The tentacles that swim under the skin

Oh Quiddity! Forgive me. Please. I have been unfaithful. In a moment of weakness, I guest-blogged for another. I was seduced by the lovely Martine’s blog–writing on horror and the question:

“How can you write this stuff and not get screwed up?”

For the answer to this question–and more–simply tickle the tentacle skeleton below.

Horror of the Plasma Mirror

Defining silly:

Sitting with a friend, watching horror flicks, everyone angrily heckling the protagonists’ every ill choice—and then realizing we had made the exact same mistakes the night before, getting our characters killed during a session of a horror-themed roleplaying game.

So let this be a public service message:

This Halloween season, take it easy on them horror protagonists. They’re having a rough go of it. And perhaps—just perhaps—the critical thinking skills of someone having a hatchet swung at their head differ from the critical thinking skills of someone sitting comfortably on a couch eating pumpkin pie.

P.S. If you find yourself in a horror film, don’t look in the mirror. Seriously. What good can come of that?

The sort of event pumpkin carriages roll too…