sephira: (Supernatural: 80's pr0n stars)
If you're one of those people that likes to stay up late and scare yourself with stuff on the Internet, here's a wide variety of links in celebration of the approach of Halloween! Note: obviously most of these are linked because of creepiness, not authenticity; I'm not that gullible, not since I bought that fake gypsy curse off the Internet.

This page contains a collection of Youtube ghost videos that the writer swears are scary, and also not those videos were they try to scare you by someone screaming at the end. I have so far been to cowardly to confirm.
This is a really well-done creepy Youtube video. Um. I couldn't sleep after watching it maybe.
✚ Do UFOs freak you out? Then this is the thread for you! (The comments also contain a link to a recording of what happened when one guy apparently decided to fly over Area 51)
Halloween on Cracked!
✚ Um, this is the creepiest thing I ever saw on Australian television. 
✚ More good links here at another LJ!
✚ ETA: via [livejournal.com profile] bettytron2000, the only manly way to carve a pumpkin
✚ Via David Wong, The 9 Scariest Short Internet Films. I couldn't make it past #3.


Also, If you are looking for a good movie to watch for Halloween this year, I will once again recommend Trick R Treat, because it's a) really good b) very clever, especially if you avoid spoilers and c) actually relates a lot to Halloween, unlike that other famous horror movie set on Halloween. You know, the one about the guy killing all those people on Halloween, on the anniversary of that other killing that also happened on Halloween. I think it was called "The Psycho Killer That Couldn't Slow Down."

Also a safety announcement: here is what to do if you are affected by real-life ghosts or demons!
sephira: (Supernatural: 80's pr0n stars)
If you're one of those people that likes to stay up late and scare yourself with stuff on the Internet, here's a wide variety of links in celebration of the approach of Halloween! Note: obviously most of these are linked because of creepiness, not authenticity; I'm not that gullible, not since I bought that fake gypsy curse off the Internet.

This page contains a collection of Youtube ghost videos that the writer swears are scary, and also not those videos were they try to scare you by someone screaming at the end. I have so far been to cowardly to confirm.
This is a really well-done creepy Youtube video. Um. I couldn't sleep after watching it maybe.
✚ Do UFOs freak you out? Then this is the thread for you! (The comments also contain a link to a recording of what happened when one guy apparently decided to fly over Area 51)
Halloween on Cracked!
✚ Um, this is the creepiest thing I ever saw on Australian television. 
✚ More good links here at another LJ!
✚ ETA: via [livejournal.com profile] bettytron2000, the only manly way to carve a pumpkin
✚ Via David Wong, The 9 Scariest Short Internet Films. I couldn't make it past #3.


Also, If you are looking for a good movie to watch for Halloween this year, I will once again recommend Trick R Treat, because it's a) really good b) very clever, especially if you avoid spoilers and c) actually relates a lot to Halloween, unlike that other famous horror movie set on Halloween. You know, the one about the guy killing all those people on Halloween, on the anniversary of that other killing that also happened on Halloween. I think it was called "The Psycho Killer That Couldn't Slow Down."

Also a safety announcement: here is what to do if you are affected by real-life ghosts or demons!
sephira: (NAVY GIRL)
So, the place I'm living right now isn't exactly a goth-friendly zone. In fact, it's not really an anything-but-jeans-and-sweatshirt-friendly kind of zone. I even got honked at for carrying a parasol, for god's sake. Which is why, on a trip into town on a fine afternoon, I was surprised to see this:



It's a hearse. A goth hearse.

How did I know it was a goth hearse, you ask, and not an actual hearse? Well, because of the bumper stickers on the back.



Now, whatever my current feelings on goths, I would have had respect for anyone who is serious enough about their beliefs and lifestyle to actually drive a hearse. But not these guys. These guys had to take their hardcore ride and lame it all up with a bunch of asshole bumper stickers declaring themselves goths. We know you're goth, dude. You're driving a hearse.

So, my companion and I pondered. What could poseur goths with California license plates be doing in Oak Harbor, Washington? Was this some form of real-life forum trolling? Did they get horribly lost on their Twilight tour? What made the incident most intriguing is a detail that I have not yet revealed: the lot the hearse was double-parked in? Was for a Walmart.

Naturally, once we realized this, we dropped everything, ran inside and scoured Walmart's every aisle, looking for the elusive goth or goths. Why were they here? Was it for the poetic irony? Were they actually as lame as the bumper stickers implied, and were stocking up on black nailpolish because the nearest Hot Topic is an hour's drive away?

Unfortunately Walmart is big, and the goths were either absent, undercover or lost in the sprawl. At this point, some fear crept in. Maybe the bumper stickers were all part of an elaborate cover, and our hearse-driving friends actually were actual hardcore goths, bitter and twisted from the rise of the emo movement and from not leaving their houses in daylight since the 80's. Maybe they had emerged from their caves to blow Walmart up.

But we eventually left, laden down with $100 of plastic household goods and novelty flag items, and the goths were still nowhere to be seen.

My final theory is this: the coffins in the backseat of the hearse actually contained the goths. They had gassed themselves in a Walmart carpark as a tragically ironic statement against rampant consumerism and those hipster wolf t-shirts. Eventually someone will find the bodies, and the report will show up in next week's Oak Harbor police scanner article.


sephira: (NAVY GIRL)
So, the place I'm living right now isn't exactly a goth-friendly zone. In fact, it's not really an anything-but-jeans-and-sweatshirt-friendly kind of zone. I even got honked at for carrying a parasol, for god's sake. Which is why, on a trip into town on a fine afternoon, I was surprised to see this:



It's a hearse. A goth hearse.

How did I know it was a goth hearse, you ask, and not an actual hearse? Well, because of the bumper stickers on the back.



Now, whatever my current feelings on goths, I would have had respect for anyone who is serious enough about their beliefs and lifestyle to actually drive a hearse. But not these guys. These guys had to take their hardcore ride and lame it all up with a bunch of asshole bumper stickers declaring themselves goths. We know you're goth, dude. You're driving a hearse.

So, my companion and I pondered. What could poseur goths with California license plates be doing in Oak Harbor, Washington? Was this some form of real-life forum trolling? Did they get horribly lost on their Twilight tour? What made the incident most intriguing is a detail that I have not yet revealed: the lot the hearse was double-parked in? Was for a Walmart.

Naturally, once we realized this, we dropped everything, ran inside and scoured Walmart's every aisle, looking for the elusive goth or goths. Why were they here? Was it for the poetic irony? Were they actually as lame as the bumper stickers implied, and were stocking up on black nailpolish because the nearest Hot Topic is an hour's drive away?

Unfortunately Walmart is big, and the goths were either absent, undercover or lost in the sprawl. At this point, some fear crept in. Maybe the bumper stickers were all part of an elaborate cover, and our hearse-driving friends actually were actual hardcore goths, bitter and twisted from the rise of the emo movement and from not leaving their houses in daylight since the 80's. Maybe they had emerged from their caves to blow Walmart up.

But we eventually left, laden down with $100 of plastic household goods and novelty flag items, and the goths were still nowhere to be seen.

My final theory is this: the coffins in the backseat of the hearse actually contained the goths. They had gassed themselves in a Walmart carpark as a tragically ironic statement against rampant consumerism and those hipster wolf t-shirts. Eventually someone will find the bodies, and the report will show up in next week's Oak Harbor police scanner article.


sephira: (Bones: Booth and Brennan)
Outside of three cities where it was set up by Allied forces after WWII, Japan doesn't have coroners, or any sort of automatic police involvement in deaths. Deaths that aren't obviously suspicious will only be investigated if the family pushes it. So, that Tim Burton movie where Johnny Depp wants to examine the corpse they found in a river, and the policeman says "If we find them in the river, it's drowning"? That's what most of Japan is like today! If you're found in a crashed car, you died by car crash. If you're old and you die at home, it's a heart attack.

Which has taught me two things:

  • If you have an insatiable desire for murder, rural Japan is the place to go
  • Most Japanese crime shows must be really boring. The smart female scientist would be all "Booth, this woman's fibula was crushed by a sharp blow, maybe delivered by an ancient cursed Samurai sword, like the one we found out about before when we interviewed the midget stripper" and the FBI guy would be like "Bones, you're forgetting that we found her at the bottom of an elevator shaft. It is clearly another one of those old fell-down-the-elevator-shaft deaths," and the episode would end.

Another thing I found out is that all corpses in Japan are cremated, by law. If you want to be interred instead, your family must apply for exemption on the basis of religious beliefs. Apparently this can be quite tricky. This means:

  • Japan will be an ideal place to go during the inevitable worldwide zombie apocalypse. Keep away from hospitals, morgues and gaijin cemetaries and you should be completely fine. I don't think even 245 trioxin would be a problem. Also keep in mind that the rare zombie you do meet will be small in stature and probably very polite.
sephira: (Bones: Booth and Brennan)
Outside of three cities where it was set up by Allied forces after WWII, Japan doesn't have coroners, or any sort of automatic police involvement in deaths. Deaths that aren't obviously suspicious will only be investigated if the family pushes it. So, that Tim Burton movie where Johnny Depp wants to examine the corpse they found in a river, and the policeman says "If we find them in the river, it's drowning"? That's what most of Japan is like today! If you're found in a crashed car, you died by car crash. If you're old and you die at home, it's a heart attack.

Which has taught me two things:

  • If you have an insatiable desire for murder, rural Japan is the place to go
  • Most Japanese crime shows must be really boring. The smart female scientist would be all "Booth, this woman's fibula was crushed by a sharp blow, maybe delivered by an ancient cursed Samurai sword, like the one we found out about before when we interviewed the midget stripper" and the FBI guy would be like "Bones, you're forgetting that we found her at the bottom of an elevator shaft. It is clearly another one of those old fell-down-the-elevator-shaft deaths," and the episode would end.

Another thing I found out is that all corpses in Japan are cremated, by law. If you want to be interred instead, your family must apply for exemption on the basis of religious beliefs. Apparently this can be quite tricky. This means:

  • Japan will be an ideal place to go during the inevitable worldwide zombie apocalypse. Keep away from hospitals, morgues and gaijin cemetaries and you should be completely fine. I don't think even 245 trioxin would be a problem. Also keep in mind that the rare zombie you do meet will be small in stature and probably very polite.
sephira: (Bones: Booth Hot Blooded)
A review of the Friday the 13th Series: "An idealistic counselor in the first movie is picked up on the road and starts nattering about how she's always wanted to work with children. "I hate it when people call 'em 'kids,'" she opines. Moments later she doesn't care what they're called because — her throat's been slit! I guess your smarmy semantic quibbles look kind of silly now, don't they, you vacuous little chit? Huh? Don't they?! Maybe it's just because I've worked as an educator for 15 years, but I can't really describe how satisfying that sequence is. School reformers and earnest do-gooders of all kinds — put them to the scythe, Jason!"

Two articles on death and country music.

A blog containing more than you ever wanted to know about oxytocin. I found this site while trying to find out about whether cats are influenced by estrogen levels.

It contains, among many other things, a link to this old LJ entry. I find that whenever I make a similar connection between my own obsessions and fannishness and romantic love, people assume I'm exaggerating or joking.

Finally, to make up for the lack of Jewish girl on Monday, there is this woman, who appeared on Bones and is a neuroscientist and is into natural childbirth! Can you get more awesome? No, you cannot.


sephira: (Bones: Booth Hot Blooded)
A review of the Friday the 13th Series: "An idealistic counselor in the first movie is picked up on the road and starts nattering about how she's always wanted to work with children. "I hate it when people call 'em 'kids,'" she opines. Moments later she doesn't care what they're called because — her throat's been slit! I guess your smarmy semantic quibbles look kind of silly now, don't they, you vacuous little chit? Huh? Don't they?! Maybe it's just because I've worked as an educator for 15 years, but I can't really describe how satisfying that sequence is. School reformers and earnest do-gooders of all kinds — put them to the scythe, Jason!"

Two articles on death and country music.

A blog containing more than you ever wanted to know about oxytocin. I found this site while trying to find out about whether cats are influenced by estrogen levels.

It contains, among many other things, a link to this old LJ entry. I find that whenever I make a similar connection between my own obsessions and fannishness and romantic love, people assume I'm exaggerating or joking.

Finally, to make up for the lack of Jewish girl on Monday, there is this woman, who appeared on Bones and is a neuroscientist and is into natural childbirth! Can you get more awesome? No, you cannot.


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If you are into both gardening and serial killing, consider cultivating a rosemary bush. It is traditionally used to perfectly counteract the smell of death.
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If you are into both gardening and serial killing, consider cultivating a rosemary bush. It is traditionally used to perfectly counteract the smell of death.
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I spent half the afternoon between class translating Hebrew emo poetry into English, and the other half reading about corpses and burial rites in second-Temple Judaism.

And it's such a beautiful day, as well.

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I spent half the afternoon between class translating Hebrew emo poetry into English, and the other half reading about corpses and burial rites in second-Temple Judaism.

And it's such a beautiful day, as well.

sephira: (Default)
Seriously, people are always asking 'Hey, why don't you go to Japan for a while?' and I say 'ghosts', and they don't believe me.

The video store one at the end is creepy,

Yes, I know these are probably fakes. The point isn't the videos, it's the lack of separation in Japanese society between modernity and real damn creepiness.

The Japanese in general have no problem integrating the traditional and the modern, as anyone who has played a lot of video games probably knows. And that extends to really creepy stuff.

See, ghosts in the West are set apart. You mostly find them in old houses and graveyards, often dressed in Victorian clothing or the like, hanging around being all old and stuff. So, no matter how creeped out I might get reading M R James , the fear doesn't effect me much sitting here in my modern house the way it would say, out in the woods or in the creepy old house I grew up in.

Japan doesn't have that separation. As you can guess from that video, ghosts on video cameras, in mobile phones, and in modern apartments are well established in a way that really doesn't work unless you have an ancient, culturally homogeneous animistic religion that seamlessly blends multiple worlds and different spiritual dimensions. Whereas in Western reality shows like Most Haunted, you'll get people visiting old houses and dragging along historians, in Japan they just have shows about ghosts appearing in convenience stores and subway stations.

Probably the best example of this unique Japanese 'you can't escape anywhere from ghosts' factor to reach the West is The Ring, which had the ghost (or whatever it was) inhabiting photos, televisions, and the like. This was a (relatively) original idea over here and a typical one in Japan. In my opinion, most of the creepiness just didn't quite translate, because of the distinction mentioned above.

One thing that did come out well in the American version was the way the heroine tried to placate the ghost by dealing with her body. It's like an attempt to bring the whole thing back into a Western moral universe. As the people in the original film found out, though, that's not how you deal with Japanese ghosts. Japanese ghosts are not pansy spirits wanting you to 'help' them get to 'the other side.' They want to scare you or kill you.

They might want revenge, in which case you are dead. Or they might just be there, in which case you have to deal. A proper burial might work, it might not. You could try helping the ghost get revenge by killing its enemies, but Japanese cops don't look kindly on foreigners committing murder on their soil. Or grave desecration, come to think of it. Personally, I would recommend leaving Japan.

Some links. )
sephira: (Default)
Seriously, people are always asking 'Hey, why don't you go to Japan for a while?' and I say 'ghosts', and they don't believe me.

The video store one at the end is creepy,

Yes, I know these are probably fakes. The point isn't the videos, it's the lack of separation in Japanese society between modernity and real damn creepiness.

The Japanese in general have no problem integrating the traditional and the modern, as anyone who has played a lot of video games probably knows. And that extends to really creepy stuff.

See, ghosts in the West are set apart. You mostly find them in old houses and graveyards, often dressed in Victorian clothing or the like, hanging around being all old and stuff. So, no matter how creeped out I might get reading M R James , the fear doesn't effect me much sitting here in my modern house the way it would say, out in the woods or in the creepy old house I grew up in.

Japan doesn't have that separation. As you can guess from that video, ghosts on video cameras, in mobile phones, and in modern apartments are well established in a way that really doesn't work unless you have an ancient, culturally homogeneous animistic religion that seamlessly blends multiple worlds and different spiritual dimensions. Whereas in Western reality shows like Most Haunted, you'll get people visiting old houses and dragging along historians, in Japan they just have shows about ghosts appearing in convenience stores and subway stations.

Probably the best example of this unique Japanese 'you can't escape anywhere from ghosts' factor to reach the West is The Ring, which had the ghost (or whatever it was) inhabiting photos, televisions, and the like. This was a (relatively) original idea over here and a typical one in Japan. In my opinion, most of the creepiness just didn't quite translate, because of the distinction mentioned above.

One thing that did come out well in the American version was the way the heroine tried to placate the ghost by dealing with her body. It's like an attempt to bring the whole thing back into a Western moral universe. As the people in the original film found out, though, that's not how you deal with Japanese ghosts. Japanese ghosts are not pansy spirits wanting you to 'help' them get to 'the other side.' They want to scare you or kill you.

They might want revenge, in which case you are dead. Or they might just be there, in which case you have to deal. A proper burial might work, it might not. You could try helping the ghost get revenge by killing its enemies, but Japanese cops don't look kindly on foreigners committing murder on their soil. Or grave desecration, come to think of it. Personally, I would recommend leaving Japan.

Some links. )
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I forgot to take note of where this lady's from:



Although my first thought upon seeing her was 'Ah, she must be from the little-known country of Half Life!'

Anyway, I saw this little guy when I was leaving the house today )
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I forgot to take note of where this lady's from:



Although my first thought upon seeing her was 'Ah, she must be from the little-known country of Half Life!'

Anyway, I saw this little guy when I was leaving the house today )
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Okay, so, for a start, my dad is pretty awesome. I'll just get that out of the way right now. Like, my whole childhood, I was kind of annoyed that my dad was deaf, right? Because you always had to speak up and ask him things like four times before he'd answer. But then I got older and realized that the reason he was deaf was because he had shot so many things in his youth while believing he was too hardcore to wear ear protection. Now there's a guy I can respect.

But you know what? He does seem to have a thing for killing stuff.

Previously on cracked, I have discussed my father's penchant for shooting small kittens. And then tonight, while I was having dinner with him, I mentioned offhandedly that my backyard was full of 'gross bugs'.

Well, the bugs are in fact small fuzzy caterpillars, which are actually quite cute, unlike most of the bugs you'll find in Australia. Unfortunately, I have a phobia of these bugs after a childhood incident in which my brother played one of those tricks which inevitably happen when children and bugs are concerned and I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

Anyway, these things are all over my garden, crawling around in their adorable fuzziness and minding their own caterpillar business.

So he takes me home afterwards and then asks 'Where are the bugs? I'll kill them.'

Me: "Dad, I don't have any pesticide."

Him: "I'll use bug spray. You got any Mortein?"

Me: "Yes, but it's surface spray, and you really don't have to kill them. I mean, they're outside, they're not hurting anyone. I'll just wait for them to cocoon."

Him: "Do you like them, then? Do you want me to bring them in here?"

Me: "Well, no, but -"

Him: "Then I'll kill them!"

He then went outside and used up a whole, extra-large can of Mortein surface spray on a garden full of cute, furry caterpillars. He only stopped when it ran out.

My garden is now a graveyard of shattered caterpillar dreams.

sephira: (Default)
Okay, so, for a start, my dad is pretty awesome. I'll just get that out of the way right now. Like, my whole childhood, I was kind of annoyed that my dad was deaf, right? Because you always had to speak up and ask him things like four times before he'd answer. But then I got older and realized that the reason he was deaf was because he had shot so many things in his youth while believing he was too hardcore to wear ear protection. Now there's a guy I can respect.

But you know what? He does seem to have a thing for killing stuff.

Previously on cracked, I have discussed my father's penchant for shooting small kittens. And then tonight, while I was having dinner with him, I mentioned offhandedly that my backyard was full of 'gross bugs'.

Well, the bugs are in fact small fuzzy caterpillars, which are actually quite cute, unlike most of the bugs you'll find in Australia. Unfortunately, I have a phobia of these bugs after a childhood incident in which my brother played one of those tricks which inevitably happen when children and bugs are concerned and I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

Anyway, these things are all over my garden, crawling around in their adorable fuzziness and minding their own caterpillar business.

So he takes me home afterwards and then asks 'Where are the bugs? I'll kill them.'

Me: "Dad, I don't have any pesticide."

Him: "I'll use bug spray. You got any Mortein?"

Me: "Yes, but it's surface spray, and you really don't have to kill them. I mean, they're outside, they're not hurting anyone. I'll just wait for them to cocoon."

Him: "Do you like them, then? Do you want me to bring them in here?"

Me: "Well, no, but -"

Him: "Then I'll kill them!"

He then went outside and used up a whole, extra-large can of Mortein surface spray on a garden full of cute, furry caterpillars. He only stopped when it ran out.

My garden is now a graveyard of shattered caterpillar dreams.

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