As we’re a teeny little blog that’s churned out a mere handful of articles since the Halloween season ended, we’re a little surprised that we were invited to be special guests at Trillium Performing Arts’ Women in Horror Recognition Month event, Saturday Night (un)Dead next Saturday in Lewisburg. At least, I was. Special guest? Me??? Surely someone deserves it more than me! Then I remembered that we’re awesome and we do all sorts of awesome horror-related things like gorelesque burly q performances, creepy photo shoots and art classes, movies and writing…pretty much anything we can get our bloody little paws on. So I squished all those stupid butterflies in my stomach, dammit, ’cause half the state can draw me naked from memory and I’ve already watched Twin Peaks twice this year; I’m ready for anything. Continue Reading →
It’s March! You know what that means? It means all the hearts-and-flowers-estrogen-celebratin’-hey-ladies-work-in-horror-too!-Women-in-Horror-Month is about to be punted out the window like that butterface you dragged home from the bar last night.
Before you get all bent out of shape and start calling the horrorfullife gals a bunch of misogynists biting the hand that feeds them (as we will be guests at Lewisburg’s Saturday Night Un-Dead next weekend, a Women in Horror Month event despite the date), let me explain. I love Women in Horror Month. I don’t love that it has to exist. And I don’t love what happens when it’s over. Continue Reading →
It’s paranormal week here at horrorfullife.com -
and there’s no better medium, clairvoyant or seer we could feature than the Maid of Orléans! She communicated with the ghosts of St. Catherine, St. Margaret and St. Michael, led the French army like a boss and schooled her dumbass inquisitors – who killed her anyway. All while in drag. Way cooler than when John Edwards guesses someone knows someone named Bobby. Continue Reading →
Guest Artist Russi came over and we lobotomized some huge orange vegetables. Kroger has large pumpkins on sale, $6.99 with your Kroger Card, but fair warning – the medium pumpkins have a much thinner, less involved shell. All told, it took us nearly three hours to gut our jacks, winnow the shells down to a manageable carving thickness, and finally design and carve them. Sometimes you need the larger surface, but I think mine would have been better on a smaller gourd. Continue Reading →
Ah Velma Barfield, the quintessential female serial killer. Velma was a poisoner Continue Reading →
Since we’re in a voodoo state of mind this week, what better subject for our Last Meal than Madame Marie Laveau? To be sure, Marie’s last meal (like much of her life) is undocumented, but the iconic priestess of voudun undoubtedly enjoyed a crispy dish of Haitian grillots with haricots and red beans and rice.
I don’t know shit about creole cuisine, so I did what any curious cook would – googled it. The following recipe was inspired by wikipedia.org, http://www.whats4eats.com/meats/griots-recipe, Marie Laveau and a lot of Continue Reading →
Shawna, I know it’s been quite some time since your letter concerning I Spit on Your Grave was published in Rue Morgue #105. I am also aware that Joe from Kokomo, IN, already addressed your complaints in RM #107. It’s just that your letter pissed me off, and here I am, watching a rape/revenge film, and your letter is still haunting me.
Have you ever seen Extremities? I found myself thinking, “This is a movie Shawna LaCasse could get behind.” Farrah Fawcett, who also starred in the Broadway play, is Marjorie, who escapes a masked would-be rapist after only a few minutes of phallic knife play. When she files a police report, it becomes clear to her that the lack of physical evidence means the law can’t provide her any justice. Joe the rapist happened to steal her wallet and watches the home she shares with two friends. He comes to Marjorie unmasked to finish the job. It takes twenty-two minutes of violence, mind games, and subjugation before Marjorie takes on the mantle of revenger.