Our daughter’s real name is Poppy. The critics seem unanimous in their verdict: Poppy as a name sucks choda. “She will be teased as a teenager“. “It’s so… hippyish“. “She’s a heroin addict“. “Why not Apple while you’re at it“? Yet, in my neck of the woods, Rose, Jasmine, Lilly, Daisy, Iris and Violet are all fair game. … Continue reading
…on Eva Halloween‘s The Year of Halloween, my darling site of the morbid and the macabre… Le Clown guest blogs on Eva’s site, and offers you a trip down into the abyss of his mind… and to his favourite horror movies. Now, for those who thought a clown was scary, wait till you discover what’s … Continue reading
Le Clown is many things: an entertainer, a magnificent father, a gorgeous husband, an atheist-agnostic-nihilist, a very tall powerhouse who fears nothing… but movies about Le Satan. Before bed last night, we watched The Devil Inside. Le Clown played it cool in front of The Ringmistress: a possessed character on t.v. and Le Clown only cried … Continue reading
Dear friends and followers, I was about to read your posts today, when Lord Evil Poppy had a different idea… Tomorrow, I [kind of] promise… My apologies. The Clown.
1980. Montreal, in some random theater. Movie night. It’s Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining for my parents and their friends. For us kids, Disney’s The Black Hole. We’re 3/4 into the movie. I recall drinking a very large coca-cola all to myself and gorging on Twizzlers and chocolate bars. I’m on a cocaine-like suger high and … Continue reading