Here's something you should know about me: I don't walk out of movies. Even during the Radagast the Gross scenes in The Hobbit, I didn't walk out. I just went to the bathroom, and then I came back, and if ever a movie deserved walking out of, that was it. Something else about me: I love spoofs, satire, and parody. Blazing Saddles? Awesome sendup of the western genre. Airplane? Classic! Shaun of the Dead? That got me over my fear of zombie movies! So when I tell you that I

Or, Why I Can't Write Supernatural Games In the summer of 1980 I spent the night at the house of a friend. His dad took us all out to the movies. I love movies. It is perhaps unfortunate that the movie we saw turned out to be one of the scariest horror movies ever: The Shining, starring Jack Nicholson and directed by Stanley Kubrick. I was 13. It was the first horror movie I ever saw, and very nearly the last. It scared the ever-loving crap out of me, so badly that I sle