses, absolutely adore alliteration and love little more than abusing ellipsis but hopefully you'll be entertained enough to not care... ? I hope so because I don't have enough people in my life that I can force to come here and comment to sufficiently feed my ego.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This was almost a horror blog, (and could quite organically morph into one at some point) so there'll be plenty of that business going on. It isn't one right now, however, because I feel that niche is ridiculously represented around here from so many angles. Ridiculous is good, btw. Also, my geek joy/rage extends equally to <b>Dazzler</b>*> Superheroines> Superheroes> Comic Books as well as other films, music, select television, an assortment of video games and books and one or five pop divas. Yes, this is a gay place. Granted, you might be prone to a double take on occasion as you'll no doubt find more gushing over the amazing women in film, music and literature than, well, my doing a lot of that over men. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Take note of how the faceless man torso above is eclipsed by the myriad of female figures and... Ye know... Faceless. Fun with Freud!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With that, hop on and let the games begin! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You'll be so glad you did when I'm way famous.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*= Not really so equal with Dazzler as she trumps everything in the universe. You'll see.</span></span></div><div><br />
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