Shark Movie Aficionado

I’ll freely admit to anyone who asks – I LOVE a bad movie. There’s nothing better than sitting down on a weekend night, with some friends, some snacks and mocking the hell out of a terrible B (or lower) movie. Amongst my friend group, we are especially fond of bad shark movies. People who think that Sharknado is bad have never sunk to the depths of movies that we have.

Inspired by the fact that I watched the trailer for Sharknado 3 today, I present to you my rankings of the five best (worst) shark movies that I have watched (thus far).

5. Ghost Shark

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Oh Ghost Shark. I don’t even know where to begin. Basically, a fisherman kills a shark, it and it returns as a ghost to enact revenge. However, the catch is that shark can show up wherever there is water – including swimming pools AND even a glass of water. It’s so bad, its amazing.

4. Jersey Shore Shark Attack

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At the height of Jersey Shore mania, some film company (thanks, pals) felt it necessary to make a shark movie that parodied the tv show of the same name. Ever had a vendetta against Snooki or Pauly D? Watch this movie and watch their close, but not quite, counterparts get taken out by some spray tan and t-shirt time loving sharks.

3. Megashark vs. Crocosaurus

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That’s right friends, a giant shark versus a half crocodile, half dinosaur hybrid of destruction. The ‘star’ of this masterpiece is no other than Mr. Jaleel White himself.  The best part of the film is the speed in which the beasts move across the globe.  One minute they’re in Africa, the next they’re destroying the Panama Canal. You’ll REALLY have to turn your brain off to make sense of this gem.

2. Two-Headed Shark Attack

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When this film stars Brooke Hogan (daughter of Hulk) and Carmen Electra as a SCIENTIST, you know this one is just golden. You guessed it, the villain in this one is a 2 headed shark with an intense blood lust (don’t they all).

1. Sand Sharks

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Another movie “starring” Brooke Hogan, this one probably has the most insane plot line of all the shark movies. That being, the sharks can defy the laws of physics and jump through the sand as if it were water. It makes no logical sense, the acting is atrocious, and I couldn’t love it any more. It comes with my highest bad shark movie recommendation.

Special shout out – Piranhaconda (half piranha, half anaconda) has a ‘twist’ ending that you won’t see coming and if animals really aren’t your thing, might I suggest Stonehenge Apocalypse.  I’ve watched so many of these movies I’m not entirely sure if I know what a ‘good’ movie even is anymore.


It’s 12am on a Friday night and what am I doing? I’m not out partying, doing anything crazy or even anything mellow. Instead, I’m sat in my childhood home (not my room though, that’s long since been claimed by my younger cousin), I’m in the dark, and listening to rain bounce on the rooftop of the porch outside my window.

It got me thinking for a second about the concept of home and how it probably means so many different things to people. Home can be a town, a place or even a person. To me, home is very, very specific. It’s the house in the small town that I grew up in. It’s not new and fancy, it’s not in a subdivision, hell, it doesn’t even have a paved driveway, but it really doesn’t matter at all.

As my grandmother gets older, I’m thinking more and more about what will become of this place once she no longer wants to live here. Most likely, it’s going to be mine and I wonder will it feel the same way to me as it does now? Will I be able to make memories here with my family, will I be able to upkeep it well over time? Chances are (for the foreseeable future) it’ll be nothing more than a summer home to me, since my work/life is three hours away. But still, these are thoughts that cross my mind from time to time.

I can’t imagine not coming here for holidays and weekend escapes. It’s my little piece of quietness. Currently if I take out my ear buds, what can I hear? Nothing, absolutely nothing, and there is something really nice about that, (we won’t get into the fact that there’s been some BEAR sightings out around here lately, yikes!)

If you happen to stumble across this, what do you consider to be home? Is it a town, a place, a person? I’d love to know.

I wish I could find a better photo, but you get the idea. This was taken in November, when I came home for a weekend to ‘help’ with the Christmas lights. Side note – don’t ever hire me to do your decorating!

Start of Summer

I know I’m very lucky, in that I have a fairly large group of friends who are always ready to do things/go places/generally be weirdos.  It’s even better when the majority of us decide to go places as a massive group. This post is a little delayed, but I just thought I would share a few snaps that I took over the long weekend we had in May.

12 of us piled into our cars and drove to the town of Eastport for the weekend.  Eastport is a bit of a rarity in Newfoundland, in that, it has quite a few sand beaches.  These aren’t the norm around here (except I’m spoiled to have a pretty great one in my hometown of Elliston as well). The town is pretty small, but it was what we were looking for, for a weekend away.

We rented what used to be a B&B that is now rented out as a full unit. It was really great for everyone to have their own space – with 7 bedrooms and 6 bathrooms there was plenty of beds to go around!

IMG_6659The inside of the house. It was a little dated (think mid-90s) but very functional and had wifi.


A stereotypical “let’s go to the beach and jump in the air shot” – some of us are obviously more talented than others!


Brunch for 12 includes: 2 dozen eggs, 3 packages of bacon, 3 packages of touton dough, about 24 slices of bologna and (not shown) about 10 potatoes cut into hash browns. Quite the feed!


Corn hole tournament, anyone?


You probably haven’t acted out charades like these before.


As with any old house, we assumed this one was haunted. We named our ghostly friend Stanley. He seemed pretty friendly. Probably because we kept his cup full of beer over the weekend.


Talent? I think yes.

Those are just a few shots from our weekend. There’ll be more over the summer as we excursion more together.  Though, you know you’re really becoming an adult, when our next cabin outing involves children!