Shards of My Sanity - Horror is Happiness

Where do I begin? 

Well, how about with Drag Me to Hell?  Sam Raimi really outdid himself with his return to the horror genre.  I was hopeful going into this, because Raimi is the creator and director of The Evil Dead Trilogy, also because I'm a HUGE horror fan.  I'm often left disappointed by the failed attempts to scare people.  Only a FEW movies have ever delivered something to make me jump, and even then it was for just a short moment.  Like the beginning of Darkness Falls, and a scene in Dead Silence.  Drag Me to Hell really delivered the chills and fear.  It kept scaring you moment after moment, from start to finish! There were the normal elements that Raimi loved to use.  The Oldsmobile Delta 88 made its iconic appearance as it had in The Evil Dead Trilogy as well as Spider-Man (also directed by Raimi).  Of course the demonic possession and floating possessed bodies was straight from The Evil Dead.  I was pleased, and will stand by Drag Me to Hell as being the greatest horror film of all time.  And I know my horror!

I bought a pond today.  This plastic form in an odd shape which I had to dig a whole for and then work to fill it in to fit perfectly.  Then I had to fill it with water.  My turtles seemed to enjoy it.  It's still in the works.  I also got a water lilly, my favorite flower, and a pond filter which has a fountain on top.  I spent about two and a half or three hours working on it.  Eventually I'll put rock around it and build a waterfall.  Not to mention plant life and basking spots for my babies.  It was a 160 gallon preformed pond.  Not what I wanted, but its quite large.  The sticker on the shelf said $155.  I go to check out and it was about $70.  Thank God for that one.  So, in all, so far, it's cost me $200 for everything. 

I started writing poetry again, and am getting hell for it from the ONE person who wanted me to write again.  I can't help what my muse brings to my head.  I just write it, whether it's real or just lyrical.  I am a troubador.  I like writing comedic, lyrical poems.  They may or may not represent something going on in my life.  If I claim you're the thorns on a rose, remember I could do far worse with vengeful poetry.  If I write about love and loss, doesn't mean I am going through it.  Though, that does bring up where it comes from.  Jamey Johnson's song "They Call Me Country" inspired Thorns on a Rose and Down in Mississippi with two lines.  One: "You're a rose in a bed of thorns in the morning dew," which I reversed.  And two: "I'm a Mississippi Bluesman, just trying to make it on my own."  Not to mention Charley Pride's "Roll on Mississippi" and Jason Aldean's "She's Country" being inspiration to write something about where I come from.  And "What Do I Do?" was inspired by a simple idea, though I think I only put part of it in that poem.  I wanted one ALL about a red-headed redneck girl, but instead i only mention ONE red-head.  Though, the rest are southern girls. . .  I like comedic poems.  I like twists at the end.

Also, on the writing front, I have been working on my detective novel.  I have only finished 4 chapters, though, but I'm getting it done slowly.  I just have to find time, because I work so much and get little time off.  Also, because I am so tired at the end of the day.

I spent last weekend which was pretty much a 4-day holiday for me watching movies.  Death Proof, Planet Terror, Die Hard 4, Death Sentence, The Deaths of Ian Stone, The Cavern, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, Doomsday, Feast 3, The Last House on the Left (the orginal one), Severed, and I don't remember what else.  Though, Feast 3 was a great movie until the ending went completely nuts.  I won't spoil it. . . but biker chicks going topless for the whole movie, and the end of the Feast 2, was awesome.  Nothing beats the original Feast, though.  With Die Hard 4 and Death Proof, I got to see Mary Elizabeth Winstead. 

Well, I suppose that's all for now.  Oh, wait, I got The Last Oracle by James Rollings:

In Washington D.C., a homeless man dies in Commander Gray Pierce's arms, shot by an assassin's bullet. But the death leaves behind a greater mystery: a bloody coin found clutched in the dead man's hand, an ancient relic that traces back to the Greek Oracle of Delphi. As ruthless hunters search for the stolen artifact, Pierce discovers the coin is the key to unlocking a plot that threatens the very foundation of humanity. For an international think-tank of scientists has discovered a way to bioengineer autistic child who show savant talents into something far greater and far more frightening all in hopes of creating a world prophet for the new millennium, one to be manipulated to create a new era of global peace...a peace on their own terms.

From ancient Greek temples to glittering mausoleums, from the slums of India to the radioactive ruins of Russia, two men must race against time to solve a mystery that dates back to the first famous oracle of history the Greek Oracle of Delphi. But one question remains: will the past be enough to save the future?

Can't wait to finish it.