Halloween! Yay!

October 31, 2008

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Halloween photos live here.

And then there’s this

October 26, 2008

A recorded-off-TV version of this took up a quarter of a homemade Halloween VHS tape in my childhood. It was second or third, and so to watch the rest of the tape I had to go through it. Every year, I sat down to get all Halloween-y, and every year this scared me like nothing since ever has. No movie, book or TV show I can imagine will ever have the same effect that this horrible cartoon had on me between the ages of 7 and 12.

I give you Garfield.

The trauma starts around the 3-minute mark.

Twenty years later, I’m realizing that the trauma also ends around the 4-minute mark. That’s it? Note to 7-year-old self: It’s ok, really. You’ll face worse things in life than 60 seconds of scary pirate animation.

Hallowawesome

October 26, 2008

Coilhouse this morning reminded me of this amazing, trippy, embarrassing, so-bad-it’s-possibly-scarred-me-for-life Halloween institution.

I loved this movie. I loved this movie in ways that only a maladjusted slightly loony 8-year-old girl could ever express. I watched it every year until I was probably 18, and I’m sure a visit to my parent’s not-ready-to-throw-this-stuff-out closet would reveal that I wore out the VHS on which it was recorded. This movie warped my childhood to the point that when I finally got around to seeing an episode of “The Facts of Life,” I recognized Charlotte Rae as That Woman From ‘The Worst Witch’ instead of the other way around. I am positive my earliest affection for “Rocky Horror” was a direct result of Tim Curry’s role in this movie. (I’ve since grown to love it on its own merits, as all God-fearing 20-somethings must.)

I loved this movie.

Having watched huge chunks of it today (thank you, YouTube. Thank you.), I’m suddenly faced with wrapping my head around the fact that my slightly batty youth wasn’t actually made up by my now-kinda-bored brain. My childhood–represented by my love for watching Tim Curry fly around in awesome ’80s graphics and sing (!!)–was every bit as wacked out as I remember it being.

That makes me so happy. Everything else about life can change and redevelop and fade away, but Tim Curry’s awesomeness is the one constant I will count on until the day I die.

EDIT: Andy says: “Without the clip, I’d claim you hallucinated this movie. ¬†Even with the clip, I’m not entirely convinced.” My brother says: “Holy crap! It’s like Tim Curry doing a Tim Curry impression after eating a whole box of David Bowie!”