Fall Into the Holidays #6

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The Taking of Deborah Logan (2014)

things that go bump in the night

I have a soft spot in my heart for non-traditional possession films, even if they had to go the found footage route.

I’m serious. Time to move onto another technique…or I’m going to make a found footage film of a horror reviewer slowly loosing her mind over an over-used and not particularly compelling genre.

However, this was actually a pretty creepy film. The Taking of Deborah Logan looks like a basic possession style film on the surface-but there are some plot twists that take this in a pretty odd direction, pretty quickly. That said, it’s still a fairly straight forward found footage movie with the traditional jump scares that you would assume would be in a movie like this.

I did appreciate the film makers not going in the traditional black robes and holy water direction with the plot. There’s some detailing that I’m not sure are supposed to be surprises-or if I just happened to miss them earlier. Some of the assumptions that I -think- the viewer is supposed to make are pretty weak, but nothing that really drags the movie down too much. There is one issue I have with the plot, and that’s less of a plot hole as much as it is a suspension of disbelief concern.

This isn’t the most solid possession piece you could watch, and my dislike of found footage colors most every movie I watch in this genre. But I enjoyed this one more than I thought I would (and I’m interested to know if the ending is a nod to the plot continuing after the end of the film).

 

Skadi-Jacob

Remember this attractive fellow?

photo by David Merrett

photo by David Merrett

One of this brethren spun up something like this:

 

 

Skadi [First Batch, Jacob]

ply: n-ply

wpi: 10

yardage: 243 across 5 skeins

dye: n/a, natural

purchase: Rhinebeck, in person

The fiber was split into two bags. The first bag was less compacted, but the second ironically spun up more evenly.

Jacob is both a primitive and relatively rare breed. I did enjoy this spin, and would spin Jacob again. It’s not a top fiber, it’s not a favorite, but it was pleasant enough.

The fiber looked and felt clean-until I did the clean up. My wheel looks like it snowed and the wash water when I set the twist was fairly dark. The roving wasn’t fully stripped and that may play a part in it.

*I did beat up on the yarn a little in finish to get it to full a little. I washed it without soap to keep that lanolin in it and washed it as hot as the water would come out of the tap. I whacked it against the side of the tub to set the twist.

**I have a lot of varying different shades of natural, so I’m skeining Skadi a lot smaller than normal to make alternating skeins a little quicker/easier.

Killer Legends (2014)

things that go bump in the night

My academic intentions went something like this: I wanted to be an epidemiologist and work with the Plague (no, really), I wanted to be a folklorist, I ended up a sociologist.

I would have been a folklorist and worked  with urban legends, except that I realized that I had absolutely no interest in the types of anthropology that you have to do in order to finish your degree, but I was actually deeply interested in most aspects of sociology that you have to finish in order to get a BA.

In other words, I have a deep interest in the back stories to urban legends.

And this documentary is actually fairly creepy.

By the same production team that released Cropsy, the documentary takes the same premise-talking to the people involved with true crimes that inspired wider urban legends or provided new life to old legends-and looks at wider American culture. Where Cropsy was interested in local, New York legends, this documentary looks at legends from around America including killer clowns in the Midwest and the Phantom Killings in Texarkana.

While this can be a dry documentary style for people who aren’t as interested in the theoretical elements of these legends (a sociologist! They actually talked to a sociologist over an anthropologist for once! Team Soc!), the way that the documentary is shot including the score choice makes this an actually fairly dark, creepy watch.

This is the type of documentary that I probably would have seen in college but probably not before-there’s a fair amount of crime scene photography, including postmortem photography. Some of the discussions run to the slightly graphic and it doesn’t shy away from some of the nastier social forces involved in the crimes (at least one the crimes is bluntly related to race relations, and is stated in a way that’s not made more politically correct. It is however coming from a primary source).

This is probably a documentary for older viewers, but it’s also one of the better true crime documentaries that I’ve seen for awhile-and the UL angle is definitely entertaining.

 

Reknitting

reknit one row laceBecause this is the year of no sun, I couldn’t grab a single decent shot of this project. I tried on three separate days. Just…nothing. If I hadn’t been lazy, I would have gotten out the Nikon and tried that, but honestly, my camera shots are just as bad as the phone shots and I don’t have to kick Mid off of his computer to upload anything.

Tearing out old projects for yarn used to be a much more common thing than it is now. It used to be so common, in fact, that I have patterns in my collection from the war rationing days that detail how to hide flawed yarn (the trick is patterned stitches).

I don’t necessarily have to ration yarn, especially in the era of Red Heart going on sale for $2 a ball, and frankly, I don’t mind working with Red Heart. I’ve never minded it. But if I have a garment that I haven’t worn for years, then there’s no reason I can’t take it apart and refashion it.

minecraft sheep one row lace

I had this red wool scarf since high school. All I remember about the wool is that it’s handspun, in the grease, and I purchased it at a craft barn in Rhode Island. I didn’t have any remote idea on yardage or weight but I guessed worsted by the hand and stitching.

When I went home from Rhinebeck, I took the scarf apart one night, let it break off where the scarf was felted and discarded those bits, and reballed the wool. If I had time I would have washed and dried the wool under tension, but I worked with it energized.

I have a collection of exceptionally simple scarf patterns for charity and/or travel knitting memorized, so I cast on a skinny version of the one row lace scarf (Ravelry link) and knit on the way home from Rhinebeck. I lost enough yardage from the tear out that I couldn’t knit to the same width and length, but taking in the width let me get enough length for a usable scarf.

Honestly, it could have handled a jump in needle size but the fabric isn’t too tight, it’s just not traditional lace-drapey. But I’ll probably wear this instead of the moss stitch it started out as, so it balances out in the end.

train one row lace

The Keyhole

things that go bump in the night

I’m not finding a lot of history on this one, which makes me think one of three things (or a combination of the above): 1. That it’s fairly new-a  creepy pasta 2. That it’s fairly old-a retelling of a very old story 3. My Googling abilities have failed me once again.

Well. It’s still creepy.

A man is traveling to a new city (it’s never a man traveling home, it’s always a strange man in a strange place).

He checks into a good hotel-one of the best in the city, but by no means new.

The hotel is fairly crowded, due to its reputation. His is the only room left vacant-except for the room across the hall.

When the man is checking in, the woman behind the counter tells him that under no circumstances is he to go into that room across the hall. It will always stay empty, and no one will be allowed to stay in there.

Thinking that this is an odd statement-really, who tries to go into other people’s rooms?-the man thanks her and makes his way to his room, certain that the warning will be unnecessary.

Later that night, he hears an odd thumping coming from that room. He thinks that it’s an odd thing, what with the warning he’s been given and all. He knocks on the door, and asks whoever is inside to please be quiet.

The thumping continues. The hotel, being as old as it is, still has doors that lock with an actual key and not a card. He leans down and looks into the room. A woman, with long white hair and pale white skin, sits in a rocking chair. She is facing away from him, but he can see that the noise is her chair hitting the wall.

Eventually the noise stops and he is able to sleep.

The next morning, curious and wanting to double check what he saw, he looks into the keyhole again. This time all he sees is a solid red color.

Now confused, the man returns to the front desk. The woman at the desk can’t help but make a face.

“There was a murder in that room, a long time ago. A man murdered his wife in that room. She was a lonely thing who liked to rock in a chair at night. Beyond the rocking, she was known for her appearance-she was very very pale except for her eyes.

Her eyes were an odd shade of red.”