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Roy’s October “Must Watch” Movie/TV List

In no particular order, here is my list of “must-watch” movies and TV shows for the month of October. Halloween is such a fun holiday and I always take advantage of shamelessly watching horror movies over and over and over and over during this fantastic and spooktacular month. Opinions are my own so to all the Negative Nancy’s out there: save your breath. Everyone else is welcome to discuss! 

Movies

Halloweentown

Halloween (1978)

Halloween (2018)

Caroline

Hocus Pocus

Casper Meets Wendy

Trick r’ Treat

Pumpkinhead

Freaks (1932)

IT (1990)

Beetlejuice

Corpse Bride

The Haunted Mansion

House of Wax

The Witches

Little Shop of Horrors

Sleepy Hollow (1999)

A Nightmare On Elm Street (franchise)

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Edward Scissorhands

Addams Family Values

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

Child’s Play (1988)

Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)

The Silence of the Lambs

Frankenstein (1931)

Scream (1996)

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

Orphan (2009)

Labyrinth

Leprechaun (franchise)

TV Shows

The Twilight Zone (1959)

Tales From the Crypt

R.L Stine’s: The Haunting Hour

Hemlock Grove

Manuel Roy

IMPORTANT AND VERY SERIOUS LIFE UPDATE: I guilted my sister into watercoloring with me again and this is the result. Genuine and terrible critiques are welcome and encouraged. I am aware that this is a terrible attempt at painting a landscape, especially when the guide said it should have looked like this:

BUT OH, MOTHERFUCKING WELL. You do what you can and hope for the best and that it’s enough. Sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesn’t. It didn’t in my case (this time, I will keep working on it!), but at least I can never have the unsatisfaction(???) of saying I didn’t try. Godspeed.

PS: I am 100000000% aware that my attempt at “painting” sucked, but there are worse ways I could be spending my time and fucking up watercolor painting is definitely a more socially acceptable idea in the eyes of our wholesomely capitalistic, patriarchal and heteronormative society (compared to other, more edgy alternatives, of course). 

Sometimes, whether we like it or not we have to conform to some degree and it was (definitely not an easy choice, i will admit) either fucking up watercolors while my sister anxiously watched me out of the corner of her eye waiting for me to blow up and eventually resort to watching videos and eating food (which I actually did eventually do, but that’s not the point here) or getting arrested because I tried to break into an abandoned Denny’s in the middle of the night while high on acid. 

Choices, people! Choices! BUT ALSO, though, halfway through painting I realized that the sand wasn’t supposed to be orange and that I had forgotten to paint the water underneath, so there’s that as well. 

I am having a mid-midlife crisis. I have been desperately looking for this stupid hamburger from my childhood and I CANNOT FIND IT ANYWHERE. Well, I can cause’ I managed to find a picture, but I mean I can’t find anywhere to purchase it. I used to buy these a lot as a kid and its been over a decade since my lips have tasted their marshmallow-y goodness.

These babies would always sit on the candy aisle at the Dollar Tree store right next to the theater and cotton candy. Every week, my dad would give my sister and I $15 as an allowance (Domingo as we call it in Spanish) and without fail we would go to the Dollar Tree store in Little Canada that was about 10 minutes from where we lived to spend our money on puzzles, toys, snacks and coloring books. We used to go so often that the store employees started to know who we were and the types of things we liked.

One time, I remember we couldn’t go during a specific week (I don’t remember why–yes, I know this blurb is filled with contradictions) and the next time we went, the store employees asked us where we’d been. They found our absence odd and were happy that we were back that day. I wasn’t very good at understanding sarcasm them, but it’s possible that’s what they were doing.

We stopped going after we moved to a different place and sometimes, I wonder what they thought after we stopped coming…Were they happy? Worried? Did they really care? I tend to overthink a lot and am probably making a bigger deal out of this than I should, BUT I can’t help it.

Anyways, whenever these were available, I would always spend two or three bucks (one time I spent five) on these bad boys. My mother would always complain about me eating these because she said that they would get stuck in my stomach. They never did (I think), but who knows?

Waiting a week to purchase more was TORTURE and sometimes I would have to finesse my sister into giving me any leftovers (and sometimes brand-new unopened ones) she had. I wonder if me doing that as a child somehow screwed her up psychologically. She tends to hoard snacks and would rather let them expire than allow my brother or I to eat them. She’s our family’s Smaug when it comes to snacks.

I am fully aware that there are a lot of jerks who like to talk smack about these beauties but let me tell you: they are WRONG. These burgers are absolutely divine. I have always been a sucker for “odd” candy and this little gem definitely falls under that category.

I would very much like to try one at least once more before I croak. These things were a big part of my childhood and I really miss them.

Thank you for listening to my awkward story. I shall be back soon with more boring content.