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#271 – 274. Scary Movie Bonanza 2.0

Spoiler alert: these movies weren’t that scary. The Shining on the other hand…

I used to think I didn’t like scary movies.

Last year, I forced myself to watch a few. Oddly enough, I kind of enjoyed them… though I still fight myself from thinking about ghost hands clapping in my closet at least once a week (thanks, The Conjuring!).

I asked my Facebook and Twitter pals for their best scary movie recommendations. I selected a few of the most mentioned. Aside from one dud, I sussed out some legitimately creepy flicks.

Dare you to watch them.

At work.

Or home alone.

P.S. Is it just me, or are the trailers almost always creepier than the actual movie?

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The Others

The synopsis (per IMDB): A woman who lives in a darkened old house with her two photosensitive children becomes convinced that her family home is Read more

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#270. Fact: 99 Percent of Fear is Anticipation.

A nice pic from the folks at the Soap Factory’s Haunted Basement. Cute, right? | Photo by Dan Norman

I made up that 99 percent statistic, but anecdotally I know it’s true. Don’t worry, I’ll explain. But first:

I hadn’t planned on visiting the Soap Factory’s Haunted Basement.

I went for the first time last year. I didn’t sleep for the three weeks between the time I purchased the tickets and the actual event.

I wish I was kidding.

Somehow, I had more anxiety about walking through a basement full of actors than I did jumping out of an airplane.

Fear is so irrational sometimes.

Spoiler alert: I survived the 2013 Haunted Basement. It was not at all like I’d expected and I was proud of myself for facing my fear. I did it! I didn’t feel the need to go again.

That is, until three of my … Read more

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#269. I Ran My First 10k (& Why I Don’t Think I’ll Do It Again)

Me and my guy, before the pain.

I workout. Always have.

I’m no Jillian Michaels, but I’m in decent shape.

This is precisely why running pisses me off.

No matter how fit I feel, I am not good at it. When I try really hard, I still run a 10-minute mile.

Some people walk a mile in 10 minutes.

Not only am I slow, but I also don’t really enjoy running. That whole runner’s high thing? Never felt it. People who clear their mind on a run? Not I.

Me + running? We just never clicked.

Despite that, I decided to sign up for a 10k trail run. I’d never run in anything over a 5k race. And trail run? Psssht, nope. Great Hey Eleanor challenge, right?

I trained with the husband. For two months, we did at least one distance run a week (anywhere from four to seven miles), … Read more

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268. What It’s Like to Be Self-Employed.

My first day as a self-employed gal was all I dreamed… until it wasn’t.

Last Thursday marked my first day as self-employed person! I’ve dreamed about what this might feel like for a long time. Not that I was desperate for it or anything, but you know, after working full-time for over seven years, a girl’s gotta wonder!

What would I do? Oh man, the possibilities!

I had the most perfect day, ever.

I woke up at 6:30 and had coffee and breakfast with my guy.

I worked on my website until 9 am.

I then took Patsy, my sweet puppy, for a walk. We went to the Apple store and returned our wireless router (it was pretty crappy) and exchanged it for a more powerful one. They let dogs in the store, so it was especially fab.

Did I mention it was 70 degrees, sunny with fall colors … Read more

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267. Why I Quit My Really Awesome Job.

Just getting paid to go to South Beach Wine & Food Festival… nbd!

Last Wednesday marked the scariest things I’ve done in the past year. No, I didn’t swim with white sharks or vacation in that town overrun with maniacal clowns.

I quit my job.

But let me back up a sec.

Following college, I landed an absolutely terrible job where I got paid next to nothing to hand out fliers and other pointless crap to strangers, often while wearing a costume. A great use of my journalism degree!

It was awful.

So after a year, I did something perfectly naive: I put in my two weeks notice with zero plan.

I spent the next month celebrating my own personal Summer of George, doing awesome stuff like going to the farmers’ market on Thursday afternoons and laying by the pool.

There were also many, many margaritas.

The day … Read more

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