Spiffy.

Nobody knows who Lon Chaney is.

As you all know (and if you don't know me well, now you know), every three to five weekends or so I have to have a day to myself in which I indulge into the creepy world of old horror films. I'll sit there in my jammies, most likely all day, with a big bowl of fruit and bags under my beautiful green eyes the size of Alabama staring at the television screen in awe of man's imagination of the paranormal. Today was supposed to be that day, however the video store is rapidly running out of 1940's and back black and white films on dvd. If I had a VHS like all the cool kids do these days, I could enjoy life in the midst and realms of haunted mansions, mummies, Dracula and blood. However, I must sit on my stupid computer and watch all these films online. Damn it all. Since I'm not in the mood to look up anything I have to start progressing to the 1950's era of colored films. NOOOOO! :( (Reference to Alberto: "I've seen it all!")