Attack of the Grievance-Hoarding Emo Blogger

This is my gift to Gil Mann, the Keeper of the Rumproast All Hallows Magic Lantern, and our fearless guide to things that go Quelle surprise! in the night.

Trick or treat, Eek-Boy.

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 10/26/09 at 11:25 AM • Permalink

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Watching that interminable trailer was like being tapped with a spoon for 10 minutes, 17 seconds. But it did make me laff.

Now that’s horror!

Spoonkiller must be kin of mine, for I’ve itched to do the very same to any number of people.

Robert Gale has captured something lurking deep within the human psyche, something we would rather not acknowledge, but the searing honesty underlying the gore, explosions and spoonmarks cannot be denied.

They should really have given the locations manager a stand-alone credit. This thing covers more territory than that weak “Stand By Me” mash-up. Playing For Change, Meet Spooning For Screams.
—-wait, that doesn’t work, somehow. Oh well!

Betty, it helps if you think of the spoon as Medicare-for-All with a robust private option.

This trailer is proof positive that triggers don’t work!

Aww! That’s the longest thing anyone’s ever done for me.

Hey, how’d you know my nickname IRL? Except it’s spelled “Eke” and it refers to my take-home.

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