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Babes in peril and perilous babes:

Burn, Witch, Burn
The Innocents
Rosemary’s Baby
Damien: Omen II. The Omen Omen III: The Final Conflict
The Haunting
I Walked with a Zombie

Classically creepy:

The Spiral Staircase
Curse of the Demon
Peeping Tom
Seance on a Wet Afternoon

Subtly sinister:

Don’t Look Now
Immortality
Cat People

Subtitled terror:

A Tale of Two Sisters
The Devil’s Backbone
Open Your Eyes
Les Diaboliques

Campy and satirical scares:

Shaun of the […]

My birthday is in 17 days. I will be turning 26. I will be turning 26 because I have decided to calculate my age based on the theory that “40 is the new 30.” This year I want to go out for an elegant, high end dinner complete with elegant, high end […]

Everyone from the BBC to Gawker to Game Spot to The Onion has been talking about Grand Theft Auto IV. So far the game has garnered rave reviews. I guess that means I’m not the only person who enjoys shooting people in the head and driving recklessly. In a purely virtual sense, […]

Today’s intermède amusant comes to us via Facebook, via the lovable Kate.

Waldo Jaquith, web developer to The Virginia Quarterly Review, wanted to demonstrate that using clichés in your poetry won’t get you published. Ironically, he ended up proving the exact opposite.
Jaquith compiled statistics on poetry submissions “covering clichéd topics,” presumably to discourage poets from submitting any more poems about blood, cats, or poetry to the […]

My brother recently converted the web page for his record label of recordings to a blog. He and his partner Aaron will post new releases there, along with witty musings about taxonomy, the Golden Break, and basketball.

I knew if I procrastinated long enough someone would invent a robot to do my housework.

After more than a decade together, my dad and Miss J. finally decided to get married. They further decided to get married on February 29th, in Detroit, at a beautiful Victorian inn, with a non-traditional ceremony. That’s just how they roll.
In January, my dad asked me if I would write a poem to […]

Someone on the Saturday Night Live writing staff spent the entire writer’s strike watching Oscar nominees and the Food Network.