Toilet blogging

speak to Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” (I think that’s the song)

Have you ever blogged while sitting on the pot?

I have.

I’m doing it right now.

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Okay, so it sounded funnier in my head than on the computer screen.

Trilogy of Terror (1975)

I was looking through an action figure/memorabilia magazine and I came across something that reminded me of this movie I saw when I was about 10-12 years old at an ex-sister-in-laws house. I remember it to this day and my brother, who is three years older, remembers it too because I remember talking to him about it occasionally in the past. I look back now and realize that the movie was basically terribly made but it left an impression on me that most scary movies haven’t.

It scared the shit out of me so much that I had visions for days, months, even years of seeing this little doll chasing me in the dark through my parents’ house or outside with this little bitty knife that probably was no bigger than a 3-inch nail file.

The only other movie that scared me as much was the original Exorcist with Linda Blair. It’s funny though that both these movies in their entirety didn’t scare me. There were just certain parts.

In “Trilogy of Terror“, it was the third story where the Zuni doll was chasing this woman through her house, swing this 3-inch blade, making this eerie sound but the face and facial expressions of the doll added to the effect. I remember the scene where the woman gets a back bone and catches the doll in a suitcase. It cuts its way out but then she tricks it into the oven. She shuts the door and turns it on and the doll basically burns up, disintegrates. She’s curious as to if it is dead or what. She opens the oven door just to be overtaken by the spirit of the Zuni! She’s waiting in her kitchen, possessed, for her roommate(?) to come home while she has a big kitchen knife she’s striking the floor with.

In “The Exorcist“, the scene that was scariest was when Linda Blair is laying on the bed, with her greenish-blue veiny face, talking like a cigarette smoker to the priest. She starts floating, spinning and yelling “Fuck me! Fuck me!”, head spinning and vomiting. Scared the piss out of me so much that I would not go through my parents’ house in the dark. I would turn on every damn light in the house as I walked. If the light switch was on the far side of the dark room, it usually wasn’t a room that I went in or through. Occasionally, I would get a back bone and run to the far-side light switch to turn it on. I think that’s the fastest I’ve run in my entire life!