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Bella's Gotta Brand New Blog
Sunday October 12, 2008
Well, here's what I watched this evening, folks~! There's a bunch of great movies online to watch, which is becoming my new past time! but before the movie, enjoy this cartoon~!
and now onto the featured movie on big screen TV~!... It would seem that all is not well at the secluded Asylum run by Dr Stephens. The lunatics are most definitely taking over! and what a wonderfully entertaining bunch of lunatics they are. Ladies and gentlemen…I give you the roll call of madness: Sgt Jaffee (Hugh Feagin) is the ever useful hallucinating ‘Nam veteran character (though this idea was still pretty new in 1973) who is constantly waging his own private war. Sam (Bill McGhee) is the childlike lobotomy patient who likes to play with his boats, suck lollies and go on ‘missions’ with Sgt Jaffee. Harriet (Camilla Carr) is a borderline psychotic when it comes to protecting her baby, ”Get away from my baby! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you”! The thing is her ‘baby’ is really a scruffy looking doll! Mrs. Callingham (Rhea MacAdams), a cackling, poetry spouting, profit of doom old lady who is plagued by hallucinations. Allyson (Betty Chandler) is a raging Nymphomaniac who’s just looking for love…“Come on! I do taste like strawberries! Taste me”! Danny (Jessie Kirby) is an annoying ginger perm who races around the place irritating everyone (including the viewer) with his mad, piercing laugh. Jennifer (Harryette Warren ) spends most of her time gazing into space and looking rather pissed off with life. And finally we have Judge Cameron (Gene Ross) who, in the most ill advised bit of treatment in the history of Psychiatry, is encouraged by Dr Stephens (Michael Harvey) to beat out his inner conflict by chopping at tree trunks with a bloody great axe! Exactly how ill advised this therapy is, is shown to the very silly Dr Stephens one day when the crazy Judge decides to chop the good Doctor instead! To add to this disaster Nurse Jane (Jessie Lee Fulton) is then bumped off by the hysterical Harriet leaving one Dr Geraldine Masters (Annabelle Weenick) to try and keep order. Then a young woman called Charlotte Beale (Rosie Holotik) arrives at the clinic to take up a Nursing post she says was promised to her by the late (and of course very foolish) Dr Stephens. Reluctantly Nurse Masters accepts her employment and Charlotte enters the realm of complete and utter madness that is “Don’t Look in the Basement”! Quite frankly this Asylum is the worst mental clinic in the known universe! No security, open doors everywhere, knives left lying out and loony tune patients running around with total freedom. The script by Tim Pope (director of pop videos and the awful “Crow: City of Angels”) has little time for horror elements following the initial outburst of murder and instead concentrates on the inmates. The film does tend to drag as the patients all have their moment of madness in the spotlight, but luckily things are kept interesting through the sheer weirdness and screaming insanity that abounds! Performances range from the enjoyably hammy to the genuinely effective. Especially good are Chandler as the love starved nympho Allyson, who moves from fawning joy to screaming rage in the blink of an eye according to how people react to her advances, Weenick as the strict Dr Masters and Gene Ross (“Lost Highway”) as the brilliantly bonkers Judge. And given the lack of action in the script there is a lot of weight on the shoulders of the actors, so it’s to their credit that they manage to keep the movie interesting and give the characters so much life. There is actually very little in this movie hat pushes any kind of violence or bloodshed boundaries. There is some argument over whether the fully uncut print exists any longer (there is most certainly a cut version around) but even in it’s, supposedly, uncut version most of the violence is tame or off screen with only the aftermath being seen (like a tongue removal! yuck!). The only real exception to this is the deranged, screaming insanity filled finale (after the film’s twist is revealed) which delivers a lot of the red stuff in suitably violent fashion. It’s one hell of an ending and packs the horror punch that the rest of the film lacks. Oh, and just in case you were wondering…the basement you should not look in, has nothing to do with anything! Go figure, after all it's a low budget horror, the kind of movies I grew up on, how about you?  | | Posted by Bella at 7:46 PM - | |
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Saturday October 11, 2008
For a twist on Saturday Night Blog Fever, I thought I'd do a couple of stories and of course have some tunes playing (in the comment section)~!
I'm sure most of you have heard a variation of this first tale, but it's one of my favorites, in fact, something similar did happen to me one time.
One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. She noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on — the car was going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.
Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.
Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!"
When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.
Always check the back seat!
another Urban Legend? yeah, you'd be right~!
and now for my similar story. Let's see back in 1996, I had gone to see my daughter in a neighboring town, about 30 miles away from where I lived. She was living with a foster family due to circumstances at home, thanks to my ugly first ex-husband ...
Anyway, I had gone to visit her at Myra's and was driving back in the dark. I remember the moon was so full that night and it looked to be sitting down on the roadway directly in front of me, and orange; it was awesome. So here I am driving on the Interstate and I hear rustling noises and breathing coming from the backseat! FREAK OUT TIME~!!! Can't you hear the sound of rubber as I pull off the the side of the Interstate, slam my brakes on, and nearly jump out the door and lunge away from the car...and then out the door hops this huge dog~! OMG! I guess their dog, or a neighbor's dog had fallen asleep in my backseat. Scared the beejeezus out of me!
but now for another kind of story entitled ...
"Death Knocks" (by Neal)
First off, I have never heard of "the three knocks" prior to today, but went online to do some research. The story begins back in the 1920s when my grandmother was in the kitchen and heard three loud knocks on her front door. There was no one there, but three days later learned that her mother had died back in Germany.
In 1973 my parents were awakened with three loud knocks on our front door. Upon inspection, there was no one there, but received a phone call about an hour later that my uncle had passed away.
This was never brought up again until I was telling my uncle about the story at my father's funeral in 1979. He and his wife froze and said that they had heard three loud knocks on their storm door about the same time my father had passed away (they lived in Arizona, thus the three-hour time difference). We have never looked into this.
Two weeks ago, my mother awoke to three loud knocks or bangs on her front door. Again, she got up and found nothing at the door and was immediately scared because it reminded her of the 1973 incident. Three days later, my brother was murdered in Louisiana in the early morning. The strangest fact is that in all of the times a family member heard the knocks, it corresponded to the time of death (give or take an hour) of a family member.
This last case is the only time the knocks came three days prior to my brother's death. It was only last night that a cousin and I were discussing the events and decided to do some online research and came across this post. We are definitely not what you would call paranormal, but are looking into any information on the subject and why our family has had so many occurrences.
freaky, huh? I have to say that I've had a few unexplainable things happen in my life, and it seems more this past summer. I can't say I've ever really seen a ghost, but I do acknowledge that there are strange phenomenon we cannot explain. I'll tell you a few that's happened to me.
One day, recently, my daughter and I were in the house, her upstairs, me downstairs here on the puter, and all of a sudden music starts to play. I holler at her to get her phone...she comes down the steps and tells me it is not her phone ring. We both have this look on our faces of OMGod! where is it coming from then? There were only the two of us here, or was there? LOL ... Come to find out, it actually was coming from the livingroom, from a music box that had been in the same place for months, never touched...very strange...(I've actually had that happen to me before but not in this house).
There have been other unexplainable things like I'd be working at my desk typing reports and the house empty but the smell of cigarette smoke would become strong with nobody in the house. This has happened a lot just this summer, however not before this summer,or at least I was not "tuned in" or something, and I've lived in this house since 2003. Also a few months ago, I heard loud rhythmic breathing, like someone sleeping coming from my livingroom which actually prompted me to get up from working with a headset on and go look, to which there was nobody there. I swear as sure as I'm sitting here it's the gospel truth, and probably the most freakiest thing to date. That occurrence, however set me to thinking of how much it bore resemblance to my ex who died of cancer and was a heavy breather and smoker who would stop by to visit, and fall asleep in my recliner (he had quit smoking); same rhythmic and loud breathing, but he has been dead since 2006.
The only other thing that really freaked me out was one time I was sleeping in my bed upstairs, and I felt a hand (or fingers) lightly graze my neck and out towards my shoulder, waking me up from a sound sleep; it was twilight outside. I expected to see someone standing over me, that was scary. It had a rough few months since my ex had died. I was tired, stressed with a grown daughter who was back on drugs due to not being able to deal with his death, sick myself, and perhaps a little depressed, and sleeping a lot. I think I called my friend Susie upset to the point of hysteria wanting to run away from this house at that point! The incident did prompt me to get to a doctor and get checked out...and I still haven't put up a For Sale sign yet!
The actual physical touch has never happened again, but other things have to even include those things mentioned above, and another phenomenon related to my mailbox, which is attached to the house, right outside my front door. I occasionally hear the lid open and close early, long before the mailman would be delivering mail, and Fairweather told me that it was a sign that somebody would be coming to visit, and sure enough! She was right!
but I've never had the 3 knocks on the door, just somebody who came to a door one night very late, telling me to "let him in" to which I refused~~and did call the police to investigate~!!
So, tell me ... what strange phenomenon has happened to you?
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Friday October 10, 2008
Thursday October 9, 2008
I don't know about ya'll, but when the weather starts getting cooler, I want a nice hot bowl of soup! 
Goldfish soup? Yep, try it! The goldfish is made of shrimp paste with pea eyes, ham smile, ham dorsal fin, and shrimp shell tail fin. The soup is a chicken-based broth.
and now for a retro halloween costume!
How about this one, huh? Now that's an idea! a little spray paint, a box, and wal-lah~! a cheaper alternative than the store bought costumes. How many of you make your own costumes or make them for your grandchildren? I think my little granddaughter would love to help make a robot costume!
I was trying to think of the worst costume I ever had, and I'm sure it was a store bought one, go figure! the mask was hot and you couldn't see out of it properly! yall remember those dontcha? It's a wonder some of us survived Halloween at all. I remember there was no time limit way back when and we NEVER checked candy for funny stuff. An unforgettable Halloween memory was that we went up to this doorbell, kind of late actually, and some guy answered with a trenchcoat on and he flashed us~! stark nakey! OMG! We took off running and screaming!
That was some trick he pulled on us! certainly not a treat when you're a kid! but now that I'm older well, nothing like that EVER happens~! shucky darn ... I wanta trick or treat this year. I think I could get away with it!
Got a Halloween memory to share? 
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Wednesday October 8, 2008
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I’m menstru...well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was...
lyrics and song by Emilie Autumn. | | Posted by Bella at 5:11 PM - | |
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