At My Life Is Twilight, vampire-romance fanatics confess their eccentricities, and viewers use these anecdotes to judge whether the person's life is "TOO Twilight," or if she -- it's almost certainly a she -- "needs to up the Twilight." The obvious solution would be to deem that anyone who visits a Twilight-themed site to discuss how Twilight has affected her life has an unhealthy obsession with undead sparkle-hunks, and conversely that there is no reason for anyone, anywhere to "up the Twilight." But I suppose everyone is entitled to a jury of their peers, even if their peers are fat middle-age women who bond over their unsettling fixation on the abdominal definition of a 17-year-old boy.
A body lies in a warehouse storing skeletons, devil masks, broken dolls, Satanic pentagram stencils, inexpertly stuffed dead animals, out of tune music boxes, and flickering light bulbs. The corpse has been mangled, its intestines pulled out to spell "Spooky Force" on the ground.
The most advanced and up-to-date method of checking the temperature from cricket noises.
Awful Links of the Day spotlights the worst and weirdest websites on the internet. And we're not talking "weird" in a good way either.