Posts Tagged ‘Horror’

Mu On Mo #44 – A Limited Engagement

October 29, 2012



With a certain chance of us all dying a horrible death some time during this apocalyptic year, it’s better to focus elsewhere.

& to soothe the soul, what’s better than a few tunes ?

Here’s some Music On Monday…



Once upon a time… there was a young princess.

Instead of going to sleep, she loved to stay up late & play with her toys.

However, this was the time when it was most unsafe.



For it was then that the Night People appeared.

They were always in search of those young & innocent.

& while she’d been warned of the danger, the Princess was headstrong & thus, instead of sleeping, she continued to play every night.



& so they passed, 1 fun night after another.

But, although enjoying herself, the princess couldn’t help but slowly wonder more & more why she’d not come to harm.

Until 1 night, when she couldn’t stand her own curiosity any longer, she put her toys down, got up & walked to the large window of her bedroom.



Nervously opening it, she looked out into the cold night & softly spoke her question.

“Hear me, Night People. If you are real, why have you spared me all this time ?”

Her heart then skipped a beat when unseen voices suddenly answered her in unison.



“pRiNcEsS, yOu CaNnOt Be ToUcHeD iN AnY wAy Or FoRm, FoR yOu ArE pRoTeCtEd.”

Overcome by fear, she quickly closed the window & stepped away from it.

“This… isn’t really happening,” she said to herself.



Again the unseen voices spoke to her, just as clear as she’d heard them before.

“iT’s YoUr ToYs, ThE HaPpiNeSs ThEy BrInG yOu KeEpS uS aT bAy. It’S a BoNd We CaNnOt BrEaK, pRiNcEsS.”

While still feeling fear, the princess was puzzled by this.



“Bond ? You speak as though they were my friends. While great fun, they are but mere toys,” she said.

Following that, the unseen voices spoke no more.

The hours passed slowly until night finally turned into day when morning arrived… in an empty bedroom, filled with nothing but mere toys.





“This song gives me the chills… Big time…”






Really ?

Despite its title, it’s not scary, you know ?

But it IS a perfect song to close October with…













For Halloween, that was Katy B – Witches’ Brew.

See you another time for more creepy horror stories ?

…that’s if unseen voices let us !


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Mu On Mo #37 – Nats In Ahgfa

September 10, 2012



With a certain chance of us all dying a horrible death some time during this apocalyptic year, it’s better to focus elsewhere.

& to soothe the soul, what’s better than a few tunes ?

Here’s some Music On Monday…



Was this really happening ?

Still dealing with emotional fallout of recent events, I got an invite.

It was for a presentation of a new horror comicbook featuring a story drawn by a friend.



It would happen with or without me.

I was supposed to meet up with my friend’s cousin to travel to this event together.

As he & his wife are busy busy busy, he wanted an earlier time than my current sleeping pattern allowed for.



What about what I want ?

So, we agreed I’d phone him ASAP after arriving there on my own.

In the early hours of that day, still awake, I found myself unmotivated to get started in any way.



Maybe I should’ve made an effort & said something.

By the time I arrived, it was 2 in the afternoon.

Unsure where my friend or his presentation was, I began to look around.



Was it always like this ?

The event was in full swing & there were lots of happy people around.

Looking, buying, sitting, eating, laughing, cosplaying, talking people.



Or am I deluding myself into beliefs ?

Despite this chaos of fun, I suddenly had a good idea where my friend might be & so finding him was easy after all.

Sitting behind a table at a booth with his bestie (the writer of this horror comic), he was drawing something.



Was this really happening ?

1 brief convo later, holding a complimentary horror comic in my hand, I mustered up whatever interest I had & looked around the various other booths there.

Suffice to say, I left pretty quickly thereafter & it was then I decided to take a taxicab back home.



The driver, a moustached fellow, was an Afghani somewhere in his late 50s.

About 5 minutes into an uneventful mostly quiet ride, he suddenly turned to me…

“Broken” but understandble, he asked me a question… Thé Question…



“How are you ?”

There was something quite unreal about having a man who’d studied economy, fled his war-torn country & now was trying to make ends meet as a taxi driver ask me such a question.

Which brings me to the song which got the following comment on YouTube…





“To me, this kind of feels like somebody who’s witnessed something horrible, and is trying to make it go away simply by effort of will. ‘I’m not here… This isn’t happening.’ Somebody in denial.”






This isn’t happening.

This isn’t happening.

This isn’t happening.













From 2000, that was Radiohead – How To Disappear Completely.

See you another time for more Music On Monday ?

…that’s if we’re still around.


The True Fan Endures

October 31, 2011



It’s funny how things change over the course of an entire year.

But… what if they stayed the same ?

Day after day, week after week, month after month, the exact same thing.



I got a call a few days ago.

What I heard can best be described as… chaotic I guess.

It was call from my mother.



When I got to her, she was crying hysterically.

Perhaps you’ve seen hysterical behaviour before like on TV or in movies.

In real life it looks & sounds very similar but what you yourself feel is… quite different.



& with no real details to go on, experiencing her in this state was disturbing to say the least.

Upon noticing me, she managed a sentence through her seemingly uncontrollable emotions.

She said: “CALL THE POLICE ! I’M GOING TO DENOUNCE YOUR FATHER !



That seemed to calm her… somewhat.

From the loud & urgent manner in which she expressed herself & her way of crying, I figured she wanted me to dial 9-1-1, which I did.

However, as I had no idea what went on before my arrival & as she seemed “better”, I handed her the phone after dialing.



She looked up.

Took the horn from me.

& then hung up the phone.



…yeah.

That was pretty unexpected.

& no, I’m not making this up or anything like that, she took the phone only to hang it up.



Anyway, there were no explanations of any kind whatsoever.

& soon after, she withdrew to another room.

Leaving a rather puzzled me behind.



Not about what had happened, as my parents fighting is hardly news to me or their neighbours by now.

No, what puzzled me was the reality of it all.

Because with other & better options available, who chooses to go on living in such a continuous loop of variations on the same theme that only brings anger, pain & stress, decade after decade after decade ?



Well, after some thinking I think I finally have the answer as to who…

A true horror fan.

Happy Halloween !


An Open Invitation

April 11, 2011



April 11th.

Were slowly but surely creeping up on Thé Anniversary of 2011.

Because soon it’ll be 9/11 once again.



& while a certain graphic image of the horror on that day was put up a few times in remembrance of the victims & those affected, I feel there’s a chance here.

A real chance to do something special & something new for this time around.

& what’s better than doing that together with a friend ?



So, the gauntlet as they say has been thrown & now I’m hoping this friend’ll say “Yes” to the invitation & join me here on this web log…


RIP

March 19, 2009

Definitive Vampirella artist…

RIP


José “Pepe” González RIP

What If…

August 1, 2008

Ok, so what if you washed up on a remote island with 30 beautiful women ?

COME BACK !!!

Don’t you dare dream off, ’cause I’m not finished here !

Now, as I was saying:

What if you (yes YOU) washed up on a remote island with 30 beautiful women ?

Sounds like a real peach of a dream, right ?

Weeell, let’s take a closer look @ paradise.

Remember, it’s a REMOTE island, so…

  • There’d be no TV/Radio/Internet
  • There’d be no soap/deodorant
  • There’d be no scissors/razors/wax
  • There’d be no tampons

Now, let’s go over those lil’ factiods 1-by-1 shall we ?

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No TV/Radio/Internet = no soaps, no music, no chatting.

With nothing to distract them, you’re gonna spending a whole lotta time listenin’ to females yakkin’ over & over & over & over & over again.

=> Bye bye ear function. 😦

No soap/deodorant = “hey, women don’t smell like roses after all”.

No shit, Sherlock ! Sure @ 1st they smell nice but wait a couple o’ days & you’ll discover a whole new side to them.

=> Bye bye nose function. 😦

No scissors/razors/wax = you’re gonna be looking @ hairy legs, hairy upper lips & verrry hairy you-know-whats.

Unless you’re from Eastern Europe, you’re gonna be quite surprised what a natural women REALLY looks like & wait till it teams-up with the whole no deodorant thingie – that’ll open up a whole new level of reality people usually prefer to avoid.

=> Bye bye eye function. 😦

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Usually, it only takes 1 woman to drive a man in the comfort of his very own home utterly insane but 30 hairy, sweaty, gossipin’ ladies on an island you can’t escape from is very much Hell.

& there you have it my non-existent friends, the flipside of mixing remote islands with women. Not so tempting now, is it ?

Hey wait !” I hear you cry out.

What about no tampons ?

Well, I’m not even gonna go there. Your own mind can figure that scenario out by itself.

😯

The horror, the horror…