I will begin this by first apologizing to all of my gloriously wonderful gay friends out there. It’s understandable that an entire community would refuse to accept a woman who dare take on a Dorothy like role as did Zooey Deschanel did in The Tin Man. That being said, I have to say, I can’t continue on without handing out a Fabulous Friday to the younger of the two Deschanel sisters.
Today is a day of firsts and seconds. First we have our first Get Jack’d three way with two of my favorite indie authors: The Queen of Darkness and Fire (Shea MacLeod) and the Queen of Witches (Heather Marie Adkins). Where should I start? Should I just swoon, being among such insanely amazing talent? Here’s what I should do – stop yammering and start discussing!
Just what does that title mean? It’s a secret. Okay, not really. Today’s Humday Horror is about television — specifically what gets canned vs. what remains. The trash that lasts vs the gems that die. It’s about the thinking man’s loss vs. the simpleton’s gain. Could I be more cryptic? Hell yes I can! Let’s get busy!
I probably should have lead off with the one Misfit I know the best — me. From birth to now, I have pretty much embodied all that is Misfit. And since this weeks Misfit Monday happens to land on Halloween, I figure ‘why not’?'! Sure you’ve read my bio, my blog, and my books. But those things don’t really get you, the reader, fan, and stalker, into the true heart of me and my inner Misfit (that’s actually quite an outer Misfit, as I don’t make a habit of hiding it.) So, without further adieu, I give you — me.
Snootchy Bootchy! No, not talkin’ ’bout THAT kinda mary jane. Though one would think a permanent passenger on the dark hayride would have dipped his purple-laquered toes into those tie-dyed waters of munchy-inducing goodness — not so, not so. My lovelies, the Mary Jane I so fondly speak of is…wait for it…the shoe.
I can’t even begin to tell you how many times the Zombie King gets this question. “Will there ever really be a zombie apocalypse?” Well, my lovely readers, the answer to that question is a resounding “Yes!” How can I say that? Aren’t zombies fiction? Hello? Have you ever watched the Republican National Convention?
I kid the Republicans.
Anway…Yes, the apocalypse will happen. It’s inevitable. And when it does, I want all of my gorgeous readers and fans out there to be pre – wait for it – pared.
Here on Get Jack’d I’m starting a few new regular series of posts. We can’t have things getting stale — stale is so … yesterday! So to keep things minty fresh I introduce to you the first in my regular blogs Misfit Monday. Now many of you might be rolling your eyes or pish poshing the idea, thinking I’m going to be writing about various miscreants, killers, or maybe just covering Glenn Danzig and his leather-clad, skull wearing punk band. Though not beyond the realm of the possible, that’s not what this regular Monday entry on Get Jack’d is about.
It’s October and that means one thing – Halloween! Okay, for me it means Halloween, but for many others it means spooks, frights, and other things that go BOO in the night. One thing that is sure NOT to frighten you is the yummiest witch since Willow Rosenberg – Heather Marie Adkins. Let’s get spooky with Heather!
When last we met our intrepid crew from The Walking Dead they were leaping from an exploding CDC. But more than that — the show itself was starting to slowly descend into too much feel-good family fluff about sisters and dolphin necklaces and too much concern for everything BUT the namesake of the series — the undead. With the ninty minute opening episode of season two all of that changed and the zombie horde came out in force.
Horror, true horror is such a rarity these days. Decent horror on a television series is even more rare. True, frightening horror on the television is completely unheard of (unless you count the train wreck called reality TV — to me that is just beyond horror!) That is why I am so hesitant to really fall in love with American Horror Story on FX now. Why? Because it is quite good and, at times, quite frightening. Episode two went far to prove this to me.
I’ve already listed my all-time favorite Horror Movies for the month of October. To further this spooktastic trend, this time around I’m going with my all-time favorite gore-fest films. These movies won’t be for the faint of heart or the week of stomach…you’ve been warned! Bwahahahaha!
The season opener of Dexter set up and promised a lot for us fans of horror and all things creepy. A new religio-fanatic killer on the loose intent on spreading some kind of twisted message, Dexter picking up the pace on the kills, a little bit of emotional chaos here and there. Last night’s episode was more an exercise in “Remember what we promised you last week? Well, let us remind you of it.”
I now have the pleasure of Jacking paranormal thrillers and children’s books. And what a perfect time to have a writer of spooky delights than October. As the penultimate witching hour arrives, let’s get spooky!
It finally arrived — a horror series worthy of the genre “horror”. It’s been a long time since I could say a television horror series had serious potential. American Horror Story is just that — full of potential. But the horrors this show brings might well be too much for the average public viewer.
It wasn’t until I was doing a touring a show along the east coast and Canada that I had that magical moment of falling under the spell of a villain. That villain was Shakespeare’s Richard III as portrayed by the brilliant Colm Feore. When Mr. Feore limped onto the stage and recited “Now is the winter of our discontent…” he had the audience eating out of the palm of his twisted hand. We laughed, we ooh’d, and we ahh’d at his incredible acrobatic use of the language and his voice. But more importantly, we fell in love with a character so utterly evil that when he walked on stage carrying a severed head we thought it just…for a moment.