I'm not scary.. no, really!

Contrary to the preconception of random Homites ( yes, I just made that one up ), I am NOT Damien. Or what was it.. "Damien's Son" ? Just incase you have no idea of who or what I'm referring to, that would be the boy from the 1976 film, The Omen. That was a chuckle-worthy comment a random pixel-person made in the Burn, Zombie, Burn space some time ago.

In all actuality, I look nothing like the kid - glowing white eyes or otherwise, and I'm sure Damien would have found "burning red opals" to be a much more accurate characteristic of his demonic father-figure. Much more flattering to the demanding image that should be upheld.

Does Damien like to jive in the Musicality space? Can he do a stellar Running Man or Foxtrot flawlessly to a random rock playlist? ( Foxtrot might be an interesting addition to the Home dances. )

I'm really not sure, but it is nice to be my own person. I'm also sure Damien would have been happy to know I wasn't out to taint his image; he's lost so much respect already by default.


I suppose if you've never seen the film, or if this entire blog post has made you pause wondering what I have to gain by posting it.. then I guess I've done my job. I've made you think for the day, or at least made you glad you're not me.


Cheers, fellow Homites, from a random and slightly tarkified dude.