Comments on: Birth of a Horrorblogger: Update http://www.mexploitation.org/2006/01/17/birth-of-a-horrorblogger-update/ One Norwegian's adventures in Mexican direct to video film production Tue, 05 May 2009 23:17:07 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Leo Utskot http://www.mexploitation.org/2006/01/17/birth-of-a-horrorblogger-update/comment-page-1/#comment-63 Leo Utskot Fri, 20 Jan 2006 05:59:44 +0000 http://www.mexploitation.org/2006/01/17/birth-of-a-horrorblogger-update/#comment-63 OK, I'm not really a horror fan, nor do I have a horrorspherical blog, but I do have a certain thing for zombie films which in addition to being very entertaining also lead to incredibly fun, massive zombie nightmares where I kill countless undead for fun. And I can trace my facination with zombies to an exact moment in time, 1984, Harstad Norway, sitting on a thick grey carpet watching the TV, transfixed and horrified at Micheal Jackson's Thriller video. The video freaked me out beyond anything else I can remember and led to a recurrent nightmare period of about a half a year durring which I dreamt that my father turned into a wherewolf, bit off my grandfathers arm and chased me around. Constant access to flashlights became vital for my survival that winter, in a place to fucking far north the sun doesn't come out for a month or so and I rarely slept without a knife close by (I now sleep with a 18 inch matchete behind my pillow...honest). I don't think I ever really got over it, I just learnt to adapt my imagination durring the dreams and push them towards something I could handel. This tecnique proved very usefull for erotic dreams, but that's another story... OK, I’m not really a horror fan, nor do I have a horrorspherical blog, but I do have a certain thing for zombie films which in addition to being very entertaining also lead to incredibly fun, massive zombie nightmares where I kill countless undead for fun. And I can trace my facination with zombies to an exact moment in time, 1984, Harstad Norway, sitting on a thick grey carpet watching the TV, transfixed and horrified at Micheal Jackson’s Thriller video.

The video freaked me out beyond anything else I can remember and led to a recurrent nightmare period of about a half a year durring which I dreamt that my father turned into a wherewolf, bit off my grandfathers arm and chased me around. Constant access to flashlights became vital for my survival that winter, in a place to fucking far north the sun doesn’t come out for a month or so and I rarely slept without a knife close by (I now sleep with a 18 inch matchete behind my pillow…honest). I don’t think I ever really got over it, I just learnt to adapt my imagination durring the dreams and push them towards something I could handel. This tecnique proved very usefull for erotic dreams, but that’s another story…

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