spooky tuesday is a (now not so new!) podcast where we’re breaking down all of our favorite slashers, thrillers, monster movies and black comedies on the new scariest day of the week.
how has it taken us this long to cover one of the most influential films in horror history? on our latest episode of spooky tuesday, we're throwing it back to one of the very first final girls with the texas chain saw massacre (1974). the film that both introduced Leatherface to the world and invented the power tool as an instrument of psychological damage, this scary '70s story made a lasting impact on both the culture and hitchhiking crime statistics. but there's more to talk about than just that. despite the torture porn connotations of the franchise at large, the original flick is pretty subtle — and it's absolutely stunning, too.
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Books On Books Collection - William Dugan
How Our Alphabet Grew (1972)
How Our Alphabet Grew: The History of the Alphabet (1972) William Dugan Casebound, illustrated paper on board, illustrated endpapers and pastedowns. H320 x W227 mm. 72 pages. Acquired 14 March 2023. Photos: Books On Books Collection.
Curiously, little information about William Dugan appears online. He was a prolific illustrator of children’s books — especially those…
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mike and jakeem in as much trouble or danger as you'd like with "take me instead"
Jakeem stared at the man in the hoodie, very consciously suppressing the nervous laugh in his chest. This was Blue Valley. He'd have expected weird mutant gorillas, giant robots, the undead, honestly just about anything before some random white dude some Vegas poker tournament jacket and a gun.
But it was still pointed at Mike, expected or not. Jakeem tried not to check his watch, not wanting to twitch. How long could it take to get to Canada and back with poutine? Yz can't be that far away. He could feel the empty pen in his pocket, though.
"Look, you don't want to do this," Mike was still reasoning with the guy. "We're just a couple kids in a little town where, uh, lemonade still costs a nickel, you know?" He'd ignored Jakeem's hiss to not make the guy mad, which would have made Jakeem a lot more upset if he wasn't also the one using his own body as a block between them. They'd just been walking on a side street, but there was still no one walking around, at least not close enough to notice anything was wrong. Jakeem gave a panicked glance towards the bell tower. Still too soon.
The guy laughed, gesturing with the gun. "Two said you were a chatterbox. Move it."
"Who?" Mike asked, and Jakeem could hear the patented Dugan stubbornness in his town just as well as he could see his trying to dig his feet into the sidewalk. "We're not going with you. We're not literal toddlers."
Jakeem found his courage. "You could at least offer candy." When the guy looked at him, Jakeem promptly felt said courage flee. "Or not," he squeaked.
"Funny. Now come here, Dugan, or I'll have to shoot you."
Jakeem grabbed for Mike's arm, but he tugged free. "Don't hurt him. Leave him out of this."
"I'd prefer too," the gunman said. "Need someone to deliver a message, anyways."
"Then take me instead," Jakeem said, shoving in front of Mike. The part of his brain that screamed with his older sister's voice told him he was being an idiot. The part of him that had to think ten steps around a problem to make a good wish argued back. This guy, his boss, or whoever, wanted Mike. Him not having Mike was safest. All Jakeem had to do was run out the clock, and everything would be fine. It had to be.
"Jakeem, what are you doing?" Mike hissed.
"Trust me," Jakeem said, wishing he trusted himself.
"Real cute," the guy said. "Stay out this hand, kid. I need this particular bargaining chip."
"Why?" Jakeem asked, wincing. Half of him still screamed at the other half that this was a terrible plan. "We're, we're teammates. Anything anyone'd do for Mike, they'd--" he stopped himself. Would they really do the same for him? He wasn't Courtney's kid brother. Pat wasn't his dad. The guy, with his playing card hoodie, smirked.
"Don't try to bluff." The gun moved, far too close to Mike again. "You run along and tell Pat Dugan and his wife that the King of Spades wants to have a chat."
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