Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Gush Of Blood 2 Weeks After Period

A Broken fry into the night

On leaving the school, our group of friends was determined not to separate. And to celebrate, we decided to adapt a completely wacky tale written by Ed Wood (another) and told the incredible adventure of two agents of the Federal Investigation Berguen responsible for solving the investigation into the flight communal fryer. Their journey would lead them to cross the path of a killer cat methods singular: he detonated the cats and put a fry in the posterior to sign his crime. A complex scenario deserves to put the means. Equipped with an 8mm camera, an old tape recorder, a lot of humor, a stack of frozen burgers and three days ahead, we have chained the scenes of this fabulous short film that marks the end of a time.

is an event that marks the spirits. Often, my parents asked that I show the film to my friends, worse, my girlfriends. Fortunately, he found that it is not leaking at the time of my head: hair waves, bourgeois style, round glasses, and intonation were my effeminate character, wearing a pretty pink dress and accompanied by various farm animals. Ridiculous, we were. I the first, the narrator, copy botched Stephane Bern. Of those who watched this gem, I remember the laughter crises, to tears. Finally, it was just the point! Strangely, this film still welded links between us, and despite the distance between us sometimes, you find yourself regularly and we feel again what made our group at the time. A very strong friendship, like the first day.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Naturest Beuity Contest

The monster under the bed

We all got scared, being kids, the monster under the bed. Blame the big bad wolf stories that we told our mom before going to bed, first interpretation of evil against good. And evil is black, is known.

Yet, I never thought there was a monster under my bed. No Bogey in the cupboard either. Just dust. And bits of biscuit. Hum. Mom will not be happy. I sometimes watched, never impressed. But I do not leave my feet too close to the bed, once these tall tales are true. It should not be the monster grabs my legs and drags me under the bed ... for what, really?

All the elements were there to maintain my fear. I went to bed, I snuggled against my teddy, and closed my eyes. It was dark in the room. Only the pale light of the moon creates shadows that seemed to move around the room.

And suddenly, boom. Boom.

bumping. Repetitive. Someone climbs the stairs. Boom.

Boom.

bang.

I breathe slowly.

bang.

fucking ch'ui con: it's my heart beating I hear!

So I realized early on that the monsters hiding under the bed are just crap. Stuff grandmother as Mary Groet, or the spider-legged wooden ceiling cap, intended to keep the kids in awe and so peaceful. Still, one day, something strange happened, and was repeated. Do you believe in ghosts ..?