Showing posts with label vampire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vampire. Show all posts

Saturday, January 2, 2010

how I do Christmas

This is Exactly how I do Christmas. With a lovely tree, tasty candycane, and vampire gingerbread man.

gingerbread cookies <3

"i was surprised he was so tasty, and then i realized he wasn't bleeding at all, it was me bleeding!"

Saturday, December 12, 2009

My integrity's intact, it's just trendier...

I succumbed. I became, in a moment of weakness, part of 'my generation' of twitterers.

I also began watching 'Buffy'. both of these abnormalities were introduced into my sphere by family.

But isn't he cute?





He is. that's all there is to it.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Dracula, a Film Review

Dracula

A classic movie, with a beautiful set and the acting talent of none other than Bela Lugosi, made famous solely for his role as The Count. His intimidating stare may seem comical in this day and age, as do the ravings of Renfield, but they begin to gain an eerieness as the movie goes on, and even lend the viewer the same sense they might achieve going through a scripted haunt.

The dialogue is simple and direct, the story is clear and sets up for generations the Hollywood conventions for vampires.

While bearing similarities to the movie of the same title that features Winona Ryder, they are both based directly on the novel.

If you are a lover of vampire culture (for whatever reason) go back and see the classic, the original film version, or, hell.... check out the novel itself.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Keep Your Eyes Open

Last night was fun. I spent more of it discussing vampires than I'd expected. I can't reveal details of this conversation, but I can say that a friend of mine is planning to write a pretty cool story about vampires, and you should keep your eyes open.

I also learned of Lamia, who seems to have semi-stolen my name. CHILDREN-EATER. it All makes the sense now.

“Lamia!” he shriek’d; and nothing but the shriek
With its sad echo did the silence break.
“Begone, foul dream!” he cried, gazing again
In the bride’s face, where now no azure vein
Wander’d on fair-spaced temples; no soft bloom
Misted the cheek; no passion to illume
The deep-recessed vision:—-all was blight;
Lamia, no longer fair, there sat a deadly white.