Frogs - One of the worst movies ever made?

Ribbit - nothing happens - ribbit ...

You don't have to type "worst horror film ever made" into a search engine to find this film, but it helps.

I remember this movie being aired, either on The Paranormal Channel, back when there was a Paranormal Channel, or , less likely, the Sci-Fi channel.

I love the title. I love how it gets straight to the point. Not the film though.

When I realised that this was going to be a 'shit' film, I settled in for a different kind of ride. The 'How Bad Can This Get' a-Coaster. This was unsatisfying too. It was a film where Not Much Happens At All. For a very long time. I fell asleep.

And while it's not a 'so bad it's good' movie, I still think of it. Yesterday, I was working in the car, parked up by some trees so get some shade, and suddenly, on the other side of the those trees, came the chattering of what must have been dozens of frogs. It started as what could be described as background noise, the occasional chirrup, which soon rose to a cacophony, so that one might feel they could actually see the sound approaching, rattling the bushes and tearing leaves from the trees. The multiple sounds rose like one body, one menacing body, making itself big to scare off a predator.

And then I thought of this film, in which frogs weren't scary at all, but they could be.

I started thinking about the creatures or objects that are never considered scary and could they have their own unlikely but incredibly effective horror movie. I already have a few stories along these lines, which will become evident as they are published or complete. Until then, I've been tying to put together some more. For example:

Nits! - They'll Eat Your Scalp - pretty scary actually; too scary

The Ladybird - kind of like The Fly, but red and black and with a woman as the monster.

Marianne came up with:

Sloth!

The tagline could be: "Darkness Sleeps"

Any suggestions for the most unlikely horror movie/novel content appreciated.

How to Inspire

Leader vs Boss

Professional Bloodbath

I just wrote 'bloodbath' in an email to a client. It's part of a serious discussion.

I love this job.

I first met this client while working in my car. I was just a blob in the dark with eyes sparkling every now and then and he was in his room on the other side of the planet. He'd done this before, an online chat across the world. I was, in his words, a virgin to this.

This is where the dogging analogy ends.

We chatted online for two or three hours, until my battery died, about zombies and vampires and how to make better monsters and why ours was going to kill, again, and again.

Then I had to charge him for my time. It was amazing to to me then that I get to charge for this, but he needed my expertise and I can't help that I'm in love with what I do.

Hating work doesn't make it work.

Hating what you're doing doesn't make it more viable or valuable than something you enjoy.

work

wəːk/

noun

noun: work; plural noun: works; plural noun: the works

1.

activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a result.

"he was tired after a day's work in the fields"

synonyms:

labour, toil, exertion, effort, slog, drudgery, the sweat of one's brow;

verb

verb: work; 3rd person present: works; past tense: worked; past participle: worked; past tense: wrought; past participle: wrought; gerund or present participle: working

1.

be engaged in physical or mental activity in order to achieve a result; do work.

"an engineer who was working on a design for a more efficient wing"

synonyms:

toil, labour, exert oneself, slave (away), plod away;

Open the door

Mr Benn - oneironaut

Okay, Mary

"It's okay, Mary. I got this. Everything's gonna be okay ..."

I've got an idea for a story that involves some characters who could be compared to the 'wise kings' of the nativity story. Maybe it was because I was thinking of this during the day that I dreamt about the story of Mary and Joseph turning up in a barn with Jesus as a baby.

"Bit of a shithole," Joseph was thinking.

"I'm not sleeping here!" Mary was saying.

There was an old palette covered in straw in the corner. Moonlight filtered in through the cracks in the walls, giving everything a silvery-blue hue.

And then a guy dressed as Batman - that's right, not Batman himself, but just a guy in a costume - burst in and started entertaining the visitors, including a bunch of school kids from God knows where.

Jesus slept through the whole thing; he was always a good sleeper.

Other sources for this dream: suggested that our Elderflower cordial was, though unlikely, pressed by the feet of virgins.