The Two Hungry Blokes is not gone. I just have to be more devious in my approach to record and later reveal content from James. We still head out to have a random bite from time to time. For a guy who claims he’s leaving the scene, he’s not doing a good job. He still wants to express what he thinks about a restaurant, its service, its decor or the food to me. He simply no longer wants to write about it, which is fine, and I do not have to put my fingers into my ears and say, “la la la,” to ignore him. Instead, I’ll might as well take notes of his thoughts and report it. Yes, I can find workarounds.
In this Halloween guide, he never said I can not repost his list from our other blog otakunoculture.com here. I present our picks for this year’s local island festivities. Most, I have acquire tickets to, others, I don’t know if I want to take James along anyways. He was a buzzkill (see my report here) when he wanted to join me for the first event on my list. I also have to note for James picks, I went to one and he was nowhere. Did he go phantom on me? Continue reading →
Monsters Haunted House, the fine purveyors of spooky attractions for Saanich, BC, changed their operation from haunted barns to … one big warehouse for this year’s All Hallows Eve spooktacular. I miss the Evil Acres name. It had meaning for those who have lived in this municipality for most of their life; to witness the transition from farmland to modern housing is scary in itself. Some folks gave up the simpler life for modern conveniences. I watched my neighbourhood change from hothouses and farmland to nothing but homes for as far as the eye can see. To fondly recall those days brings nostalgia. Perhaps nestled in those large fields of grass is a corpse of a lost pet (or part of a human body) and the imagination can have some asking if a wild animal is on the loose.
The gorgeous back story crafted in this company’s previous show made going through an abandoned-looking home all the more chilling. All those murders and bloodbaths could have happened. Nobody could have guessed until local sheriffs and hospice arrived at the abode to investigate and offer relief.
This company’s latest attraction, Fear on the Pier, feels like a work in progress. There is no story to know of before going to this spectacle. Folks are entering a modern warehouse storing a decrepit warehouse which is sealed in black. Did a bunch of octopi expel ink here? Or could mighty Cthulhu have put his tendrils all over it, thus causing it to crumble into claustrophobic nothingness?