The Daily Blues

Just a few pictures I took on our last road trip. Yes, Winter has come.

Do you know this eye?

I am asking you, because you might have looked into this eye before. Sitting in the skull of somebody you met or even knew. Thing is, the guy who is peeping out from that picture chose this particular eye, because he liked it. Yes, this guy actually gets to pick which eyes he wants. Incidently this goes not only for eyes but just about any body part he needs replaced.

That is the nature of The Creeper.

When I first saw Victor Salva's Jeepers Creepers, I was actually shocked several times.

Now, I know you would claim that this is the point with horror films, and I know that, but I very rarely get shocked watching horror movies, because most of them are so very predictable. This doesn't stop me from watching them or enjoying them, because predictability is actually what I like most about the genre.

However, this film actually got me sitting on the edge of the seat, because I could not predict what would happen. It simply takes the classic horror film standard and pushes it quite a few inches forward.

For example: The Creeper will not die.

Yes, I know, you heard that one before: just as you think they finally got rid of the monster, it comes back - a stadard horror kliché. Only, The Creeper is different. There is something about him that you get to like, you actually come to sympathize with this man-eating, apparently invincible creature.

You want him to stay alive.

Because he is different. Not only from the human race, but from other horror film antagonists.

He is not a funny clown, like Freddy Kruger, or the village idiot, like Jason Voorhees, and he is not a superior, advanced species, like Predator or Alien. He is something else. The closest you come to a definition in the films is the legend on the wall of the Taggarts' barn in the final scenes of the sequel: Bat Out Of Hell.

And he is extremely cool.

So, if you don't have anything else to do one late night this Winter, go rent this modern classic, and, while you are at it, rent the sequel as well, because you will want to when you've seen the first.



Jeepers, creepers, where'd ya get those peepers,
jeepers, creepers, where'd ya get those eyes?
Gosh all, git up, how'd they get so lit up,
gosh all, git up, how'd they get that size?

Prior post.

So, the stress article I wrote (of which you can learn by following the above prior post link), came in an online version just before Christmas.

In Danish, of course. I can't be bothered making an English version. It will take me months. So, you're stuck with the original.

Anyway, there it is. As promised.

I write
Therefore I err
If I refrained from writing
I would less likely err
But erring is human
And I belong to this species of
Classified human
Therefore I err

I need no remedy
To avoid errors
For I do not fear erring
Not anymore
Since the accident I have stopped worrying
About errors and fails
I know it is futile and in vane
To fear the prospect of error
Though erring sometimes can be fatal
Pain and suffering
Also reigns in prosper times

Alas, my lass, my lady
Go and err and err in pride well knowing
That all will end in blood
Or in utter silence
As you make that last error

Press
RERUN


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