She looks awesome, although I’m concerned that we have yet another hero with a boop. Overwatch is slowly becoming a flight sim.

This, right here, is what the earliest filmmakers had in mind as they blazed the trail of the motion picture. The Lumière brothers dreamed of the day when the world would be ready for Spies In Disguise. Brothers... sisters... today is that day. We’ve made it. 2019 will be forever remembered as the year in which the…

I was never a fan of their music (I know, blasphemy... “Intergalactic” remains an absolute killer track, though), but I’ve always loved their charisma. I’ll even suffer Jimmy Fallon to watch this, and that’s saying something. 

I am deeply offended by the sweater motif, as a practicing nudist Buddhist. 

Man, I’m a huge Residents fan, and this breaks my heart. RIP, Hardy.

White Day: A Labyrinth Named School. A fairly obscure S. Korean game from the early 00s, basically Amnesia long before Amnesia. I’ve been singing this game’s praises for years. It’s buggy as hell, and immensely frustrating, but good god does it scare the fuck out of me every time, and games don’t scare me easily.

Blood is among my favorite games of all time. It’s extremely replayable (21 years since I first played it, and it can still kick my ass... hard as nails, but not frustratingly so, save for the occasional glitch or bullshit room), the mood is top notch, and the sound design still manages to be unnerving.

I never knew people hated Almond Joy/Mounds until recently, and even as a lover of many shitty candies, that one shook my world view. Almond Joy has almonds! Mounds don’t! There’s something for everybody!

I’ll defend Avatar all day (it’s a theme park ride disguised as a movie, and that’s just fine), but jesus, Jimmy Cam, even I’m not champing at the bit for four more of these. Dial it down a notch. 

While I’m a happy and loyal Shudder subscriber, it never once asks me how my day was or what my plans are. Sure, it “knows” me, but does it really *know* me? Y’know?

A couple from my own October playlist:

If I’m trying to get scared/startled, haunted house movies.

Well, when a corpse has been shambling for this long, a few body parts are bound to fall off. 

That’s fantastic news. On the one hand, that low quality adds to the charm of movies like these (there’s a reason VHS collectors tend to be fans of trashy horror, after all), but getting a good HD look at the effects in these three movies in particular is really exciting. 

The gritty Killer Klowns From Outer Space sequel really took a turn I wasn’t expecting.

2II2nIIc?

2tantic. Ti2nic. I mean, come on, Clive. 

Robert Englund just hinted that he might have one more movie left in him, so things are looking up for sure. 

He tried to scalp them, but he got stopped by a lady cop in her automobile. 

I can imagine that he doesn’t ever want to feel like he did that day.