<p>It's time to play <em><strong>Name That Horror Flick! </strong></em></p>

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<p><span style="color: #333399;"><strong><span style="color: #003300;">"Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, kill, kill!  Ch-ch-ch!  Kill, Kill, Kill!"</span></strong></span> *</p>

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<p><span style="color: #808000;"><strong>"Have you checked the children?" </strong></span>+</p>

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<p><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong>"REDRUM!!!  REDRUM!!!"</strong> </span> ^</p>

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<p>When I was a teenager, I lived for horror flicks.  <em>Friday the 13th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street</em>...I saw them all. </p>

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<p>Once I was living on my own, I wanted no part of them.  It's one thing to get totally creeped out and then sleep soundly knowing that your Dad is in the next room.  It's another thing to get scared out of you mind and then go to bed alone in a completely quiet house. </p>

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<p>About 5 years ago, as I flipped through channels, I came across <em>Halloween II.  </em>I was nostagically drawn in.  I then woke up at 2 a.m. seeing Mike Myers at the foot of my bed.  "Never again!", said I. </p>

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<p>Until recently, when my blog Svengali double dog dared me to watch a horror movie during Halloween week.  Alone.  In my house.  Uh-oh. </p>

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<p>"No way, no how," I told Svenny. </p>

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<p>"But you've asked people to suggest ideas for the blog.  That's my idea!" </p>

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<p>It's tue.  I welcome your ideas, dear reader.  I even showcase a handy template where you can submit them to me on this site.  [Click <strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/submit-a-365-idea/" target="_blank">Your Wish is My Command (sort of)</a></strong>]<strong>  </strong>The only two ideas that I have completely ruled out are skydiving and free diving with sharks, so in the scheme of things, I can handle a horror flick.  Alone.  Without a warm body to protect me when things go bump in the night. </p>

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<p>Ugh. </p>

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<p>In the spirit of Halloween, I wanted this week's bloggy adventures to be Halloweenie in nature.  With 7 slots to fill, I decided that I better suck it up and watch the horror flick solo. </p>

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<p>I turned on my cable's ON DEMAND channel and noticed that their Horror movie menu was quite extensive this month.  I <em>really</em> wanted to watch the original <em>Friday the 13th</em>, but with that one nowhere in sight, I decided that <em>Freddy vs. Jason </em>would be my best bet for both campy and scary. </p>

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<p>In the spirit of Your Wish is My Command, I emailed Svenny and asked him to take a look at the Horror movie menu and get back to me with 3 choices.  I hinted that <em>Freddy vs. Jason</em> might be a good fit hoping that he would find it sufficiently slasherific and therefore NOT PICK <em>THE SHINING!!!  </em>The ghostly twins do me in every time.  No way, no HOW! </p>

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<p>Svenny's reply surprised me.  "We need to go to the theatre to see <em>Paranormal Activity 2!"</em> </p>

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<p>At first, I almost blurted back, "But this blog day involves watching a scary movie home alone!  That's the whole point!" </p>

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<p>And then I got smart.  Stupid, stupid girl.  WhatEVER are you thinking?!  Watching slasher flick home alone vs. watching ghost movie with member of the opposite sex who is easy on the eyes and has big biceps to grab onto when you get scared. </p>

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<p>As I said, I got smart. </p>

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<p>Svenny picked me up at 7.  One of my former students whom I taught when he was in kindergarten sold us tickets. I love to be continually reminded that my students are growing up and I am...er...growing up. too.  Oh, joy! </p>

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<p>We took to our seats and Svenny asked, "Have you and I been to a movie together yet?" </p>

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<p>I reminded him, "No, we haven't.  Are you going to try to make out with me during the movie?"</p>

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<p>Svenny gazed deep into my eyes and announced, "I just ate Chinese food!" </p>

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<p>Oh, Svennkyins.  Your honeyed words are more than a girl's heart can stand! </p>

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<p>As Svenny corrected himself and rambled on that he actually ate "Lean Cuisine", my mind wandered to Jim, a guy I dated briefly a few years prior. </p>

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<p>Jim looked like he stepped off the cover of <em>Men's Health</em>.  [Don't get excited, Jim T.  This is another Jim.  :-)]  He possessed both body and brains.  He was a rocket scientist or something for Intel.  Anywho, Jim's perfect body turned out to be just one facet of his perfect life.  His bachelor pad was cleaner than a hospital.  His car looked like it was detailed every weekend.  He lined up his athletic shoes -- one pair for each day of the week -- perfectly in his home gym. </p>

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<p>For our 5th date, Jim invited me to his house for dinner.  He cooked perfectly healthy burritos.  Jim made his with onions.  At the end of the evening, he walked me to my car, and as with the previous 4 dates, hugged me goodbye.  (My mother insisted he was gay, but I thought that he might just be a shy rocket scientist.  Women often make excuses for 6-pack abs.)</p>

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<p>I couldn't help myself.  I inquired, "Jim, are you ever going to kiss me?"</p>

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<p>"But Michelle!  I JUST ATE ONIONS!!!" </p>

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<p>And that's how I knew we were not a match.  Jim is the kind of guy who, when you roll over in bed in the morning and initiate messing around, will fly out of bed to brush his teeth first. </p>

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<p>Goodbye, Jim!</p>

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<p>But Svennykins and I are just friends.  So I expected some sort of joke as a response. </p>

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<p>The lights dimmed, and I sank into my theatre seat. </p>

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