I should have done this post first.
I’ve got… what, three blog thingamabobs running now- one dedicated to me navigating the world around me via writing and my influences, one dedicated to my experiences as a gamer when I have the gaming taste of an old man, and now… this. This one’s a little more… secluded, I suppose, but it is here all the same. On the internet. Where everyone can read it.
What IS “The Immature Macabre”, you ask?
Well, it’s about all things horror and what it means to me. Over all, for me, horror ranges from trying to survive the murdering spree of an undead killer that supposedly drowned in a lake thirty years ago to getting a phone call you absolutely do not want to get at three o’clock in the morning. Horror is everywhere, it exists in every situation, it filters into our lives at every turn whether we like it or not.
The parent who suddenly can’t find their child in the grocery store. The elder member of the family that’s had trouble remembering things here and there… and one day, they don’t know who you are.
This wimby wambly rambly thingamabob, however, won’t be THAT serious all the time. I plan on taking a look at the wild, the weird, and the wacky- the horrific things that stand out to me. They might not make any sense, they might be immature, but the situation that lurks around every corner?
Why do I like horror, you ask?
Because I’m insane, man! I eat people juice!
…wait, that’s not me, that’s MC Pee Pants.
I like horror because it combines two things- it’s a complete escape from the normalcy of life, and when done right, leads to some amazing character moments in the process. I eat stuff like that up, and I find that all the enduring horror tales that are out there (too many to list, and I don’t want to get in trouble) end up being wonderful little character studies about what to do when Things Really Go Long.
That’s what this place is all about.