horror flicks

I asked Tom and Becky what movies they recommended. The COOP put this together. Thanks, Coop!

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Let the Right One In
The Descent
Wolf Creek (kind of makes you angry in the "why are you dropping your only weapon?!" kind of way)
The Strangers and Funny Games (Basically, torture porn--made us angry! Chris Hefner says they are interesting BECAUSE they make us respond so strongly. Your call.)
The Thing
Alien (I and II)
Jaws
The Exorcist
Burnt Offerings (old school fun)
The Wicker Man (original, weird and fun)
28 Days Later (and 28 Weeks Later, but you have to watch it strictly as allegory as the logic is rather strained sometimes)
The Ruins
High Tension
Shrooms (better than the title would suggest)
The Orphanage
Jacob's Ladder (maybe more sad than scary, but then I go back to scary because it's sad...)
Rosemary's Baby
The Omen
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
The Night of the Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead...etc. All good zombie stuff.
Dead Alive (Not scary, but gory and absurd)
A Tale of Two Sisters
Dario Argento films
Hellraiser (maybe not Tom, but it always kinda freaked me out)
The Serpent and the Rainbow and The Believers (I tend to conflate the two)
Angel Heart
Scanners
The Fury
Poltergeist
They Live (A long-time favorite, very campy)
The Unnamable (just for Matt O.)
The Shining
Carrie
The Dead Zone
The Hunger (David Bowie, 'nuff said)
The Amityville Horror
The Fly
Videodrome
Existenz (I liked it, Tom didn't)
Halloween
An American Werewolf in London
All Bruce Campbell Army of Darkness related stuff
Sleepaway Camp (classic)
The Children (another silly classic)
Shaun of the Dead (not scary, but really fun)
Quarantine (It was OK)
Paranormal Activity (As I don't believe in demon possession, not so scary, but this movie freaks some people out. There were a couple of good jumpy scenes.)
The Holy Mountain (I don't know if this counts, but it always disturbs me)
Altered States (for the same reason as Holy Mountain)
The Reflecting Skin (weird)
Session 9 (good indie flick)
30 Days of Night (Tom hated it, but I thought there was some good vampire killins)
The Mist (remake wasn't bad)
The Host (Tom thought it was silly, but I like Korean films)
Slither (gross and icky)
Vanished
Stir of Echoes
The Eye (Asian version is better)
Ringu (Again, I think the Asian version is scarier. Same with The Grudge.)
Willard
The Happiness of the Katakuris (just a really weird, unclassifiable Japanese zombie movie that makes fun of Japanese movie tropes, including musicals)
Old Boy (kind of horrified me, but I'm not sure it's considered horror)
Tetsuo, the Iron Man
The Omega Man (heh)
Blair Witch (this did scare me when I saw it)

Holy crap, getting close...

Welcome Tom and Becky, Brian and Orla, Chris and Tim and Eli and Ira and Honey. It's really awesome to have you all as authors now on here too. I miss all you peoples. Frilla. Honey, I hope I spelled your name right.


Regarding Eleuthera, I keep calling the electric, the permit people, and the water people, and man, they don't like callin' a brother back for nothin. I'd really like to get some utils hooked up when I'm there, to make it a little easier to get along, and a lot easier to build stuff. I'm bringing a handsaw just in case, let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'm gonna head over there in about 2 weeks, I think... I don't have a date for that yet, but i'm just so damned excited about it that I had to get on here and post my rough ideas. I just gotta get this painting and all this crap done and then I can get a ticket. I just checked, they're only about 150 dollars including taxes and everything. Somebody give me a kick in the ass so I can get going here... I'm thinking like January 26 or so, to leave enough time to get this bastard condo up for sale.

I guess that's it. I have the blueprints now for the steel building, I guess i mentioned that. i'd post 'em, but I'm too damned lazy to TAKE the picture, CONNECT the camera to the computer, and then POST it. I'm only one man, goddammit.

Only one man.

I'm in ur blogs...

...editing ur postz!

GROUP blog now...

Jackl here, January 6 or something. It's thursday. That's good enough for me.

Hey, what's up? So, big changes over here at blog central. A couple things happening, which should explain a little more why we changed the blog up. A, we realized we can make it so that other people can post too. This is important, since the idea was that the place we have, we share with our people. That's you. So, that said, we wanted to make sure that if you have any thoughts on things Bahamras, that there's a good spot to post 'em. Ideally, that'll be your pics after you come down there. In the meantime, post anything else that might be of interest to good people that might give a damn. In our perfect world, all these people we're so crazy about will get to know each other via this place, a little or a lot, and from their posts. We'll see. that part's up to you guys.

B: no, no one's chasing us, or trying to kill us or anything, that we know of anyway, but we figure it's best if we don't let the world know everything about our personal lives, we'll just blurt 'em out to our close friends, and you too, if you feel like it.

Moving on, the plans. I have our condo mostly cleaned out and still fixing it up for sale. This will be the funds for the building, or as much of it as it will fund, at least the shell anyway. So, we're hoping to sell that soon, and get the financial ball rolling. There's a deadline. What are you kidding me? We got us a baby on the way over here! I gots to get to cracking.

Conch that is. Har har.

No, so for real. We have a couple bucks saved here, and so besides going to doctors, that money will be going for the first wave of work, which I'm leaving to do by myself, while the little woman hangs back in Florida. I'll be taking the small truck, a lighter and some pruners and going to clear the lot, get the utilities hooked up, get it surveyed, and make sure our plans will gel with the elevations there. It's been two years since we've seen it, so better to double check before getting the plans etched in stone. Besides, that's heavy. (man, I'm really on fire tonight!)

I might build a shed to keep tools in too, or store stuff in the truck. We'll see. Probably.

We have a deposit on the steel part of the building, and need to take delivery there within 6 months. That means this train is rollin, sucka. Speaking of trains rolling, theres actually a sunken train at the north end of the island. Not much left, but still, it's a train. But back to the plan: so that means that steel building, utilities, truck, boat, trailer, and all will be there pretty shortly.

Holy crap, I'm excited. Stay tuned. Lots of love to all of you people. There's some more I can't reach cuz i don't have their emails to invite them, so please spread the word if there's anyone you know that should be subscribing that isn't on here. That's pretty much going for anyone who is our people. Pass the word to 'em. A few that need notifying: andi sise, sarah mclaughlin, lara hiller and family, fake cousin scott, claire, mtliang, and if anyone knows who cort sener is, email me. we don't want any strangers on here, just the best peeps. And if you think there's anyone that's been neglected, please let us know, because i'm sure there are, and know we did a half-ass job of getting keys out, and invites, etc.

Damn lucky to have you all.
Jack

Hey y'all. You probably already know the good news, but if you don't, Ruth is in a rather motherly way. Pretty awesome, eh?

With that news, I'm going to make a changes on here. I'm going to make this a private blog soon, because of all the personal info that goes on here, both about our family and our plans that have been discussed already. That means anyone viewing will know a lot about our lives, so I would appreciate it if you still want to be able to view it, that you shoot me an email at livingstonebuilding@yahoo.com, and I'll make a list of all the people involved, and you'll be able to sign in and check it out. Do this a.s.a.p., and i'll make sure it's taken care of.

Another change: you all will be able to post stuff too, if you're in the mood, since the plizace was meant to be shared to begin with. We should have done this long ago... starting as soon as you send your email. You subscribers, I'll put yours in there, don't worry about it. And you other people we know (immediate family and people we talk to every couple days) don't worry about emailing us. If you think you might get left out in the cold though, shoot ol' ruth or me an email at livingstonebuilding@yahoo.com and let me know who you are if it's not obvious, and we'll take care of ya.
jack

January plans/first wave

The latest:
So, we put a deposit on a steel building. then were sent the contract to complete, and read some really screwy bullshit in there. They had the right to raise the price before delivery, and make us pay it, charge our card that they used for the deposit to pay that difference, deliver at their convenience, and call it a breach of contract if we didn't like that timing, etc. etc. So, I told 'em to get bent. But they never did charge the card. Then I went with a second company, and after giving them my info, they told me our card declined, and it turns out, that the first school of jackassery had, in the interim, charged our card. Bastards. So we're fighting that out.

We will take delivery in Governor's Harbour within 6 months. It will be 30 wide, by 35 long, with a 10x16 door on the oceanside end, as well as regular doors and windows. This will serve as the second floor, and possibly a temporary shelter until the first floor (cinder block and concrete) is built. That will be more like 50 x 35. I'm working with an architect there, who is also the building inspector. I've also applied for the water service, and am still asking the electric company to come and tell me what's needed for a temporary pole. If they don't answer, I'll be there in January, I think. I've been packing again, getting all of our shite organized. We're selling the condo to finance the thing, so we'll list that in January. Since we're doing that, that means I have to pick up the pace to get it ready and finish stuff I never finished before, as well as remediating (read: getting rid of) the mold that greeted us on our return. So, I got a storage unit for all our junk, and just finished moving our two trailers there, the boat and the storage trailer, so that I can get the first wave of stuff ready to go, so we can get something started before we have the loot to move it all. We'll start with the little black truck, a tent, some pruners, water jugs, gas cans, generator, canned food, toilet paper, a shovel, and some pencils and paper, and some tools to build a shed, and the materials to do it. It'll start with a shed, a la Shady Rest, and like all good things do.

So, we'll see. I'll be writing soon, but after January, sometime, I'll be writing while sleeping in the tent or the back of the truck, and sending the posts after I drive into town from the library.

Getting there, homies. Getting there.

Jack out.

Osweiczim, Poland, and Auschwitz

Birch trees and barbed wire



weeping willow and guard tower



This is rebar that was in the structure of the gas chamber at Birkenau-Auschwitz. When the allies were approaching, the Nazis blew it up, and then burned it to destroy the evidence. The fire was so hot, this rebar wilted.



Train track to unload, and only unload, people.




I hope I spelled that right above. the German version of the town name is what the concentration camp got its name after.

Berlin and stuff

this is actually owned by two brothers, by those names. Seriously. I mean that. It's true. Just kidding.


This is a river in Berlin. I call it "the Berlin River."

Ruth on the double decker bus



Fresh food in the Berlin train station. Man, look at all that cabbage. If you ate all that, you'd probably live forever.

This shirt cost the equivalent of $90 in the U.S. I don't even know what it means.




This T-shirt is the equivalent of $75. Notice it's in English. The father of the person buying this were the ones that "the ugly American" was named after. After the revolution, as Patrick would say, this person will be in front of a cart plowing my field.




Fresh juice bar, also in the Berlin train station.

Ruth doing her makeup in a sign reflection

this made me think of ya, Lara, if you're reading this






subway art. Pretty daring, I'd say, for something hanging in a sandwich shop.



this dog could be Sandoz's twin. I wrote earlier that she looked like Tang, but I think more like Sandoz. Not the first dog I've seen who was so strikingly similar either. That phenotype must run really strong in nem doags.

Berlin

In memoriam, these plaques are outside of a home where these victims of the holocaust had lived.



Generic German bike



Ruth and I ate at this market, where we figure we'd get something authentically German. The guy couldn't speak English, so we pointed in our mouths, and rubbed our stomachs, and he just looked alarmed. We continued to ask, pointing in our mouth and licking our lips and going MMMMMM! and he just spit on the ground, and pointed at it. I think he was saying that he didn't think the food we has serving wasn't very good, but while we admired his honesty, we figured if it's good enough for the Germans, it's good enough for us, and we just licked our lips some more and said MMMMMM! until he finally served us up some. i have to admit, it was really gross. It was just a big bowl full of this bubbly, slimy, snotty liquid that tasted slimy and snotty. really bad. I'm shocked that the Germans can stomach that stuff. Oh well, like they said in Anchorman, "when in Rome!" and like they said on that show Diff'rent Strokes, "what may be right for you might not be right for some," and "whatchu talkin' 'bout, Pearl?"

I'm just kidding. This is where the savvy German shopper gets the very best deals on spittle! We knew it all along. Either way, we walked away realizing two things: the stuff tastes really gross, and Diff'rent Strokes is really a great show.



Mercedes, rising up like a Phoenix after the bombings of WWII.

Erotik Museum, Berlin

This is the first sculpture of a man that doesn't depict his, er, flugelhorn, as all shriveled up. Man, what are people so afraid of? We see images of women constantly, everywhere we turn, and this is the first time Ruth or I had seen any depiction of a man aroused. Big deal, eh? Come on, guys. Let's give something back to the ladies who put up with depictions of women's er, funbags, all over the place 24 hours a day. Let's stop being so freaked out. No wonder Ruth took about 47 pictures. Until our wedding night, she had probably never seen such a thing. Poor girl, how fair is that?




This is the description of Courbet's "Origin du Monde" or the "origin of the world." Indeed. I guess it caused a big stink for being obscene, which is fricking ABSURD. It's the most normal thing in the world, and again, perverse that we're so warped and out of touch with who, and what we are, that we think this is obscene. I will admit, I'm not sure I understand what it's doing at the erotic museum, but I applaud that he made it.



Courbet's painting.




Tile work in the Berlin subway. It looks Navajo (wait, Navaho or Navajo?), but either way I think the Germans are onto something by having artwork up and not bare.


Petruvian energy drink

berlin's erotic museum, etc.

turka cola


run cool



this guy is supposed to be a biblical figure. I honestly can't remember who he's supposed to be. I will say though, that it's very perverse, and obscene...


that showing a person in their natural state is so taboo. If the gods had wanted people to be nekkid, they would have had them born that way. And besides, isn't that unrealistic? Shouldn't that thing be more like half the size of my pinky?



Incredibly unrealistic, as I mentioned. Maybe if it they were more like stubby pencils, it could be believable. I guess that's why Ruth took so long in that area, checking out this bizarre version of what humanity "might" look like.





this could be Tang's long lost sister. What a beautiful animal.

everything's backwards over there


This cat was just jamming out in Vienna. These guys are all over the place. Europe's lousy with 'em.

tile roof in vienna. pretty sweet.




ruth makes friends all over



probama graffiti in vienna


not to be outdone, picasso gets in on the act



nightmares

This last one is made from real teeth. Just the teeth part, silly.

Masks from the "masks" exhibit in vienna. There were hundreds and hundreds. The variety was crazy. really impressive exhibit.

Berlin to Krakow

Scenes from the Erotika Museum:







a real skin flute





From there we wandered around and rode a couple of buses and trains in seach of a bar called the Kit Kat Klub, only to find it was closed and at a further location than we had thought. We milled around the city, sightseeing and what not. We stopped at a grocery store and ate tomatoes and cream-filled cookies. When it came time to get back to the main train station though, we were shocked to find a lot of the rails were down and we had to rely on a few people's help to take the right way back. The roundabout way back took us so long that we nearly missed our train to Poland! We ran through the station at top speed, up and down stairs with our heavy packs only to make it on the platform with two minutes to spare.






The night ride started out hopeful because we had a 2nd class cabin to ourselves and were able to stretch out on either side. But after a few stops people started pouring onto the train. Two polish middle-aged women came into our cabin and we got up to make room. We had been sleeping but when they sat down they starting chatting their asses of very noisely! After a few minutes one lady decided she'd rather have her luggage on a seat than on the floor, so she sat up and lifted her suitcase onto the seat she was sitting on, then stepped over and sat right on my feet! I had them resting on the seat across from me the whole time! The act was clearly purposeful. It hurt actually, and I uttered an "oh!" to which she responded by yelling at me in Polish. Rude, rude, rude. Seriously. Because I couldn't understand her, I stuttered an "I'm sorry...?" and moved my legs onto Jack. Later on while my eyes were shut (they probably assumed I was sleeping) the other one mimicked me and started in Polish and snickering. It was clear they were talking about me. I was awfully exhausted from being up all night and I didn't have the energy to call them out, so kept on trying to sleep. In the wee hours of the morning the one who sat on my foot wouldn't move over to give Jack more leg room. I swore that if they pulled any more rude shit I would yell at them and tell them they were mean, old bobchas...