Will “The Conjuring”s Annabelle Have Her Own Movie?

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She might, according to IGN.com.

I’m not easily spooked; growing up Horror does that to a kid. But when I saw this movie this summer, and that fucking doll came on the screen… There’s just something about dolls, y’know? They’re everywhere, tiny lifeless versions of ourselves.

Lifeless, that is, until Hollywood gets ahold of them, and the next thing you know you’d better watch your back.

It happened with Chucky. It happened in Puppetmaster. And there’s something about Annabelle that’s just… off.

Look at that smug grin. She knows too much.

And hopefully, she’ll be coming to terrorize us again.

(Read IGN’s article for more info, and check out my own personal creepy Annabelle story here!)

Tattoos Last Forever… and Ever… and Ever…

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From (the sadly defunct?) KnuckleTattoos.com:

“Much to the disappointment and horror of my Mother, I had these done last week.. inspired by one of my favourite films, The Shining. I wanted a tattoo based on the Shining, and I saw SO many ‘Heeere’s Johnny’ tattoos that I thought I wanted something a bit different. So this is what I came up with.
They have had mixed reviews, people who have seen the film absoloutely love them, people who have not seen the film just think I’m gross.
I am a tattooist so my boss at work did them for me, she had neve seen the film so didn’t quite get why I wanted it, until I checked the stencil in the mirror and she saw it said ‘Murder’.
The image on top is how people would see it, saying Red Rum.. However because i only ever see it in mirrors, to me it says Murder.”

The Art of Jeremy Mayer: Typewriters Reimagined

I love typewriters. (Like, REALLY love them.)

Part of the appeal, I suppose, stems from nostalgia: I banged out my first childhood stories on a monstrous electric typewriter that weighed almost as much as I did.

The other part is the romance of the typewriter: the mental image of a struggling writer hunched over clattering keys in a cozy attic office (with rain on the roof and endless cups of steaming coffee, natch).

I was admiring the pretty typewriter pictures Google had to offer when I came across the wholly unexpected:

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Says artist Jeremy Mayer:
“I disassemble typewriters and then reassemble them into full-scale, anatomically correct human figures. I do not solder, weld, or glue these assemblages together… I do not introduce any part to the assemblage that did not come from a typewriter.”

He makes the most incredible wildlife, too:

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I find them eerily beautiful.

There are many more stunning pieces where these came from: check out JeremyMayer.com or the artist’s tumblr, which is where these photos were sourced.

All photos in this post are copyright Jeremy Mayer.

“Elevator”, New Horror from Stefanie N Snider

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It’s late at night, and one by one the after-hours crew is sneaking out of the office.

Which would be fine, except now Sammi’s working alone.

And something is waiting in the dark…

Available on Amazon and Smashwords.

It’s “Only” $225

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I have notoriously expensive taste.

When we went shopping for my engagement ring, I knew nothing about diamonds. I simply went to the case, pointed at a pretty, and the nice lady behind the counter let me try it on. It was lovely. It was $10,000. It went back in the case.

I have a fetish for purses. A big one. Show me a well-crafted bag and I get the sweats. Drop me into any Winners store, leave me for five minutes, and I’ll home in on the most expensive bag there, which of course will be crazily above my budget and will have to be left behind. It’s a gift, and a curse.

So then I found the keychain above. I spend a lot of time online (give me the interaction of the internet over cable any day), and followed a link to a link to a link til I ended up seeing the above picture. He’s so cute! Lookit his little articulated limbs! I need him, and more than that I think I feel the beginning of infatuation. He’s perfect. So I click the little picture and goddamnit he’s by Alexander McQueen and costs TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS.

I guess his virtual presence will have to suffice.

(If you have a bajillion dollars to blow, find him here, which is also where I snagged the photo.)