So I got Justice League: The New Frontier and really enjoyed it. Particularly the first Flash sequence, that was fun. Neil Patrick Harris as Barry Allen works. Also, can't believe I didn't realize before watching that this release is perfectly timed politically.. Because of the Silver Age setting and the McCarthy era backdrop, there's a lot of dialogue that is custom-designed to comfort Americans who are feeling kind of shitty about how their government is behaving and hoping for an inspirational figure to usher in change.
I like my new toy, too. He has a little lantern to go with him, and he's molded to the base so I can leave him out somewhere.
And while I was at the store I saw one of those cheap collections of old black and white movies. 50 black and white horror movies for 20 bucks. I picked it up on a whim because it had the original The House on Haunted Hill. On getting home I discovered it had silent movie classics Nosferatu and Fritz Lang's Metropolis. One of the first Superman stories I ever read was the Superman: Metropolis elseworlds, which led me to checking out the movie out of curiosity. It has a special place in my heart and now I own it.
I found a book of classic ghost stories (Not just Poe reprints, but it has Ambrose Bierce and Washington Irving stories).
I also got my hands on a copy of John Keel's Mothman Prophecies book. I'm only 25 pages in and this book is Urban Legend Paradise. There's UFOs, metaphysical speculation, multiple counts of small-town weirdness, a giant fucking bird with hypnotic red eyes, the US government trying to act like they know what the hell is going on and that nothing is going on anyway, military red tape stupidity, historical ties to stories about faeries, The Devil, and encounters with the inhuman kind of Men in Black (not the run-of-the-mill government spooks, these are the MiBs who are like aliens or robots trying to cover their tracks).
I'm starting to come to terms with being a horror fan. I started out with kid's ghost story anthologies (The Dark Thirty, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, Are You Afraid of the Dark?), and I worked my way up to the hard stuff (Lovecraft, Internet and Radio tales of ghost encounters) from there. and have been utterly hooked on these sorts of things ever since. I hate the current trend of torture porn, and have no interest in mortal slasher flicks. But I can't stay away from a good ghost tale (particularly one that purports to be true). I can't help but research weird and frightening occurrances. I absolutely adore horror movies made before 1970 (I love the camera tricks that cover for bad special effects). I like modern supernatural thrillers provided they have a creepy air. The only romance I read is paranormal horror romance. I can't resist this stuff.
But there's a problem. It's the same as the reason my favorite superhero is Green Lantern. I'm a huge wuss, a neurotic person with a highly active imagination. I am what is politely referred to as high strung. Other people are amused by my nervousness. In my first year in the USAF, the guys in the dorm used to knock on my door when they walked by. They knew I was in there watching or reading something creepy and I would scream audibly. I haven't calmed down. Right now my boss greets me suddenly and boisterously every day because it never fails to make me jump, yelp, and drop whatever I'm carrying.
I never watched horror movies as a teenager because I always figured I'd have nightmares. (Oddly enough, I rarely have nightmares from this stuff. The problem is getting to sleep.) Trailers and commercials for horror movies spook me out. I have an irrational terror of witch stories (yes, I know just how wrong that is for me). I don't have mirrors or televisions in my bedroom because reflected light (and my own ghastly snarl-haired pale visage) is too unsettling in the dark. I stay up late reading ghost stories and then kick myself for it. But I can''t stop. I'm drawn to it.
It always seemed like I was being incredibly unwise by exposing myself to this stuff. My brain clearly hates me, and I'm giving it ammunition. Then I was completely flipping out at work on Friday over something my physician suggested I might have when I realized just why I adore urban legends, ghost stories, and creepy suspenseful horror. I'm the kind of person who makes her own life 50 times more stressful than it needs to be. I panic needlessly and worry endlessly about my lot in life. No matter how secure my job, my financial health, my physical health, my safety and my future is I will always be convinced everything I love is about to dissolve and slip through my fingers like purple art project scenery sand. Or worse, crash on the floor and spill out like brains and blood from a crushed skull. Supernatural tales of terror give me something else to worry about.
Something fun to worry about.
It's time to stop calling myself stupid for this, and embrace it.
I'm off to go replace my worries with the Scariest Thing Ever Written (Dreams in the Witch House by HP Lovecraft -- Witches, ghosts and geometry, oh my!), then I'm going to bury myself in modern North American mythology. Dig me out when the next issue of Green Lantern comes out.