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I just call them “the scary motherFromers.”

This is me running from those goddam monster-people on the “From” tv show.

What the hell are they, anyway?

They’re not traditional vampires, zombies or ghouls; they don’t feed off of their victims … at least not physically.  They’re not ghosts.  (They’re corporeal and require sleep.)

Would they be shape-shifters?  If so, they’ve got only two modes: 1) pale people and 2) fangtastic.

I read an interesting hypothesis on Reddit — that the word “from” actually means “fairy” in antiquated Welsh or Gaelic or something (kind of like the arcane “fae.”)  But I’ve since lost track of that post.

Your guess is as good as mine.  But they’re the scariest thing on television since the Night King’s wight army on “Game of Thrones.”  (“True Blood’s” various creatures grow milquetoast the longer I watch the series.  And “The Walking Dead’s” new uber-zombies still sometimes feel like disposable Daryl-fodder.)

There is only one clue that I’ve noticed that I haven’t seen mentioned by others — they all seem to be wearing period clothing.  (Am I nuts or do they all look like they’re wearing 50’s-era clothes?)



Atmosphere is everything.

Setting the right tone for some October horror movies and shows.

Last night, I watched “Talk to Me” (2022), which was surprsingly good, despite its gimmicky supernatural setup.  And I am assiduously following Season 3 of “From,” Season 2 of “The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon,” and Season 1 of “Agatha All Along.”



HOBO EGGS!

Multiple people in my life have informed me (with no small amount of gravity) that I need to learn how to cook.  So I am at least trying something new and super easy.

These are what I’ve heard referred to as “hobo eggs” — eggs fried right within a hole in the bread.  (You can add cheese as they cook.)  I only learned their name recently — a child character asks for them on incredibly underrated (and inscrutably named) horror show, “From” (2022).  (Seriously, this series will scare the hell out of you.)

Believe it or not, this simple dish goes back at least as far as colonial America.  I worked as a character interpreter/tour guide for The Rising Sun Tavern in Fredericksburg, Virginia, as a college student just about … 29 years ago.  (Sigh.)  And the recipe was in a “Colonial American Cookbook” that we sold in the gift shop.  (No, I have no idea why I remember the strange things that I do.)

But there it was named “toad-in-the-hole” — which was kind of an odd choice, if you wanted to make something sound appetizing.



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