Who's in the house? JC.

Lately I've been watching a lot of documentaries. Bored of the typical Kate Hudson rom-com I'd usually hire out, I've turned to the geeky world of docos. One in particular I highly recommend; Jesus Camp. Directed by Heidi Ewing and Rachel Grady in 2006, it follows three young American children on their journey to finding salvation with the all mighty God, Jesus Christ. Tory, Levi and Rachel are Evangelical Christians and it's so intense that to me, it's like a whole new brand of religion. By the end of each sermon, these young kids are screaming, crying and praying in tongues. It's scary. Especially for someone like me who is in no way religious. 75% of homeschooled children in America are Evangelicals and learn from text books that attempt to reconcile young-earth creationism with scientific principals. Global warming isn't an issue and Harry Potter must burn in hell. There is such a military feel to each sermon, with the children dressed in army pants and face paint, dancing to Christian heavy metal that it does give the feeling that they're being 'brain washed'. What is good about this documentary is that it isn't judgemental. You get an insight into Evangelical Christian families lives, as radical as they are and it's just fascinating. Scary but fascinating.

dusk on balaclava

portraits of Colin

precious.

Yesterday I took photos of my favourite little man. My sister wanted some 'fancy' photos, as she put it, so I put whatever photography skills I've learnt so far to the test and got some gorgeous shots of him. Isn't he lovely?

love at first sight

what big eyes you have.

I'm currently writing a modern day adaptation of Little Red Riding Hood. After much research, I have learnt that the little, innocent fairy tale I was read to as a child is nothing more than a disturbing story of stealing a young girls virginity with a touch of cannibalism. In one version, the 'big bad wolf', feeds lil' red her grandmothers meat and blood, he then proceeds to force her to take off her clothes and tosses them into the fire before getting into bed with her. Then he eats her. Fairy tale know-it-alls' go as far to suggest that the story is actually a young girls 'sexual awakening' and her 'red cloak' could actually symbolize her hymen or menstrual cycle.

Even though 17th century folk had some ridiculous and hilarious versions of this fairy tale, my story will have none of these dark, twisted undertones. Isn't the moral of the story ultimately stranger-danger? So kids, if you come across a talking wolf who suggests you stop off to pick flowers for poor, sick Granny, keep your clothes on and run to a safe house.

And they all lived happily ever after.

zombieland.

My teacher once asked us if we thought that films dictated our dreams or if our dreams dictated films. I always thought that our dreams were the creative inspiration for films and art a like. That was until recently. I have this annoying habit of needing a film to fall asleep to a film and lately they've been based on serial killers or the living dead. Being chased by zombies all night is exhausting to say the least, disturbing mainly. The dude at work who is obsessed with zombies told me that, and I quote, "It essentially means that you are feeling overwhelmed by things out of your control and that you are under a lot of stress." And he knows his zombie shit.

Then yesterday afternoon I had a nap to the teen cult classic (in my books anyway), Urban Legends. My entire dreams were based around the film and the only thing I was worried about is that I missed out on Tara Reid dying. I had this same problem with The OC, although I didn't mind being a part of the Cohen family for a good 7 hours in dream land.

So it's either give up scary films before bed or deal with my stress and problems. I think I'll keep running from the zombies for now, perhaps I'll get lucky and they'll turn me into one. That, or I kill Tara Reid myself.