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So, I was on ThatGuyWithTheGlasses.Com recently and I saw there was a review for some movie called Devil's Carnival by Paw. Well, I checked it out and found that it was a very interesting-looking movie. In fact, I discovered it was a sort of spiritual sequel to Repo! The Genetic Opera  which was a movie/musical I quite enjoyed even if Paris Hilton was in it. The fact that it feels like she doesn't act so much as show up on set, attempt to sing, and lose her face really helps things though. So, after watching the review, I realized that I'd seen this on Netflix for quite some time. In fact, Netflix kept telling me to watch it, but I ignored the suggestions because I ignore most of the things Netflix tells me to do. I don't like watching movies computers tell me I'll like... or TV shows. Or really anything really. I don't like being told what to do. Hell, that's why I still won't read Lord of the Rings ... mostly. Also I just can't. I want to, ...

Raggedy Top Hats are cool! This past Christmas, we had the Doctor Who Christmas Special. From my point of view, it's the first on since the second Russel T. Davies season where the episode is genuinely part of the series and not just some little mini-side quest or part of a series of specials (I'm looking at you, End of Time  and the Specials Season). That whole period of time really upset me... Anyhow! The Snowmen  is not just a Christmas Special for Doctor Who , one of my favorite TV series of ALL TIME, but it is also the sixth episode of the seventh season (or series as they call it in Britain). It stars Matt Smith, as the Doctor (a madcap time traveler who changes his faces, but his transport ever remain the same: a blue police box) and Jenna-Louise Coleman and Clara Oswin Oswald, the mysterious new companion who died the last time she appeared on the show... after having been a Dalek (the series' big bad... most of the time) the whole time. ...

Some Christmases are... stranger than others... It's the most wonderful time of the year! Time for candies and trees and presents wrapped up in bows! It's the time for... Terry Pratchett? Well, if you know me, and let's face it, if you've read this blog at all, you know me, every time of the year is a time for Terry Pratchett.  Heck, my kids will probably know all the movies by heart before they learn proper sentences. I'll probably read them Tiffany Aching before trotting out nice, family-friendly stuff like The Wizard of Oz  or Little House on the Prairie . Though, seriously, I never understood why people would want to read Little House of the Prairie  when the Bible and Edward Eager exist. But... enough about this, it's CHRISTMAS! Or... on the Disc, it's HOGSWATCH! That is a very good thing for kids... most years, but this year (according to the book and the movie) The Auditors of Reality have decided to put a stop to all this Hogswatc...

So, I wanted to do something light and fluffy for my next review for the end of the world. So, I thought of a TV show from some years back about six friends (three boys and three girls) who hang out together in bars and coffee houses and their own homes, and talk about sex. A LOT.  In Britain! Ladies and Not Ladies, I present you with... Coupling ! That guy at the bottom? That's Commodore Norrington. So, all of you know about Doctor Who, right? Probably not. Which means you've never heard of Steve Moffat. If you have, you'll have heard of this gem of a TV Show which is one of the few good things I got from my ex-boyfriend. Coupling was a British Sitcom written by Steven Moffat and released in the UK between 2000 and 2004 about six friends in their thirties and their dating and sexual adventures. It starred Jack Davenport (Commodore Norrington from Pirates of the Caribbean ) and Richard Coyle (Mois...

Yup! There's a movie for everything! This past Friday, I was a very busy girl. I was at my grandma's house helping her clean her front room and decorate for Christmas. In the midst of that, Grandma had the news on and we learned of a terrible travesty against humanity. A psychopath killed his mother and then went to a school and shot twenty children between the ages of six and seven and seven teachers... or was it eighteen children and nine teachers? ... or was it twenty-one children and six teachers?... or was it twenty children and six teachers? The numbers kept changing and so did the information. It was ridiculous and it was one more chip in my ever-disappearing faith in humanity. Since then, you turn on the news and you hear more about the Sandy Hook shootings or how they're planning on upping gun control laws. So the last thing you want to do is watch a movie  about a school shooting, right? Well, if you said "No, I really want to get more depressed ab...