I’ve added The Bloggess to my list of recommended sites, even though a) she’s an a-lister in the blogosphere and I tend to shy away from them; and b) she doesn’t normally write about horror films (she doesn’t normally write about anything*).
I have no evidence for this, but her off-beat sensibilities make me think that she’d have been a devout Horror Incorporated viewer, had God only seen fit to place her in the Twin Cities in the 1970s.
Here she is walking through a barn full of oddities, owned by the family of her best friend Laura:
me: HOLY SHIT, THERE’S A 10 FOOT GUN IN HERE.Laura: It’s not loaded.
me: THERE ARE LIFE-SIZE FAIRIES HANGING FROM THE CEILING.
Laura: Huh. So there are.
me: There’s a box here that says “Monkey hands” on the outside.
Laura: It probably has monkey hands in it.
me: MOTHER OF GOD, THIS IS A BOX FULL OF MONKEY HANDS.
Laura: Do you want them?
me: Do I want a box of monkey hands? Is this a trick question? Of course I want a box of monkey hands. But I’m not going to take all your monkey hands. I’ll just take two.
Laura: OMG, take the box of monkey hands. What am I going to do with monkey hands?
me: What couldn’t you do with monkey hands?
Laura: I…have no response for that.
me: Okay, I’m taking these monkey hands on loan, but they’re yours when you need them.
Laura: I’ve almost never had the need for monkey hands.
me: It’s weird that we’re friends.
Laura: Good weird, or bad wierd?
me: Well, good weird for me. I just got an unexpected box of monkey hands.
Laura: Well then, it’s working out for everyone.
Seems to me you couldn’t watch Horror Incorporated every week and not want a box full of monkey hands. So welcome aboard, Bloggess.
*There’s a joke in there somewhere, but damned if I can find it.