scariest vampire

I am taking a course on vampires in literature and film. It is pretty much the best course I have ever taken in my college career, cause, duh vampires! We have seen True Blood, Dracula (what the fuck happened to Copppola in the 90s?), and others. We will see The hunger, The lost boys, and Buffy. 

I don't remember Sarah Michelle Buffy having ANY tits

But! This is not about Buffy (yeahok), it's about this question one of my professors made in class yesterday about who we think is the scariest vamp. Obviously, in our day and age, our notions of vampires are varied. We have Dracula, the orig, but we also have Edward. 

Fuck you, Stephanie Meyer... just fuck you

Different vampires in different books/movies/TV series have different rules. Some vamps can walk in daylight, some can't. Some of them look like little glowing girls, others don't. Each 'new' vampire must denounce or embrace the rules that we already know for vampires, but they are always working from pre-conceived ideas of what vampires mean/are. 

THIS is what a bela looks like

In light of this (and, hey, look, back to Buffy), in my opinion, the scariest vampire I know is ANGELUS. Buffy tells us that the lack of soul situash is what makes him so evil once he gets a happy. But I think it's because he's a dick.

ugh

His psychological torment of Buffy is extreme, and that is, what I think, the scariest quality of the vampire: the lack of conscience paired with the desire to fuck shit up. The asshole psycopath, if you will, the desire to not only kill, but make it hurt. 




Just like some people's exes.




What do you think?

the most boring weekend: inspiration for the longest post

Let me tell YOU about my weekend:  

Friday: nap and then drunk. I was mean to people I care about, and did stupid shit. And then I came home and did mean things to myself. No need to get into it, but, I apologize to my friends and to myself. (If you didn't hang out with me during the weekend, you're in luck).

I don't know who took this one. Not me.

Saturday: I read what seemed to be all the pages of all the articles and books ever written, but still didn't finish my reading for this week. It's okay, I will just do what every college student does when she hasn't done all of her readings: bullshit your way through seminar, sleep during lecture. Saturday, as well, I watched two movies by Ken Russell.

The man looks like this.

Now, If you don't know Ken Russell, please go to his imdb page and check out the ratings on his movies: absolute crap. Yet, these were required for my vampire class, so I had to do it. A little sample (which leaves out all the weird nakedness and phalli everywhere. There is a dream sequence where the Virgin Mary gets raped.)

Yeah, I watched two of those: Gothic and The Lair of the White Worm (what.the.fuck). Hugh Grant is officially now a crappy actor.

asssssshole

After, I got a bit sentimental after reading 200 pages of Dracula. I felt inadequate, like I should have been born to a high-society family in Victorian England. Imagine! I would have wrecked their shit up. You know, in style, à la Oscar Wilde. Without the dying alone and penniless in exile.

fucking gangsta

Sunday: I cleaned my room. I actually got down on my knees and vacuumed between the wood floor boards. I grabbed my FABULOSO, and, true to its name, it fabulously cleaned the beer gunk on my floor (after much scrubbing). I felt so proletariat. But then I decided that was probably not PC, so I stopped.

This was literally me. Also, go check out hyperbole and a half

I also watched Buffy with jwife too, and got all scared/excited at the uber-vamp of season 7. We both have blue balls about Spuffy not getting it on (anymore).

Please Joss, pleeeeease!

After, more homework about something something something in communist film theory, about motion, about the "endless" and "sublime" quality of film. Needless to say, after many underlinings of every paragraph, I don't know what the fuck I read about.

While watching the Grammys I wanted to throw something at the TV,  preferably something pointy. Lady Antebellum can suck my dildo. BUT! La Roux (my girlfriend) got Best Dance Record! Which she totally deserves, that album is a conceptual masterpiece, go fuck yourself if you don't like it.

uuuuggghhhhhh

That's... it? Pretty much the most boring weekend ever, but I was hella productive, the most I have been in weeks upon months.

Happy Valentine's Day! If you care about this crap. (I made a card for jwife that says, quite wittily: "You make my... nipples all pointy!!!" With a picture of boobs)

Edit: Jesus, I just re-read this and I had so freaking many spelling mistakes! Oops.