NYCHFF: The Terror Begins

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So last night God, personally, did not want me to get to screening of Hostel (director's cut) and the Q and A afterwards with Eli Roth. After a great deal of cursing and sweating and changing of subway lines and giving up on the subway and finally getting on a bus-I arrived to a huge line-just what I had been trying to avoid. I ended up with fellow journalist Alex from Creature Comfort bitching with him about how us members of the press should be treated specially as opposed to having to wait on line like the rest of the festival goers! Our delusions of grandeur made the wait entertaining. Once inside I ensconced myself with pack o' bad boy filmmakers. The movies, like the company, were awesome.

Afterwards instead of waiting to talk to Roth, I was just too exhausted, we all headed off to the bar where we hung out until 2 in the morning. Phil Mucci told me that I am "the ballsiest woman" he has met in a long time. And he appreciates that, as well he should! Richard Gale and Brian Rohan (Criticized) hung out till late since they, sadly, had an early flight back to California. Brian is an absolute doll, and it amuses me that such a sweet guy with dimples is making a career playing insane killers! Richard is a very cool guy and I can't wait to see what he is going to come up with next . We were all bummed that they couldn't spend more time hanging out with us, but hopefully they will come back to NYC soon. I managed to drag myself home at 2 am.

Tonight promises more spooky films, snarky remarks, creepy candy, decadent drinks, and all around phantasmagoric fun.


40 Horror Movies, 5 Days, and a Killer Bunni

Well in a moment of what I can only call incredibly optimistic denial, I agreed to cover the NYCHFF. I was at the opening party last night, being a hit of course, and flirting with Phil Mucci (Listening Dead and Far Out) and Richard Gale (Cricitized). Of course, I intended to watch the movies and vamoose, but instead ended up at the venue until midnight drinking a shot with a cute bartender because I got him one of the goody bags.
Of course today I feel like I was hit by a small bus. I'm about to go teach and after that rush home and change to make it for another block of movies including Hostel with the director's original ending and the Q and A with Eli Roth himself. Being so tired so early on, plus all the papers and exam I have to correct, plus continuing with the Paris Diaries makes me wonder if I can make it through the next five days.
Can one killer bunni survive the hours of untold horror? More importantly can I make it through an Uwe Boll film? I shall be posting updates, pictures, and all the bloody details so stayed tuned to find out what movies absolutely killed at this year's festival.

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Online Dating

The above links to a question posed by a woman who is having trouble with internet dating. While Moxie offers advice about how to be competitive and showcase herself on online dating sites, my whole take on internet dating is that it really isn't worth the effort.

I've tried online dating hoping to find a better or at least different caliber of man. And what I found was more annoyance than it was worth. Sure I was a popular girl on these sites, as one can imagine, and perhaps that was part of the problem. I would get emails from men in Japan and Turkey, but their profiles would reveal they were looking for a "casual" relationship. Many of the men who responded, I'm sure, didn't even look at my profile. One man sent me a personalized email, which I thought rather witty. When I responded, the email I got back was, "I just looked at your profile again and see that you are 4 ft 10 inches tall. I think that's too short for me. Does that make me shallow?" I couldn't believe he would even write back to say that. If he failed to respond, it would have been more polite (I would have assumed he found a more interesting girl). Of the men who were worthy of response there were still other problems. Many men lied about their appearances and submitted old photographs, and the medium of email allowed them to hide a variety of problems from agoraphobia to philandering and every issue in between. Added up, the time and effort of writing a profile and sorting through emails not to mention so many horrible or even just so so dates made it completely not worth the effort.

I've honestly found picking up men in bars to be a better way to meet men. Not just more of them, but sadly, an overall better quality of man. First off you know right away what the guy looks like. Second email and IM make it easy to hide issues that might be easily revealed with a few dates. Third having liquor on hand, well, it makes any man seem just a little bit better. Plus you can find out right away if the guy is utterly cheap (won't offer to pay for a drink) or if he can at least play the gentleman for an hour or two. (While I don't buy into a lot of old fashioned ways, I do believe that if a man offers to pay for a drink it reveals something about his character. Once a relationship is developed then I'm all about going dutch.)

I do understand that living in NY colors my opinion since in other towns and even cities, it isn't as easy to meet other people, but still I would say you are better off going to places like or going to large events and mingling than trying to "sell" yourself on a dating site.

Anyone out there want to share their online dating stories?

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