So earlier today my brother slipped into my room while I was gone and left this creepy doll thing sitting on a chair to freak me out. It fucking worked.

So this happened. When I started this blog I really didn’t expect it to amount to much of anything or to be something I’d stick with for so long, but here we are three years later and suddenly there are 150,000 of you. I just wanted to take a moment and say thanks to everyone who likes my silly little blog enough to follow it, and to the population of tumblr in its entirety.

I never would’ve guessed how much joining tumblr would enrich my life. At the end of the day it’s “just some website”, but I honestly think it’s more than that: I’ve made a lot of good friends here and I’ve learned a lot of things from this place. It’s exposed me to new interests and new ways of thinking that I don’t think I would’ve found otherwise, and all that’s gone a long way in helping me cope with my depression and deal with life’s various hardships. I love that tumblr exists; it’s the best community on the internet and I’m really glad I get to be a part of it. Thanks for making my life suck a little less, all of you!

I have a twitter!

It’s not very horror-centric because I do most of my horror business here but the account’s there if any of you wanna follow it. I’m intending to start posting more about my ongoing stab at sobriety (I’ve been dead sober for a whole 17 days which, meager as it sounds, is a personal record) so at least that’s something kind of interesting that’s going on over there I guess.

Well my life just peaked…

I am 22 and utterly unlovable, anon.

I’m agnostic.

I never really concern myself with religion — if there’s a higher power out there, I’d imagine that power would work in ways we’re never going to be able to fully understand or process. And I’d also imagine something immense enough to create creation itself would have bigger matters to attend to than being fussed about whether or not we bow down to it. So why worry?

But that’s just me. Whatever works for you, works for you. =]

As a kid I was too much of a pansy for horror movies, but I loved shows like Scooby Doo, Courage The Cowardly Dog, Aaahh!! Real Monsters, Goosebumps, Are You Afraid Of The Dark?, and Tales From The Cryptkeeper — the lesser known but still totally awesome animated spin-off of Tales From The Crypt. I’d say those things are what started me on my path to horror films. Once I got to the films themselves, though, I can draw a pretty clear line to what made me fall in love with the genre:

• Rumpelstiltskin: this piece of trash — and believe me, I say that with about as much endearment and reverence as you can say it — is the first horror movie I ever saw. It’s a spectacularly bad Leprechaun ripoff and very little else, but it holds a special place in my heart because of how much it creeped six- or possibly seven-year-old me out. If I ever have kids, this is going to be their introduction to scary movies.
• Jack Frost: the second horror film I can remember watching. Just as awful as the first, but still, I can distinctly remember it giving Young Tommy more than one nightmare. I loved winter and I loved Christmas so a killer snowman movie was perfect for me. I’ve still got a serious thing for Christmas-themed horror to this day (Christmas Evil for the win!) and I’m pretty sure this movie is the reason for it. 
• House On Haunted Hill (1999): I saw a few movies in between those two and this one, but this one was the first horror film that really grabbed me. I totally refused to watch it because of how much the TV spots scared me, but my childhood best friend eventually goaded me into it. I had bad dreams for weeks. I actually watched this for the first time since that night a few days ago and oh man, it is gloriously hilari-bad. I’d built it up in my head over the years as this unsung masterpiece of horror, and I was somehow utterly wrong and totally right at the same time. It’s such a wonderful, awful, wonderful movie!
• A Nightmare On Elm Street: House on Haunted Hill put Young Tommy off horror films “for good”, and it wasn’t until a few years later when I was in 8th grade that Freddy brought me back to them. My parents couldn’t afford to keep our cable package so we’d been TV-less for around six months and I was sick to death of watching Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo and Forrest Gump six times a day every day of my life, so I popped this unassuming VCR tape in one afternoon when I was home alone. This, my friends, was the first time I fell in love. Seriously. It scared the hell out of me, leading to a couple of months where I just devoured every horror-y VHS we owned over and over again.
• The Exorcist: Anddddd the coup de grace, my favorite horror movie ever. I was 14-years-old and a freshman in high school when my best friend loaned me his DVD of The Exorcist. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I didn’t even try to sleep. I can still remember every frame of it unfolding before my eyes: a veritable crescendo of horror, twisting and turning and instilling that wonderful, horrible sense of terror only The Exorcist can truly instill. It’s been my favorite movie, horror or otherwise, ever since — within two weeks of seeing it I was collecting DVDs and posters and gobbling up everything creepy that I could get my grubby little mitts on. It changed my life and now that it’s in my head again I’m pretty sure I’m gonna watch it for the seventeen-thousandth time on blu-ray tonight.

Also: if this post hasn’t proved how utterly not awesome I am, I’m pretty sure nothing will. Forgive me for rambling, haha.