I think they meant more, why is she on this list? I didn’t see anything in her tweet that made it worthy of the worst tweets of the day.

Me either. I mean she’s not cool, but she doesn’t pretend to be. I’m 100% in favour of more slightly lame earnest celebrities.

I know she went around hiding books in the subway. I don’t see the problem with the tweet? I don’t get why people are so hard on Emma Watson.

The best music video is actually this murderous masterpiece from a Korean girl group.

(Copying/pasting from my own blog here, so yes, you can find an almost verbatim version of this elsewhere online.)

When I was a kid, my family acquired a Ouija board. We tried it out a few times, with minimal success, until one day, we ‘struck gold’.

I’ve had a lot of paranormal experiences happen to me and around me over the years. I have always believed in some form of paranormal other, whether it’s a ghost or spirit or demon. My mother also believes in what she cannot see so I grew up with a healthy dose of the other side. Regardless, these events still give me…

I know! I poked the bear.

When I was 10 we moved into a home that was about 100 years old on a farm about 5 miles outside of the small town we had been living in. We planned to live in that home during the time my parents built their new house on the same property. The home only had two spaces that had been designed as bedrooms so my room was…

No one will wade through 1500+ comments to read this, but I’ll share anyway. Mr. Level, the Level kids and I moved into a new-to-us home about 3 years ago. We purchased the house from a completely lovely couple, whom I’ll call Sam and Janice. This house is just a rambling sprawl; nearly every square inch of basement…

Maybe this isn’t exactly the stuff nightmares are made of, but it sure spooked me!

I was born and raised in Central Florida, in a town that grew up around the site of a very significant battle between the US Army and the Seminole Indians. The Seminoles ambushed two traveling military companies about a mile from where my childhood home stands and proceeded to slaughter all but a few men. The Army…

After college I lived with my boyfriend in his family’s townhouse in one of the oldest parts of London. They had told me lots of stories about “the ghost” which I found entertaining and ridiculous in equal parts. Nothing could have prepared me for living there. 

Lunch hour at the Library

I’ve never posted, so this might live in the greys forever. But!

In January of 2013, I moved into my (then) boyfriend’s outwardly cute 60s era house. I live in Oregon, so I’m used to gloomy, dark winters, but for some reason, this house had a tendency to magnify those vibes. It had a very solemn quality—even when the sun shone through the windows, it still felt somehow…sad. And…

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

No thanks.

This happened several years ago, when I first moved to L.A. and rented a place in a charmingly old/frustratingly old building. I almost took the efficiency next door, but splurged and went for the studio. I’m glad I did, and not just for the stove and the small amount of extra space. 

This particular story completely splits my listeners. Some of my friends are horrified; my brother became furious at ME (in a protective sort of way) when I told him it; but still others don’t see it as a big deal, or at least, do not find it the least alarming. In a few cases, people are quick to defend the non-scary…