

Blair Witch Project. But only as a kid. Stuff hits different when you’re 12…and an idiot. You have to buy into the “this movie is real” bullshit juuuuuuust long enough until the credits roll.
Every fall I seek out horror as a franchise* and there are a lot of amazing horror movies that are good movies in themselves or projects on YouTube or well made crime podcasts. I love the feeling of glooming dread, which I actually hunt for once a year. But nothing is scary anymore as it was as a kid.
*)accept video games. I cried like a bitch in RE8 in that baby basement. I left the lights on when I played Iron Lung. And even thinking about playing Alien Isolation makes me hyperventilate. I can’t handle any of this. No thanks.


























Ok, now I get what the fuss is about. Half my life I have been wandering why people didn’t like broccoli or where that running gag came from. It probably is my favourite vegetable but I never enjoyed food from child catering services or similar places.