LOTT D: Two wrongs do not make a right. But they can make for some fine bloggin'.

While the nation settles into its lazy post-school weekend schedule, the proud men and women of the League of Tana Tea Drinkers are tirelessly at work, diagnosing the modern horror film industry and safe-guarding the health of our collective nightmares!

The results of this painstaking diligence and ceaseless vigilance can be found in the second part of the LOTT D roundtable on "Modern horror, why must you suck?"

Let's salute these selfless bloggers who form the thin virtual line between the unsuspecting viewing public and cinematic disaster. Part the second features commentary Jeff Allard, of Dinner with Max Jenke, Unkle Lancifer, everybody's favorite creepy uncle from Kindertrauma, and, of course, ANTSS fave and America's Internet sweetheart: Absinthe from Gloomy Sunday. And let's not forget to pay solemn tribute to Iloz Zoc, Zombo's faithful man Friday and the cat responsible for this whole shindig.

Read up, Mr. and Mrs. Internet and all the ships at sea.

Meta: Somebody please think of the children!

For those who haven't noticed, a new link has popped up on the ol' ANTSS sidebar. If you haven’t tried it yet, clickee on over to Kindertrauma. Seriously. Do it! I promise you'll like it. Look, just click over once; if you don't like it, I promise we'll stop.

Kindertrauma is one of the most original sites in the horror-blog community. The blog is dedicated chronicling all those books, television shows, and flicks that scared the crap out of us when we were little. Some entries cover straight-up horror flicks (if the site is to be believed, the '80s slasher boom has left the current crop of 30-somethings with some pretty deep scars), but several entries cover those innocent childhood pleasures that, for some sadistic reason, turned on us: like the "space vampire" episode of Buck Rogers.

The bloggers behind this treasury of tot terror, Uncle Lancifer and Aunt John, happily take traumatic tales from their readers, so feel free to drop them a line about the bit o' media that left you permanently afraid of clowns/water/spiders/Santa or whatever else.