That’s right, ghouls and boys (and those off the gender binary), it’s that spooktacular time of year again! I.e., the best time of year. The time of year when it’s actually legal and legitimate to go from house to house, ringing doorbells and terrifying the inhabitants, and even get paid for it. In candy. My point is, we’ve only got 30 days left till Halloween. So as the leaves turn orange, let’s get our pumpkin-carving knives ready and start watching some horror movies.
And speaking of horror movies: for the next 30 days, Pussy Goes Grrr will become one long Halloween party. If it’s in any way tangentially related to horror in film, literature, music, or art, we’ll be writing about it. Check back often for a deluge of altogether ooky posts about spine-tingling favorites, new and old! Our salute to witches, goblins, and things that go bump in the night kicks off now. (And please pardon my huckster-ish jargon. I can’t help it; call it “William Castle syndrome.”)
P.S. – Awesome, it looks like every other horror-loving blog is doing this, too. Great minds think alike, right? I’m sure we’ll be posting up plenty of links to their Octravaganzas as the month wears on.