Kindertrauma and Daleks

I can't believe I haven't adored Kindertrauma on this blog yet!!! I was much too chicken as a youth/teen/adult/rightnowtoday to enjoy horror movies, but I've spent most of my life being close chums with many, many horror aficionados. Kindertrauma lets me get about as close to horror films as my jittery little composition can safely experience. This is very nice, because I'm still fascinated by the genre in an abstract way even though I can't usually watch it.

(I've mentioned my synesthesia before--there's just something about classic, gooey horror effects that sets off some weird synesthetic thing for me that is kind of like nails-on-chalkboard-on-my-skin that disarms whatever detached cynicism I might otherwise be able to muster. I cannot handle that semi-tactile texture. I get all "fear of heights" weird, and it is extremely embarrassing. But I've digressed.)

The general idea behind Kindertrauma is that people confess whatever film clips terrified them as children, and then there's a bit of cathartic laughter and usually some supportive banter between guest writers, regular writers and commenters. Fantastic, right? Yes. The answer is "Yes, yes that is fantastic." I thought so.

Now, some of the television traumas explored on this site happen outside of the horror genre. This is often my favorite part. For example, one reader wrote in to this horror website to confess a childhood fear of the Muppet lab assistant Beaker.

But the article that took the cake for me this lovely evening was a piece by one of their regular writers on being completely terrified of the classic, recurring Doctor Who villain the Daleks.

I have only become a ranting, raving Doctor Who fan quite recently, which is silly on my part because I feel like that show "gets" me.

But anyway. I can totally see how a kid growing up with the show would be boogyman-afraid of Daleks. As an adult pushing 30, I still jump when they pop up unexpectedly, because they are, for the most part, fascist creepy garbage cans full of weapons, intelligence and hate.

Oh, good times, folks. Good times.

Ryan Berkley Illustration

We can breathe again! I spoke too soon last time.

There is still some awesome left on the internet. Whew! Things were pretty tense there for a moment, right? Thought that last picture had used up all the awesome.

For example, check out the awesome, charming weirdness of these Ryan Berkley Illustration prints, currently available on Etsy:


























This whole, extensive series of prints by Ryan Berkley Illustration is seriously worth browsing and shopping.

I really love the anthropomorphic, storybook feel.

The Best Picture on the Internet

Finder's credit goes to Miss Kiki Collins of the local burlesque troupe The Jezebel Rebels, because she put the picture on her civilian (non-dancer-name) Facebook page today, because she is awesome. You should go to their shows. If you already go, you should go twice. Anyway...




I am currently of the opinion that little in this world can be more amusing than seeing cats and dogs and the like dressed up like people, so I think this picture comprises all the fantastic on the internet. There is no more fantastic left over on the internet, because this photo is hoarding all of it. I hope that the internet will recover from this grand imbalance soon, because I am still on the internet, and would like to have some of the fantastic left over for myself, too.

It's like a creepy soap opera for cats, or something.