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Napoleon Syndrome
I'm a vertically challenged, rage-a-holic horror fan. These are my thoughts on the world around me.
Happy Friday the 13th!
So it was just brought to my attention a few days ago that tomorrow is Friday the 13th. It's kind of a running joke in my family (as I'm sure it is in some of yours) that F13 is sort of like a second Christmas to me.
When I was a kid, like I'm sure many of you did, I used to revel in the Friday the 13th marathons that (at the time) were usually held on the USA channel. They were magical. Pizza, chips, soda, a pillow and a blanket, and hopefully some friends to share them with... that was all you needed. I have a very clear memory of one in particular when I was a child, deep in the heart of summer in which a friend and I almost made it all the way through to morning.
Of course, we never did (has anyone that's human?), but that didn't matter, it was just trying that mattered. We'd fall asleep during one film, wake up during the next and try to jump in all over again. It didn't matter that the films were cut, that some weren't shown at all, or that they were filled with commercials, it was just good old fashioned fun.
Now that I'm an adult (read: manchild), I usually don't do anything to celebrate the occasion. Occasionally I'll flip through the channels just to see if I'm lucky enough to catch one of those famous marathons, but it seems for the last few years that there hasn't really been anything.
My favorite marathons were always the "Mostervision" ones, hosted by columnist turned TV host Joe Bob Briggs. For those lucky enough to have been able to watch that show on Saturday nights on TNT (or in it's earlier years, on Showtime), you can understand how much I've mourned that show since it was taken off the air. Someone has actually posted all of the interstitials from his marathon on Youtube. Unfortunately, it was shot off of the dude's television so I couldn't bring myself to post them here. You may want to check it out though if you're jonesing really bad, but the buzz from his camera is enough to drive you insane.
Well, this year I've decided to bring the tradition back, at least in some form. My girlfriend and I, along with our friend Kristina (who has been on our Podcast a few times) are going to sit down with a few beers, some junkfood, and watch the original "Friday the 13th". My girlfriend has never seen it, and is a notorious scaredy cat, so that should be fun.
I'm not really sure what the point of this post is, other than some gratuitous nostlagia. I'd love to hear some of your own F13 memories in the comments though... so feel free to share away. And remember, if an old man stops you on the road and warns you of your impending doom tomorrow, you better listen!
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F13!
My fondest memory of Friday the 13th stems all the way back to probably 84 or so.
I was probably about 10 or 11 years old and my dad took me to the local drive in theater for a dusk to dawn marathon. We rode there on his motorcycle with a blanket tied to the handle bars and a cooler tied to the back of the sissy bar. We set up camp in front of the theater house at a picnic table & settled in. We watched Friday the 13th 1-4 that night! Much like you, I'd drift in and out between them all as the night wore on, but it was still a blast all the same. You can bet I was the only 5th grader at the pool the following Monday bragging about going to the Friday the 13th Marathon at the drive in!
Dad and I went the following year to see #5 at the theater when it came out, to which he got all sorts of shock and awe stares from the other parents in the theater. #6 I went to on my own with some friends, after mom assured the people at the ticket booth that she didn't give a shit if I went to a Rated - R movie. (Mom was cool like that!) That one stands out because there was a bunch of kids from school there that night. Directly in front of me was a kid a year older who got picked on a lot and was altogether a bit off. Right at the exact moment that the lightening struck the cast iron fence post that Tommy Jarvis jammed into the chest of Jason's corpse, I jammed an empty popcorn bucket on to this kid's head from behind. He nearly pissed himself and tried to slap me (Yes, slap). Ah, a night to be remembered for sure!
(I was a bit of an asshole at 12)
I saw the rest in the theater as well, but there was nothing too eventful. When my wife and I first met, one of the things we bonded over was the Friday the 13th flicks. (More of an argument over who was cooler, Jason or Freddy)
I love these flicks, every one. They're largely responsible for me being a horror nerd today. As is dad for taking me to a dusk to dawn marathon at the drive in! (I owe pretty much all of my horror nerdiness to my pops, especially when he took me to the drive in to see Funeral Home some time before the Friday the 13th marathon!)
Oh shit, and how could I forget?
Best F13 memory
Well I know that I've been watching R rated movies since I was young (I figure around age 6 or 7) and I loved it! I knew it was fake and my family always made sure to remind me of that (I grew up to be a fairly sane adult...I think). Well I remember going to the Lowes Paradise theater in the Bronx with a bunch of friends to see the latest Jason movie (not sure which one it was, but I might have been 8 or 9 so it might have been part 6 or 7?) and we didn't have an adult with us. The oldest person in the group was 14 and the ticket person wouldn't let us see the movie without an adult. So we found this guy hanging outside the bodega (local grocery store) drinking a beer and we begged him to buy our tickets for us and we would give him a couple of bucks. He agreed and got the tickets for us. Luckly the ticket taker inside didn't pay attention as to why the guy didn't go into the theater with us and we go to see Jason tear some teenage ass up! ^_^
-Tanya
Believe Again | 7/25/08
New Blood
One thing I remembered, is that one of my earliest Horror memories was seeing the trailer for "Friday 7: The New Blood" on TV. I was born in 82, so that means this was around 87, so at most I was 5 years old. I don't remember ANYTHING from when I was 5, but seeing that trailer on TV and being fascinated by it's lurid appeal is one thing I'll never forget when it comes to horror.