Moving Pictures

My dearest friend Jeffrey and I have a tradition. Well, it's two years running now, but it's tradition none the less.
Every October, we watch a disgusting amount of horror movies. One a day, every day. All October.
Last year when we first created this new tradition of ours, we approached it with the optimism and enthusiasm that belongs to the protagonist who rallies the survivors together against a zombie hoard. (They probably die shortly thereafter). Little did we know, we would be that character who dies gruesomely halfway through the movie. Probably that dumb chick who trips over her own feet while running away from the killer.
We were strong for a solid 3 weeks, but then lost our steam, and life slashed into our movie watching time.

This year, we are much like Sidney in the later Screams. We are prepared to deal with whatever comes our way. Actually, we have a plan. We have lists, sub-lists, and synchronized watches. And we are armed with the grim realization that watching a horror movie a day is actually really hard work. Especially when not all horror movies are created equally.
We also realize, that there are far too many movies out there to watch, and that it is only appropriate to start our Halloween Horror Hootenanny hastily. So we decided that September is just as terrifying as October.

You may see some inspiration from these movies splash into this blog, not unlike arterial blood onto the hero after the monster/killer/ghost/whatever attacks someone in their group. It won't be as messy though. Probably. Anyway, above are what I think of when I think of movies. Mostly food. Shocking.