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Name That Trauma :: Reader Kiddofunk on Still-Moving Severed Limbs

July 3rd, 2009 by aunt john · 3 Comments

Hi,

First of all, I would like to tell you that I LOVE your site!!! I visit on a daily basis and rejoice in reading what scared the shit out of other people when they were little. I have, thankfully, been able to nail down all the stuff that affected me at a tender age except for the one I’m about to describe. I’m curious to know if you or your readers can help me discover the name of this movie.

This was in the mid ‘70s, so I was about 6 or 7 years old. It was Halloween night, my favorite holiday, but I had the flu so I couldn’t go out trick or treating. Instead, I lay on the couch at home watching horror movies that were airing on our local station. This one film I watched terrified me, but I don’t know the name of it. Here’s what I remember:

It was a Frankenstein’s monster film. I’m pretty certain it was a HAMMER HORROR film from the ‘60s or early ‘70s. I think PETER CUSHING was in it, but I can’t be sure. Anyway, some mad scientist has an aquarium filled with water in his lab. In that tank is a man’s severed arm. For some reason, he takes the arm out of the tank and shows it to another man. The scientist instructs that man to touch the arm, but the other man is afraid to. After a bit of prodding, the man finally touches the arm and suddenly the hand of the arm comes alive, grabs the man’s wrist, and won’t let go!

I have always been creeped out by still-moving severed limbs, or elongated limbs (ala Freddy Krueger’s arms stretching across the alley in A.N.O.E.S.), and this movie scared the crap out of me. My mom made me turn it off so I never got to finish watching, and I’ve never seen this film again. Please help if you can.

Thank you,

Kiddofunk

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Kindertrauma Funhouse

July 3rd, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 10 Comments

Being dead is a hot new craze that is sweeping the nation just in time for summer! Fashion experts say it’s the new being alive. Those who have partaken in the experience verify that it stops the aging process in its tracks and that dieting and acquiring wealth become immediate non issues. “Death is like a vacation that never ends,” says Pam Hildenberry editor of MODERN CORPSE magazine. She adds “Life is so yesterday, as soon as I find out what the hell MICHELLE PHILLIPS has up her sleeve on TRUE BLOOD I’m out of here.”

Kindertrauma in its never ending quest to be the hippest website in the world jumps on the death bandwagon with this fresh new puzzle honoring those early upstarts who made death the cultural phenomenon it is today. Can you name these famous dead stars and the films they appeared in? You better hurry, the clock is ticking!

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Traumafessions :: Reader Senski on “It’s Ten O’Clock”

July 2nd, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 3 Comments

I don’t think that anyone has addressed this trauma yet, and I’ll wager that this is one that more than a few of us out there share…

“It’s ten o’clock…Parents, do you know where your children are?” Since the 1960s, that’s been a familiar late-night refrain from the bumper of many a local newscast. Its treatment varies with each station, some quite benign, but in Central Wisconsin in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, the local CBS affiliate dealt with it in truly ominous fashion. They had the announcer who also did the severe weather bulletins handle the voice-over, a sepulchral “voice of doom” who stressed the “your” with dark portent. It was implied that if your kids were out there, they were up to something horrible…that is, if you heard it as a call against juvenile delinquency.

See, on my channel, it was also accompanied by a black and white title card of an over-sized clock face. Running along the bottom were ghostly silhouettes of children, no older than 10 or 12, even some toddlers among them. (I can still see the little girl in a skirt and pigtails.) This wasn’t THE WILD BUNCH we had to be on the lookout for – these were happy little children who could disappear at any time…and their mommies and daddies wouldn’t be able to find them! I knew of other kids in my school who refused to even step outside of the house after 10pm lest they be snatched away forever by whatever lurked outside. It was never that bad with me, but it sure made me pull the covers up a little tighter – especially on Wednesday nights, after I had just seen NIGHT GALLERY on NBC.

But that’s not all. This advisory was immediately followed by a commercial, frequently a spot for a movie that was being shown at one of our five area cinemas. Since horror films were usually platformed across the country and needed local media to be sold, this was when we got to see ads for films like LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT, DON’T LOOK IN THE BASEMENT, and for me the most memorable of the lot, 1973’s TORSO:

Nighty-night, kiddies, huh? I can still hear my mother saying “Jeez!” as she saw that! Ten o’clock was Terror Time, just another reason why the ’70s were magical for a young horror fan.

UNK SEZ: It’s 10 o’clock do you know where JOAN RIVERS is? Senski, it looks like the old ten o’clock parental heebie jeebie alert is still going on to this day. Watch this bizarre oddity I caught while fishing about the YouTubes (WARNING: This video may contain trace amounts of JOELY FISHER)…

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O.K. God, We Get It:: R.I.P. Karl Malden

July 1st, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 4 Comments

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Michael Jackson :: The Good, the Bad & the Monkey

July 1st, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 17 Comments

I’m really sad about this whole MICHAEL JACKSON being dead thing, but I have found some solace in the fact that it seems that everywhere I have gone in the last couple days his music is being played. I have to say, “The Way You Make Me Feel” and “Off the Wall” are a lot better than I remembered. On the other hand, the resurgence of “Dirty Diana” is really starting to get on my last nerve. I HATE that song and no amount of untimely death seems able to cure me of that distaste. The chorus alone sounds like how it must feel to have someone remove a blackhead from the tip of your nose with a rusty chisel. M.J., What were you thinking?

I know this has a questionable (or perhaps alleged) affinity with the subject of kindertrauma, but out of curiosity and an honest desire to speed along the grieving process, I ask you dear readers: What is your favorite AND least favorite tune by the King of Pop? I know talking about your least favorite song might seem like a negative way to recognize the recently departed, but if Mike has taught us anything it is that sometimes you have to take the good with the BAD (pun recognized).

So spill your guts kids. What M.J. song begrudgingly gets your toe tapping and what song still makes you want to smack an anonymous stranger over the head with a 2 X 4?

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Traum-mercial Break :: The M.J. Doll

July 1st, 2009 by aunt john · 1 Comment

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Kindertrauma Jukebox :: Kim Fields “Dear Michael”

July 1st, 2009 by aunt john · 3 Comments

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Trauma-Scene :: THE BEST LITTLE GIRL IN THE WORLD Gets a Check-Up

June 30th, 2009 by aunt john · 5 Comments

the best little girl in the world

In the hazy, gimlet-soaked recesses of your Aunt John’s mind, the year 1983 holds two distinct memories:

  1. ‘70s pop superstar KAREN CARPENTER succumbed to anorexia nervosa
  2. My middle school health class teacher, in an attempt to educate her students about the death of Ms. CARPENTER, traumatized a room of sixth graders by making us watch her taped-from-the-T.V. VHS copy of the 1981 telepicture THE BEST LITTLE GIRL IN THE WORLD

The movie, despite its stellar cast of JENNIFER JASON LEIGH, CHARLES DURNING, and JASON MILLER, did little to hold the attention of our rambunctious class. Collectively, we groaned at the JONI MITCHELL title track (“Songs to Aging Children Come”) and I remember we were more interested in watching the commercial breaks than the movie itself.

Fearing a mutiny, our teacher stopped the film and struck a deal with us along the lines of if we still hated it after the doctor’s office scene, she would gladly put the film away and we could go back to reading about hygiene, acne, or whatever the usual lesson plan entailed. Foolishly, we called her bluff, agreed to keep watching and this is what we saw:

With the simple drop of a medical gown, a pre-teen chorus of thirty or so horrified gasps reverberated around the room. Needless to say, we watched the rest of the movie in disturbed silence waiting for another peek at JENNIFER JASON LEIGH’s emaciated ribcage. Instead we only got the death of a spunky, pre-THIRTYSOMETHING MELANIE MAYRON.

the best little girl in the world

Long out of print, THE BEST LITTLE GIRL IN THE WORLD is currently available on YouTube starting HERE. Did anyone else have to watch this in junior high health class?

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Final Destination Marathon

June 29th, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 5 Comments

Do you know what traumatizes me as an adult? Thinking you know somebody and then suddenly finding out that they are an utter stranger. Case in point, I recently discovered that one Aunt John had never seen ANY of the FINAL DESTINATION films. What is that all about? Doesn’t that seem like a fact that one should disclose early on in a relationship? How did this slip by me? What other cultural blind spot is he hiding? Next I’ll be finding out that he has never seen CHOPPING MALL!

Luckily such a blistering personality flaw is easily repaired with a white-hot, non-stop FINAL DESTINATION MARATHON and that is exactly what took place within the cat fur carpeted halls of Kindertrauma Manor this weekend (a weekend that due to back to back tragedies in the real world, will be forever henceforth known as “THE WEEKEND OF DEATH“).

You see, Aunt John simply had to be schooled in the last decade’s greatest horror franchise as soon as possible, especially if I was going to drag him to FD’s 3-D fourth installment this summer. The good thing was that I did not have to worry about whether or not A.J. would take a shining to the series because I knew that the disaster film elements inherent within them would be simply irresistible to him. Sure the series is sans cameos of B-grade stars like HELEN REDDY and GARY COLLINS but things blow up and they blow up real good.

I’ll save you dear readers individual synopsis of each of the three films on account of they are all for the most part wonderfully the same (if it ain’t broke…) At the beginning of each film a character has a vivid premonition of a disaster that kills a bunch of folks that are in the wrong place at the wrong time. That character then warns and saves a small group of these individuals from their fates. Next, “death” represented as a mostly invisible force, gets all pissed and kills them all anyway in exceedingly elaborate and devilishly gruesome ways (please give me one brownie point for not mentioning Rube “no relation to Whoopsie” Goldberg). In other words, some absolute genius out there figured out a way for you to see the same characters killed twice(!) in one horror move. What’s not to love?

My favorite aspect of the series is the fact that it does not shy away from the actual horror and fear of dying. In all three films there is a palpable sense of mortality that is sadly missing from most modern horror (and especially the film’s contemporaries.) Characters are required to be aware of their impending downfall and to squirm like flies in a spider web waiting for the scythe to fall. These are also films that incite a lingering paranoia within the viewer (I am always particularly careful not to walk in front of buses after having viewed the first installment.) In addition, they all inspire you to be hyper aware of “signs” and to look for double meanings within the everyday. In my opinion any movie that makes you see the world around you differently is called “art” even if it does incorporate someone almost choking on a rubber fish and sometimes involves a JOHN DENVER tune being used as a harbinger of doom.

Anywho, Aunt John did love the series all in all. We both agreed that the third and most financially successful of the group is the weakest (but still worthy) and that the best death belonged to JONATHAN CHERRY in the second film where he got spliced apart by a flying wire fence. We both cooed over KRISTEN CLOKE, gave props to ALI LARTER and laughed when that kid got flattened by a falling plate of glass. We both recognized the dude from LIVING SINGLE and balked at the duel tanning booth deaths, yet were impressed by how the tanning beds dissolved into coffins at a funeral. Gee, now that I think about it, maybe I really do know do know that Aunt John after all.

NOTE: Speaking of the KRISTEN CLOKE, the reason I carry such a torch for her is because of her stint on the second season of CHRIS CARTER’s MILLENNIUM in which she co-stared opposite my hero in life LANCE HENRIKSEN. The below scene is one of the coolest things that I have ever seen on television (plus it kind of fits in with the whole “death” theme.)…

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Traumafessions :: Reader Maxson M. on Goldfrapp’s “Number 1”

June 28th, 2009 by aunt john · 1 Comment

I know have written in about anthropomorphic dogs and music videos before, but this video I recently saw combines both of those fears. This, like the Manson video, is a current traumafession and it is for the extremely disturbing video for Goldfrapp’s “Number 1.”

I am a huge Goldfrapp fan, and I love the whole “Supernature” album, especially the tracks “Ooh La La” and “Number 1.” One day, I decided to go on Goldfrapp’s website and watch both of these videos. “Ooh La La” was harmless, but then came the video for “Number 1.”

I clicked on the video and a dog in a green nurses dress popped up on screen. The video was of a plastic surgery clinic were all the nurses and patients have dog heads and human bodies. I cannot even begin to describe the horror, so everyone will just have to watch the video themselves.

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Name That Trauma :: Reader Rose J. on a Repressed Rape

June 27th, 2009 by aunt john · 4 Comments

Oh, I hope someone knows the name of this movie from the sparse details I remember … caught this flick on T.V. in the late ‘80s. Most likely it is from the ‘70s or early ‘80s and it’s about a child or children being raped/sexually assaulted in a play house in the backyard.

The images that stood out in my memory are that of a swing in the child’s bedroom or nursery, the presence of Raggedy Ann dolls and I think a moment of repressed memories resurfacing years later when returning to the play house.

I think the title had the word “house” or “home” in it. There may have been some woods behind the house too.

I have racked my brain trying to remember the title or the name of a character and I have been combing through a list of over 3,000 movies at IMDb that fit into this criteria, but half of the titles don’t even have a plot description. Any clue what movie this is? It’s killing me!

Thanks,

Rose J.

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Name That Trauma :: Reader Chris L. on a Hooked Fisherman & a Lost Delivery Man

June 27th, 2009 by aunt john · 3 Comments

Hi!

I was hoping you, or one of your readers could help me with this movie I remember from my childhood (I was maybe 8 or 9 years old, and would rent VHS tapes from the local Video Gallery’s horror section like crazy). It was from the ‘80s, and it was a collection of short films, like CREEPSHOW, or TALES FROM THE CRYPT. I remember the wrap-around story had something to do with a guy who rented a video tape, and is talking with his buddy on the phone to come over and watch with him (not sure if he ever did or not).

I only remember two of the stories. One dealt with a guy who was fishing in a small pond, hooks a small fish, and tosses it back. Later in the piece, he sees an apple on the ground, takes a bite, and gets hooked, and dragged into the lake. I wanna say it was called “The Little Fishy” or something.

The second tale had a delivery guy who is driving through a small town looking for Highway 29 (or something like that). He asks a guy on a porch, though he won’t give him the directions until he takes time to have a cup of coffee. The driver refuses, possibly insults him, and for the rest of the piece, proceeds to go in every direction looking for this highway, never finding it, but constantly coming back to the guy who offered him coffee.

I know I’m not insane, and just dreamt those up. But unfortunately, NOBODY knows what the Hell I’m talking about!

Thanks, and here’s hoping somebody can help figure it out.

Chris

UPDATE: NAME THAT TRAUMA SOLVED! Reader Senski came to the rescue again with 1986’s VINCENT PRICE-helmed ESCAPES.

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Kindertrauma Funhouse

June 25th, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 10 Comments

It’s Friday and time for a brand new show; KINDERTRAUMA FUNHOUSE! Can you name the movies that these distorted funhouse images came from? Hint: They have all appeared at one time or another on the pages of kindertrauma! GOOD LUCK KIDDIES!

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In Memorium

June 25th, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 8 Comments

*Thanks to Kahotep for suggesting BEN & SATURN 3!

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Name That Trauma :: Reader Bigwig on the Face in the Cauliflower

June 25th, 2009 by aunt john · 3 Comments

Aunt and Unc;

This is why this site continues to amaze me; in that, not only have I seen the common traumas that we seem to have all shared, but now and again, I see the “obscure; this could only be something I would remember” type. It’s uncanny, actually.

I never knew the name of the song, Angie Baby. What I remembered was a cartoon video to a song, but it contradicted itself in that music videos didn’t come out for at least another 15 years. It was very repetitive, and about a girl who turned down a radio and shrunk some guy, who was never seen again.

And lo and behold, there it is. I knew it from the first five seconds, honestly.

My traumas, and I’ve written quite a few now, were never the blood and gore related ones, since I don’t think we ever gravitated towards that kind of fare. They were always the “uneasiness from within a familiar niche” type, much like this innocuous cartoon, that, even though bound by nature to its friendly kid fodder media, churned out something unsettling.

Nowadays, I would think all bets are off, as far more gruesome and shocking cartoons can be seen any given day.

But since now the gauntlet has been dropped, I’m going to throw out my last challenge if you care to dredge this one up, or see if any others know what I’m talking about. It’s probably the silliest one yet, but it’s old, and hard to find. And if this one gets a hit, and someone can verify it, I will regard this as the Mecca of all sites, and retire from my submissions thoroughly satisfied, and eternally grateful.

This comes from the TONY ORLANDO AND DAWN days…and is from a variety show of the early ‘70s, probably somewhat musical, and probably comedy. My first choice is the SMOTHERS BROTHERS, although it may be LAUGH-IN or one of those. It was on at night.

There is a skit where someone is singing a ditty about some guy, who at least for part of the song, is in a grocery store. Maybe the guy is henpecked, or feels guilty of something…it was more for adults I would wager. You don’t see the singer, just the guy acting out the song. There is a laugh-track, or a studio audience somehow present.

Anyway, he’s shopping for groceries, thinking about whatever the song is about, and the singer delivers the line (paraphrased) until he saw his mother’s face in the cauliflower…

The camera zooms in a head of cauliflower, and they (in ‘70s style) superimpose two eyes and a set of lips, which sings the rest of the song in a nagging awful voice. The super-imposing isn’t good, and wobbles around, and the eyes and lips kind of move around as it sings. I don’t think the eyes and mouth were from the same super-imposing…since they didn’t line up to each other, making it even worse.

It looked hideous. I’m guessing 1970 on this one. I was no older than 4 or 5.

Bigwig

UNK SEZ: BIgwig, I may be wrong but something tells me that this trauma may be lost in the sands of time forever; but think of it this way, if you were watching a seventies variety program and the most traumatic thing you saw was a talking cabbage, then you my friend got off easy…

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Traumafessions :: Reader Jessica P. on Terror on the Beach

June 24th, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 1 Comment

I love your site! So many buried memories…

My dad was a big slasher/gore fan, and he never had second thoughts about letting us kids watch with him. By the time I was 6, I’d seen enough red Karo and latex to be effectively desensitized. So it wasn’t the usual horror staples that traumatized me. No, the one scene that still haunts my nightmares is from a made-for-T.V. movie called TERROR ON THE BEACH.

I tried to find the actual scene, but my memory is really hazy. I know it involved something floating in the water. I thought it was a body, but after watching the only youtube clip I could find, it looks like the bad guys are traveling with a male blow-up doll.

Is this what kept me up at night?

I’m hoping you can help me track down the actual scene.

Thanks!

UNK SEZ: Jessica, I had completely forgot about 1973’s TERROR ON THE BEACH! I too caught that one on television at a very young age. It is remarkable how much it resembles WES CRAVEN’S THE HILLS HAVE EYES which would not come out for another four years (1977). No luck finding the scene you remember, but I have a hunch that the body you saw floating in the water was, in actuality, a mannequin that the hippie aggressors drug around with them. From what I’ve gathered, there is not much actual violence in this made-for-television thriller. Lack of violence aside, you can’t beat a cast that includes DUEL’s DENNIS WEAVER, LOOKER’s SUSAN DEY and Oscar winner ESTELLE PARSONS (BONNIE & CLYDE.)

NOTE: T.V. movie and ESTELLE PARSONS fans, you can currently check out THE UFO INCIDENT based on the famous Betty and Barney Hill case starting HERE!

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Traumafessions :: Reader Brayden H. on the Brutal Beating of Johnny Five

June 23rd, 2009 by aunt john · 2 Comments

johnny five is alive

This one part in a movie from my childhood made me cry so hard. The crooks beating up Johnny Five. That was my personal nightmare.


AUNT JOHN SEZ:
There, there Brayden, I know the scene is highly upsetting, but the legal proceedings that followed the savage beating were, believe it or not, even more disturbing. Studied by first year law students across the country, and still heavily debated in criminal prosecution circles, the beating of Johnny Five produced one of the greatest miscarriages of justice in the late ‘80s with the case of People v. DeBarge, et al. Traditionally, witnesses in criminal prosecutions utilized the Fifth Amendment to avoid answering questions that may incriminate them. In People v. DeBarge, et al., the witness for the defense opted not to take the Fifth, and instead took the unusual and unprecedented move of repeatedly badgering the prosecuting attorney with the singsong response, “Who is Johnny?” A subsequent courtroom appearance by then glamorous starlet ALLY SHEEDY, in what appeared to be an acid-wash apron, and a cardboard cutout of STEVE GUTTENBERG further deadlocked the jury, which led the prosecuting attorney to suffer a nervous breakdown and don a pair of GROUCHO MARX glasses. The judge had no choice but to declare a mistrial, and the perpetrators responsible for the beating walked. Whereas Johnny Five was repaired after his unfortunate attack, many Constitutional scholars feel that the justice system has never been the same since.

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Traum-mercial Break:: Toy Movies

June 22nd, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 5 Comments


Thanx to Cinematical!

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Name That Trauma :: Reader Jeff R. on a Barbaric Butterfly

June 22nd, 2009 by aunt john · 2 Comments

Hi there, I just stumbled across your site the other day and I’m loving it! I’ve got a Name That Trauma that I’ve been wondering about for the past 30 years. Wow, typing that just made me even more aware of my own mortality. But that’s another trauma.

The one in question was a series of animated shorts that came on PBS sometime in the mid-to-late ‘70s. I must have been about 5 and my sister and I were at my aunt and uncle’s house and were left with our cousins in a spare bedroom to watch “cartoons”. Well, the first one starts off nice and pleasant as a man goes frolicking around in a field catching butterflies in a net for his collection back home. He pins them into his little display box and they look very pretty, besides, bugs don’t have feeling, right? Right?

Cut to his next collection session and out of nowhere, a huge, school bus sized butterfly swoops down and snatches him up by the scruff of his neck. As he struggles, the giant, animated Monarch flings him onto a thorn of an incredibly large flower impaling him! As he slides down further onto the huge thorn, we are panned back to see all the other unfortunate human specimens in the butterfly’s collection.

There was another one with a guy cutting off the top of his own head and putting his brain in the refrigerator or something, but it was the butterfly one that really got me. Hopefully you can help me figure out just what the hell these demented shorts were!

Thanks and keep up the disturbing work,

Jeff R.

UPDATE: NAME THAT TRAUMA SOLVED! It appears to be a short from the International Festival of Animation.

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Happy Father’s Day!

June 21st, 2009 by unkle lancifer · 9 Comments

Happy Father’s Day! There I was getting ready to write an elaborate ode to CRAIG T. NELSON when I realized, we kind of covered that guy LAST YEAR. (Also there is the whole thing where there is a nerdy sci-fi convention in town today and I’m going to it and therefore do not have the time to give Mr. NELSON the proper respect he so richly deserves.) So forget that idea, who wants to hear me babble on about the greatest Dad in all of horror anyway? Instead how about you folks take some time to visit some of our favorite fathers out there in internet-land? These boys really know how to bring home the bacon and, as far as I know, none of them have ever been possessed by a giant tequila worm!

Note: You should also stop by and visit our pal Vince over at SLASHER SPEAK. (He recently became the proud father of a bouncing baby Bram Stoker award!)

P.S. If we missed any blogging dads out there let us know, feel free to leave your link in the comments section. Happy Father’s Day to all!

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