Sunday, December 31, 2006

Maternity Leave

A belated happy b-day to the big guy up there. Seeing as how Sunday is the last day of two-double-O-six and Monday being the first day of two-doube-O-upside -down-and-backwards-L, these two days seem like an appropriate time to join every other major media outlet and offer a retrospective on the last Year of the Dog until 2018. Yes, International Asperger's Year (designated as such to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the birth of Dr. Hans Asperger, discoverer of Asperger's Syndrome) has provided us with some jolly laughs and even jollier heartaches. Granted, the ball hasn't dropped yet, but it seems the only thing we've missed out on is a good one-liner disaster... you know, one of those horrendous events that will, for the next 50 years, be associated with a specific word or phrase, like Katrina, 9- 11, or Mike Tyson. For funsies, let's take a retrospective moment to remember those things our collective American short attention spans have already forgotten about.

[Cue cheesy yet oddly inspiring music...]

January 3: 12 deceased coal miners and one survivor were discovered in the Sago Mine Disaster, effectively tripling West Virginia's tourism revenues for the year and helping launch the state's new catch phrase: "West Virginia Isn't For Coal Miners."

January 5: A hotel in Mecca collapses, killing 76 pilgrims, or as President Bush would prefer to call them, "Evil Doers."

January 14: A natural gas explosion in a coal mine kills eight in Romania, eventually leading to a copyright infringement lawsuit on the "Romania Isn't For Coal Miners" slogan the country tried to adopt after the disaster.

January 22: Kobe Bryant scores 81 points in a regulation NBA game, officially doubling the entire season points output for the 2006 Oakland Raiders.

Februrary 8, 9:43 PM: Kelly Clarkson wins a Grammy Award.

Februrary 8, 9:44 PM: Hell freezes over.

Februrary 8, 9:57 PM: Kelly Clarkson wins a second Grammy Award. Februrary 8, 9:58 PM: Satan abdicates his throne.

February 11: U.S. Vice President Dick Cheney shoots his friend in the face before moving into the recently vacated position of Dark Prince and Ruler of the Underworld.

February 19: Sixty-five miners become trapped underground after an explosion at the Pasta de Conchos mine in Nueva Rosita, Mexico. All 65 die in episode three of 2006's least watched realty television series, Fox's "Which Country Can Have the Worst Mining Disaster?"

February 22: The 1 billionth song is purchased from the Apple iTunes Store, prompting Steve Jobs to make his highly controversial, "Suck it, Bill Gates!" statement, a quote the media took way out of context.

March 3: The first World Baseball Classic opens, eventually resulting in the humiliation of the United States and finalizing the demise of baseball in the very country that claims it as its National Past Time.

March 5: Reese Witherspoon wins the Oscar for Best Actress, but the reflection of the sun off new Prince of Darkness Dick Cheney's head keeps Hell from freezing over again.

April 11: President of Iran Mahmoud Ahmandinejad confirms that Iran has successfully produced a few grams of 3.5% low-grade enriched uranium. After the media firestorm, he sentences 27 members of the Iranian press to death for "Not properly photoshoping my giant nose so it doesn't look so Jewish."

May 1: The Great American Boycott takes place across the United States as illegal immigrants all over the country skip work in a protest for immigration rights. The only noticeable result: lawns across America were slightly longer than usual when the immigrants reutrned to work to cut them the next day.

May 9: Another mine disaster... this one in Australia. Mexico's body count still leads all contenders.

June 19: The Carolina Hurricanes defeat the Edmonton Oilers to win the Stanley Cup. For many people, this news was the first indication that the NHL strike was over, and that North Carolina had a professional hockey team.

Happy New Year's Eve! Make sure to check in tomorrow for July to December... Now I got a Dreamcicle calling my name... My fourth actually.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Rumsfeld

This is just too funny!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

One of Them


This is all your fault my dear Cerpts! Although it was a long road to get my list together for this blog it was an even longer road for yours. So here is a list for you to go through, you know what to do with the copy and pastin stuff!


Barry Manilow Weekend in New England
Johnny Cash Sunday Morning Coming Down
Patsy Cline She's Got You
Beatles Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/End
Kingston Trio Wimoweh (Mbube)
Ray Charles America The Beautiful
Beastie Boys Sabotage
Moody Blues The Question
Doors Moonlight Drive
Neil Diamond I Am...I Said
The Who Happy Jack
Rod Stewart Some Guys Have All The Luck
Tom Jones Delilah
Cat Stevens Wild World
Bread Diary
Cream/Derek And The Dominoes/Eric Clapton Wonderful Tonight
Billy Joel Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Eagles Heartache Tonight
Van Halen Little Guitars
Pink Floyd Wish You Were Here
John Denver Annie's Song
Abba Waterloo
Bee Gees I Started A Joke
Blue Oyster Cult (Don't Fear) The Reaper
Renaissance Carpet Of The Sun
Hall And Oats Don't Hold Back Your Love
Heart These Dreams
Bonnie Raitt Have A Heart
Rush Tom Sawyer
Meatloaf You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night)
Alanis Morisette Uninvited
Dusty Springfield Son Of A Preacher Man
Buffalo Springfield For What It's Worth
Rick Springfield April 24th/My Father's Chair
Bruce Springsteen Bobby Jean
Journey Stone In Love
Willie Nelson Pancho And Lefty
AC/DC Who Made Who
Bob Segar Like A Rock
Billy Idol Cradle Of Love
U2 Bad
Air Supply Making Love Out Of Nothing At All
Bon Jovi Silent Night (no, not the Christmas song!)
Kate Bush Under Ice
Madonna True Blue
Ozzy Osbourne Old L.A. Tonight
George Michael/Wham Different Corner
Beach Boys Don't Worry Baby
Guns N Roses November Rain
Indigo Girls Galileo
Red Hot Chili Peppers The Zephyr Song
Radiohead Creep
Dave Matthews Don't Drink The Water
Blink 182 Miss You
Greenday Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

The Long Con


20 ways the world would be different if men ran things.

1. Breaking up would be a lot easier. A smack to the ass and a "Nice hustle,you'll get'em next time" would pretty much do it.

2. Birth control would come in vodka or schnapps flavors.

3. Valentine's Day would be moved to February 29th so it would only occur in leap years

4. On Groundhog Day, if you saw your shadow, you'd get the day off to go drinking. St. Patrick's Day, however, would remain exactly the same although it would be celebrated 4 times a year.

5. Garbage would take itself out.

6. Regis and Kathie Lee (or who whoever his partner is this week) would be chained to a cement mixer and pushed off the Golden Gate Bridge for the most lucrative pay-per-view event in world history.

7. The only show opposite "Monday Night Football" would be "Monday Night Football from a Different Camera Angle".

8. Instead of "beer-belly", you'd get "beer-biceps".

9. Tanks would be far easier to rent.

10. Two words... Free Sex.

11. Daisy Duke shorts would never go out of style again, ever.

12. Every man would get a real Get Out of Jail Free card per year.

13. Telephones would cut off after 30 seconds of conversation.

14. It would be perfectly legal to steal a sports car, as long as you returned it the following day with a full tank of gas.

15. Instead of a fancy, expensive engagement ring, you could present your wife-to-be with a giant foam hand that said "You're #1!".

16. When your girlfriend really needed to talk to you during the game, she'd appear in a little box in the corner of the screen during a time-out.

17. Nodding and looking at your watch would be deemed as an acceptable response to "I love you".

18. "Sorry I'm late, but I got wasted last night", would be an acceptable excuse for tardiness.

19. At the end of the workday a whistle would blow and you would jump out of your window and slide down the tail of a brontosaurus and land right in your car.

20. Lifeguards could remove citizens from beaches for violating the "public ugliness" ordinance.

21. Hallmark would make "Sorry, what was your name again?" cards.

22. 21 would be an acceptable number even though you said 20 but thought of one more right before you posted your blog

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Fire + Water

Ok I know I said I would have a review of the rest of the first few fall episodes of Lost but I haven't yet. So what? Instad I have a really cool list I found it is the top TV catch phrases of all time. Some I agree with some not so much. Seewhat you think. Oh and they are listed alphabetical which yu woud have figured out sooner or later anywho but I figured I'd tell you first.

Aaay (Fonzie, "Happy Days")
And that's the way it is (Walter Cronkite, "CBS Evening News")
Ask not what your country can do for you ... (John F. Kennedy)
Baby, you're the greatest (Jackie Gleason as Ralph Kramden, "The Honeymooners")
Bam! (Emeril Lagasse, "Emeril Live")
Book 'em, Danno (Steve McGarrett, "Hawaii Five-O")
Come on down!(Johnny Olson, "The Price is Right")
Danger, Will Robinson (Robot, "Lost in Space")
De plane! De plane! (Tattoo, "Fantasy Island")
Denny Crane (Denny Crane, Boston Legal")
Do you believe in miracles?(Al Michaels, 1980 Winter Olympics

D'oh! (Homer Simpson, "The Simpsons")
Don't make me angry ... (David Banner, "The Incredible Hulk")
Dyn-o-mite (J.J., "Good Times")
Elizabeth, I'm coming!(Fred Sanford, "Sanford and Son")
Gee, Mrs. Cleaver ...(Eddie Haskell, "Leave it to Beaver")
God'll get you for that(Maude, "Maude")
Good grief" (Charlie Brown, Peanuts" specials)
Good night, and good luck (Edward R. Murrow, "See It Now")
Good night, John Boy ("The Waltons")
Have you no sense of decency? (Joseph Welch to Sen. McCarthy)
Heh heh (Beavis and Butt-head, "Beavis and Butthead")
Here it is, your moment of Zen" (Jon Stewart "The Daily Show")
Here's Johnny! ( Ed McMahon"The Tonight Show")
Hey now!(Hank Kingsley, "The Larry Sanders Show")
Hey hey hey! (Dwayne Nelson, "What's Happening!!")
Hey hey hey! (Fat Albert, "Fat Albert")
Holy (whatever), Batman! (Robin, "Batman")
Holy crap!(Frank Barone, "Everybody Loves Raymond")
Homey don't play that! (Homey the Clown, "In Living Color")
How sweet it is! (Jackie Gleason, "The Jackie Gleason Show")
How you doin'? (Joey Tribbiani, "Friends")
I can't believe I ate the whole thing (Alka Seltzer ad)
I know nothing! (Sgt. Schultz, "Hogan's Heroes")
I love it when a plan comes together (Hannibal, "The A-Team")
I want my MTV!(MTV ad)
I'm Larry, this is my brother Darryl ... (Larry, "Newhart")
I'm not a crook ..." ( Richard Nixon' )

I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV (Vicks Formula 44 ad)
I'm Rick James, bitch! (Dave Chappelle as Rick James, "Chappelle's Show")
Is that your final answer?" ( Regis Philbin"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire")
It keeps going and going and going ... (Energizer Batteries ad)
It takes a licking ...(Timex ad)
Jane, you ignorant slut" ( Dan Aykroyd "Saturday Night Live")
Just one more thing ... (Columbo, "Columbo")
Let's be careful out there (Sgt. Esterhaus, "Hill Street Blues")
Let's get ready to rumble!(Michael Buffer, various sports events)
Live long and prosper(Spock, "Star Trek")
Makin' whoopie (Bob Eubanks, "The Newlywed Game")
Mom always liked you best (Tommy Smothers, "The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour")
Never assume ... (Felix Unger, "The Odd Couple")
Nip it! (Barney Fife, "The Andy Show")
No soup for you! (The Soup Nazi, "Seinfeld")
Norm! ("Cheers")
Now cut that out! (Jack Benny, "The Jack Benny Program")
Oh, my God! They killed Kenny! (Stan and Kyle, "South Park")
Oh, my nose! (Marcia Brady, "The Brady Bunch")
One small step for man ... (Neil Armstrong)
Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?(Grey Poupon ad)
Read my lips: No new taxes! (George H.W. Bush)
Resistance is futile (Picard as Borg, "Star Trek: The Next Generation")
Say good night, Gracie (George Burns, "The Burns & Allen Show")
Schwing!( Mike Myers "Saturday Night Live")
Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy (Lloyd Bentsen)

Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids (Trix cereal ad)
Smile, you're on `Candid Camera' ("Candid Camera")
Sock it to me("Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In")
Space, the final frontier ... (Capt. Kirk, "Star Trek")
Stifle! (Archie Bunker, "All in the Family")
Suit up (Barney Stinson, "How I Met Your Mother")
Tastes great! Less filling! (Miller Lite beer ad)
Tell me what you don't like about yourself (Dr. McNamara and Dr. Troy, "Nip/Tuck")
That's hot" ( Paris Hilton "The Simple Life")
The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat (Jim McKay, "ABC's Wide World of Sports")
The tribe has spoken(Jeff Probst, "Survivor")
The truth is out there(Fox Mulder, "The X-Files")
This is the city ... (Sgt. Joe Friday, "Dragnet")
Time to make the donuts ("Dunkin' Donuts" ad)
Two thumbs up(Siskel & Ebert, "Siskel & Ebert")
Up your nose with a rubber hose (Vinnie Barbarino, "Welcome Back, Kotter")
We are two wild and crazy guys! ( Steve Martin and Dan Aykroyd as Czech playboys, "Saturday Night Live")
Welcome to the O.C., bitch (Luke, "The O.C.")
Well, isn't that special?(Dana Carvey as the Church Lady, "Saturday Night Live")
We've got a really big show! (Ed Sullivan, "The Ed Sullivan Show")
Whassup? (Budweiser ad)
What you see is what you get! (Geraldine, "The Flip Wilson Show")
Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis? (Arnold Drummond, "Diff'rent Strokes")
Where's the beef? (Wendy's ad)
Who loves you, baby?(Kojak, "Kojak")
Would you believe?(Maxwell Smart, "Get Smart")
Yabba dabba do!(Fred Flintstone, "The Flintstones")
Yada, yada, yada("Seinfeld")
Yeah, that's the ticket( Jon Lovitz' as the pathological liar, "Saturday Night Live")
You eeeediot! (Ren, "Ren & Stimpy")
You look mahvelous!" ( Billy Crystal as Fernando, "Saturday Night Live")
You rang?(Lurch, "The Addams Family")
You're fired! (Donald Trump, "The Apprentice")
You've got spunk ...(Lou Grant, "The Mary Taylor Moore Show)


How many do yo remember?

Monday, November 20, 2006

Rockin' In The Free World 11/17/06 U-Jam

Wow this would have been awesome to see live but probably even better 15 years ago!
Star of Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving all! Gobble Gobble till you wobble!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The Hunting Party


Figuring Shit Out

It's a simple fact of life that because we eat, we shit. The act of consumption and the act of defecation are indelibly linked to the whole (no pun intended) of any living organism. In the normal context, we humans are corpse eaters. We digest the dead into its base components for sustenance, and once those base components have been stripped of any caloric/nutritional value whatsoever, those components are ejected from our bodies. In some cultures, the ritualistic eating of one's enemies was meant to give the eater that enemy's strength, both physically and spiritually. Christ was very aware of the practice of cannibalism, and, in an effort to avoid being consumed by his brethren, invented Communion (it wouldn't do to wind up in Heaven with bite marks, now would it?). Our bodies make shit out of the once living. Our bodies serve to create vulgar masterpieces, and there are only two senses required in the art. In the symbolic context, everything living consumes with all their functioning senses. Each sense, if functioning as designed, devours the raw material of everyday life and existence, digests it in the brain, and the end result is just a prettier form of shit delivered by thought, speech, pencil, keystroke, brush, hammer blow, or gesture; fertilizer for the observer, reader, sufferer, lover or patron on which to grow and survive. At this juncture shit becomes tolerable, manageable, palatable. It might even be referred to as "good shit," though in practice the term "good shit" would seem a contradiction of terms.

Now that's some hot shit... or is it?I've always had a problem with someone that says something "tastes like shit." I assume what the person saying the phrase really means is that something smells the way he/she imagines shit tastes. The reason humanity developed a sense of smell was to avoid eating something infested with the bacteria of rot and decay. Perhaps one of our distant ancestors ate a piece of bad fruit and got the shits, so the primordial brain wiring got together and said "You know, if we could sniff out the bad stuff we could avoid all that cramping and the green apple two-step, and we won't lose all that ass hair from the constant wiping," so it was in the organism's best interests to not only sharpen the olfactory sense, but hotwire it to the gag reflex. I reckon the reason human-kind managed to survive its early history was because of its ability to eat damned near anything, and damned near anything also included carrion as well as veggies. Thank God for gas grills and electric can openers, eh? Now, if I could only understand how farts figure into the scheme of life.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Somethings wrong with Kate

Pee drinker and strap on wearer extroidinare
Close to Burnout!

RIP Jack

Sunday, November 12, 2006

The 23rd Psalm


Well here we are, only six weeks into the new season of Lost and we have a 13 week hiatus. Now let me tell you this past Wednesday night I was all ready to watch the last episode I would ever watch of Lost. Well, I was woefully wrong. The one thing the produces and writers have done (aside from pissing off a lot of viewers as well as loosing some as well) is make a show that for some reason or ... eh-hem... "other" is watched on the edge of your seat (hey, we'll sell you the whole thing but you'll only need the edge!). So, let's recap what we have found out or not found out so far this season ... well not a whole lot actually. In the first episode we are given our "holy shit this made waiting the entire summer worth it" moment. The others live on the island in a little utopian society and we see the plane crash. Remember this season is titled the season of the others. Meaning they will become a larger story line if not the forefront of most story lines. So who is Henry/Ben (we'll call him Benry) to Juliette (we'll call her the hot chick)? What did they do to K/S/J? Why do they all have bandaids on their arms? To knock them out? Blood tests? Truth serum?
Is Tom/Mr.Friendly gay? To Kate: "You're not my type." Maybe not even human? Can we trust Juliette, even is she is hot? Maybe not. The second episode, we find out Jin isn't a murderer but Sun most definitely is. And for a war veteran Sayid comes up with some crappy ideas sometimes. Yeah let's dock where you know they have been recently and use the boat as bait and then wait for them in the jungle far away from the boat and also far away from the pregnant woman. Good plan. Back to the cages, exactly what do they have Kate and Sawyer doing? My guess is it's just hard labor to keep them busy and tired. Fisrt episode was ok I give it a 8 if it's in the middle of the season but considering I had to wait 13 weeks for it I drop it to a 7. Second episode was no better, this one only gets a 6 for me, possibly the worst episode of the short fall season. Now episdoe 3, the Locke episode and yes, I know we have had different points of view on this one. Some hated it I loved it, I give it easily an 8. Some thoughts on the episode; Why couldn't Locke talk? So after taking some of his hooka paste he goes on some sort of a vision quest with the spirit of Boone. It must be bad so far this season, I was glad to see Boone! Ok on to the vision quest, Boone tells us that Claire, Charlie, and Aaron will be ok for a while, when he sees K/J/S he says you can't help them ... yet. Guess he means he is going to help them, at least at some point, aparently in the last 2/3's of the season. So Locke has to clean up his mess, meaning Eko, hmmm, this could be an odd sort of thing to say, more on this later. Big revelation comes when we find out Desmond can see or has seen the future. A la the Philadelphia experiment. Ahh at the end of episode 3 we meet Nikki and Paulo or as I like to call them "fodder for the death mill". I don't wanna get out my soap box, ok I guess I do. I do not and will not accept these two new characters. Here we are supposedly sixty some days into this story and all of a sudden the writers say "oh yeah, we are running out of characters to give story to so here's two new people who have been here the whole time we just didn't tell you about them yet", bullshit! Now I'm not usually a purist but I don't accept this. It's a cop out and in fact they could have used Rose and Bernard for these parts so far this season, so why do we need new characters? I can't imagine there is a real good reason for it, guess we will see but I can't see me accepting them any time soon. Even if Nikki does have a nice rack. Even as the episode ends we se Desmond throwing rocks out to sea looking worried (?) and/or crazed (?). Probably about the direction this show is taking. Get the shark out I think they are about to jump. More recap and some thoughts on the rest of this "story arc" as the writers have called it tomorrow. Everyone have a fish biscuit and a good nap.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

What Kate Did

Kate gets rescued!!!

...And does a lite version of a phone sex dating line? What is going on over on that island?

Collision

Well, seeing as how we have closed the Halloween segment of the year, and seeing that it is Wednesday, we got ourselves a Lost night. Only two to go before the B.S. fourteen week holiday hiatus. Well, according to previews for tonight that I saw on ABC earlier this afternoon tonight someone dies! More specifically one of the survivors dies. Guess we will find out if I was right or not about my list of people dying. Inside sources tell me I was wrong, wayyyyyyyyyyyy wrong with who my guess is on who dies. If you wanna know highlite the following text otherwise you can watch tonight and be surprised that is if my sources are correct. Other than that have a great night and be prepared for a huge in depth Lost recap next week.

Looks like our big buddy Mr. Eko is the one to bite the dust tonight. This episode is his back story and could wrap up his "story". Other facts leading to the belief he is dying tonight is the fact that right now as you read this the final episodes of the season are being filmed and the actor who plays Eko (you know I can't spell) has not been in Hawaii for nearly 8 weeks. He is also the guest on Regis and Kelly tomorrow a la Michelle Rodriguez who played Anna Lucia she also was on Regis and Kelly the day after she was killed off. We shall see, I mean it bodes well for my boy Sawyer not being the one offed but Mr.Eko might also be one of my favorites in the show. If you don't count the new Paolo and Nikki who are quickly becoming my new favs. In case you can't tell I'm being sarcastic. I want them in body bags!

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The Witching Hour

Before I get to the last 15 horror movies on the list, I thought I would give out some honorable mentions. These few are quite possibly worthy of being on the list but I needed to narrow it down so I cut these but decided to put them in here instead.

April Fool's Day
Jacob's Ladder
Innocents (The Turn of the Screw)
An American Werewolf in London
House of Wax (1953 version)
Fall of the House of Usher
The Ring
Targets
Black Sunday
Hound of the Baskervilles
Uninvited
Sixth Sense

Now the last of the top 50

15. Phantasm - Phantasm is that rarest of horror films, one with a truly original premise. The villain of the piece, the Tall Man, is one of the all-time great scary monsters and interestingly enough, we never discover if he is human or ghoul.

14. The Haunting - The Haunting is that rarest of beasts, an excellent novel that was turned into a film that just about matches the quality of its printed source. From start to finish, the director slowly builds the eerie tension of this horror classic until it reaches its shattering conclusion. A first-class production on all fronts, this timeless ghost story may have been made four decades ago but it still remains one of the all-time I'm-gonna-sleep-with-the-lights-on-after-this films. There are few ghosts tories ever made for the cinema that can even compare.

13. Sean of the Dead - This ranks up there, even though more comedy than horror, as one of the best zombie movies ever made.

12. Bride of Frankenstein - Sequel titles such as "Bride Of" are usually associated with B-movie sequels that are quickly forgotten and one day mocked on Mystery Science Theater. Bride of Frankenstein is the exception. Not only the greatest horror sequel of all time, Bride is in many ways superior to the original.

11. The Omen - I haven't seen the remake yet but I would imagine it won't be as good as the original. Shocking and scary with some really disturbing death scenes, this movie caused the name Damien to be associated with the devil for the rest of time.

10. Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? - Bette Davis and Joan Crawford star in this inspired psychological horror. They play over-the-hill sisters and former child actresses who, after a lifetime of rivalry, are now both full of bitterness. "But you are Blanche, you are!" More disturbing than scary, but psychologically tormenting.

9. Phantom of the Opera - Lon Chaney Sr.'s best film is also the best screen version of Gaston Leroux's novel. As the scarred composer hiding in the bowels of Paris Opera House, Chaney is unforgettable. He tutors beautiful singer Mary Philbin, whilst seeking revenge on those that ended his career and ruined his features. Some amazing make-up (by Chaney of course) and great over-zealous acting make this a real treat. Chaney's character is also both pitiful and irreversibly insane. One of the first in the Universal gothic cycle, it was remade by the same studio in 1943 with Claude Rains. There are at least four other versions (one by Hammer), but this is the best, an American classic of the silent age.

8. Peeping Tom - Karl Boehm plays Mark, a photographer driven mad in his childhood by the cruel father's photographical experiments. Now Mark himself enjoys filming 'the face of death', closing in on his victims whilst impaling them on his spiked tripod. Although devoid of blood and gore, this was truly a shocking film for it's time, and it's still disturbing today. Released about the same time as Psycho or else it would have been a hit.

7. Invisible Man - A scientist, Jack Griffin (Claude Rains) invents a serum that causes invisibility in living beings. However, after testing it on himself, Griffin soon disocovers the serum has the unfortunate side effect of driving the recipient murderously insane! Great Special effects and a bizarre form of jet-black humor make this an early sci-fi/horror masterpiece.

6. Repulsion - Roman Polanski produces his first horror masterpiece with this psychological terror-tale. As with the later 'Rosemary's Baby', it features a vulnerable female lead, Catherine Deneuve, who finds herself in a claustrophobic situation. Deneuve plays a Belgian manicurist living in London. She is repelled by sex, so when her flatmate goes away, she begins to feel alone in a foreign country surrounded by sex-hungry men. Naturally, all this pushes her over the edge and she locks herself in her apartment, but nobody will leave her alone. A gripping insight into psychotic paranoia.

5. The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari - A Nightmarish, almost indescribable silent German Expressionism film. Dr. Caligari (Werner Krauss), a carnival hypnotist, uses his somnambulistic zombie (Conrad Veidt) to commit murders. A basic plot, but more unforgettable images than in most modern features. Wild make-up, incredible acting, and Dali-esque sets will have you doubting your own sanity. Inevitably dated, but still surprisingly original when you consider it's probably the earliest important horror movie.

4. When a Stranger Calls - High school student Jill Johnson is traumatized over an evening of babysitting by a caller who repeatedly asks "Have you checked the children?". It's scary, creepy, and downright eerie.

3. The Fog - A Northern California fishing town, built 100 years ago over an old leper colony, is the target for revenge by a killer fog containing zombie-like ghosts seeking revenge for their deaths. What you can't see can't hurt you ... it'll kill you! A rare real scary movie. John Carpenter has always been a master in creating scary, creepy scene's with minimal resources but maximum scare.

2. House on Haunted Hill - Five diverse people are invited to a 'haunted house' party. They are offered $10,000 each by an eccentric millionaire and his wife to spend the night in a house with a murderous past. Vinnie (as in Vincent Price) Throws One Heck of a Party! The updated remake is also just as good, weaker acting but better effects, pick your poison.

1. It - Seven youths have to defeat a demonic creature named Pennywise which dresses in a clown suit and terrorizes a 1960's town in Maine. I'm not one of those people who is afraid of clowns, but this film doesn't make me like them any more either. Like Jaws, this one has caused many people to wonder just what they hide behind those fake smiles.

Well that's the list, 50 (or so) of my favorite horror movies. Did I miss any of yours?

Monday, October 30, 2006

A Haunting we will go



Ok so since my numbering was frigged up, I continue the list with

30. Freaks - This movie gives me the chills on two levels, other than the stupid chicken woman in the beginning of the film all of the other freaks, really are. No special effects and the scene of them seeking revenge is awfully creepy, especially for a movie made in 1932!

29. The Wicker Man - The 1973 version, not the hunk of crap (or so I've heard, anyway from this year). This movie isn't a thrill a minute type but the payoff at the end is well worth the wait. It also has a great sexy dance by Britt Ekland in it. I have my darling doddy doo Cerpts to thank for turning me on to this one.

28. 'Salems Lot - This movie, while flawed shows that vampires are a lot like cockroaches. One moves into town and pretty soon we got dozens of them feeding on the townsfolk. One creepy scene is when the dead kid scratches on the window of his friends bedroom. All this and David Soul too, don't give up on us baby!

27. Scream - Wes Craven makes a movie without ghosts, monsters, icky swamp creatures, or monsters (at least not any non human ones) and he does it brilliantly. He rewrote some of the rules of horror while being not over the top campy with others. The opening scene with Drew Barrymore is classic and still scares me alone and in the dark and if the phone rings while I'm watching it I just might crap my pants.

26. Seven - Blood, guts, a severed head, a really fat dead guy, and a corpse that ain't quite dead. All this and a great cast (perhaps Brad Pitts best acting to date) makes for a good show, and it rains almost the entire movie.

25. The Fly - No, not the original this time, although the end scene in that one is a classic, I'm talking about the 1986 version. This one makes my stomach churn. Makes you think twice before you crush that ant under your foot. The maggot scene... um... you gotta see it for yourself.

24. Silence of the Lambs - Lecter versus Starling. Hopkins versus Foster. A human skin suit. All of that psychological suspense aside, you know you jumped when Hannibal snapped suddenly at the glass.

23. Jaws - Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum. Great movie, scary music, and I still think twice before getting in the water. Even a swimming pool! That has to account for something doesn't it?


22. Poltergeist - "They're here." was the "I see dead people of the 80's. This is the definitive suburban horror classic. It takes what we are used to and familiar with and makes it unsafe. Imagine your own house is out to get you, where is your comfort zone now I ask you!

21. Invasion of the body snatchers- Why is my family acting so weird? What are all these weird plants popping up everywhere? These are the questions people should be asking themselves in this classic but don't until it's too late. Adapted from the brilliant horror novel The Body Snatchers by Jack Finney, the 1956 version of the film is the perfect example of Cold War paranoia. If you want one that doesn't have as an uplifting of an ending see the 70's remake, it's just as creepy with a better ending I feel.

20. Carrie - This poor girl seems to be getting it from both sides except she has an ace up her sleeve. She can move whatever she wants with her mind! Even if you have never seen the film you know the iconic picture of her drenched in blood. Sissys creepy mother is played by Piper Laurie, and both ladies were nominated for Oscars for their roles and deservedly so.

19. The Others - The Others became one of the most successful word-of-mouth blockbusters in recent memory. The reason for its success was simple.The Others is a bone-chilling movie. "Are you mad? I am your daughter." spoken in a little girls voice but coming from the mouth of a decrepit old woman made me jump out of my skin. The ending, well in case someone hasn't seen it yet I won't ruin it but it is a great Holy Shit! moment of film!

18. The Exorcist - Spinning heads! Vile expletives! Buckets of vomit! No, I'm not discussing your last blind date! This is perhaps the top of the list on many lists of the scariest movies of all time. When it was first released to theaters people ran out in droves. Today we call them pussies!

17. The Shining - Jack Nicholson running around an old deserter hotel with an ax is scary enough. Especially some of those faces he makes but aside from the "Here's Johnny!" part, my scary moment is when Shelly Duvall sees his new novel for the first time and sees just the line "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." over and over and over.....

16. The Thing - One of the creepiest movies ... EVER! That's all I'm going to say other than if the scene where the guyÂ’s head sprouting insect legs to escapedoesn'tnÂ’t give you nightmares consult a therapist immediately.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Spooky Time

In a tribute to the season, I have composed a list of my 50 favorite horror films (give or take) of all time. Keep in mind this is my favorite list and in no particular order. So with that in mind I will list the first part of this at least two or three part post.

50. The Blob - First released in 1958 starring Steven McQueen (later dropping the "n" and going to Steve) was part horror part science fiction. An old farmer picks up a stick and picks up the gelatinous substance (well, wouldn't you?) and gets slimed. It grows (beware of the blob it seeps and creeps and glides and slides across the floor right through an open door) and eats and eats and grows. The Blob was redone in 1988, now this blob was a little more vicious, meaner, and violent.This version removed a lot of the science fiction part and laid on the horror. Both are worth seeing, but be wary of comparing. Usually if you like one you will not like the other.

49. The Wolfman - This 1941 classic starring Lon Chaney Jr. is a great story of horror and tragedy. He becomes the werewolf when the moon is full and the wolf bane blooms. The character of Larry Talbot was played so that he was given depth and encourages the viewer to feel sorry for the character and wish everything could be worked out for them. Which it won't, of course. The Wolfman has always been my favorite of the big three (the other two being Dracula and Frankenstein) mostly because he doesn't want the curse, but alas that is what makes him a classic monster.

48. From Dusk till Dawn - In the realm of vampire movies, Tarantino movies, or just horror movies in general, this has something for all three types of fans. It has a script written by Tarantino, directed by Robert Rodriguez, (of El Mariachi fame), a bar called the Titty Twister, and a lot of gore. In fact the vampire blood was green to make it easier to get by the ratings board. If you haven't seen this one it is pretty entertaining, and I can promise this is the only George Clooney film on the list!

47. The Mummy - Boris Karloff brought Imhotep to life in 1932. Still considered by many to be the best mummy movie ever made. You hear that Brendan Frasier? It is a classic black and white masterpiece with great imagery, intrigue, and suspense.

46. Rosemary's Baby - This is an example of classic horror of the mind. Director Roman Polanski shows perfectly how less is more. Take fantastic writing add superb acting with just a dash of satanic witches and a classic is made.

45. Nosferatu - Stoker taught us about vampires, this film brings one to life! Orlock the vampire might be one of the most disturbing horror monsters to ever be on the screen and this movie is from 1922! Nosferatu has great special effects for the time period. Just the rise from the coffin alone sends chills up my spine every time I see it. This film, like The Wolfman, uses stop-action photography to cause his coffin to open and unwraps itself. This movie has unforgettable imagery. You owe it to yourself to see this movie.

44. Saw - This movie introduced us to a new classic villain: Jigsaw. When I first watched this movie I didn't think I was seeing anything special. That is until the end! This movie has the ability to have as many sequels as the writers can create. It could very well be easy to screw up, which I will see on Tuesday when I go to see the third installment. I'll let you know.

43. Frankenstein - The Grandpappy of all the undead horror movies. This pop icon was born in 1931 and played brilliantly by Karloff. Karloff played the character with just the right balance of fear and tragedy. This may be one of the only movie monsters in history that the viewer feels sad when we see him meet his end.

42. Hellraiser - Great effects, Pinhead rocks, Clive Barker is fantastic. The gateway to hell disguised as a little metal puzzle box. What was the deal with the chattery teeth guy though?

41. The Amityville Horror - Supposedly based on a true story, there has been questions as to if this is true or not but still a fairly damn good ghost/haunted house story. Teaches the lesson of really great houses at cheap prices really are too good to be true. Also begs the question why did you wait a month to get the hell out?

42. 28 Days Later - Tells about the dangers of biological tampering. A blood borne virus gives (almost) everyone in London a lethal dose of "rage" which is the name of the virus. Cleverly disguised as a zombie movie, which it is not, it shows the human will to survive at all costs.

41. Night of the Living Dead - This movie created the modern day genre and made George Romero the king of zombie movies. Romero put the movie industry on notice with his graphic shots of blood, guts, and gore. There was no MPAA or ratings board at the time, but no one had been willing to step outside the status quo. Romero was the first to do so not by asking if it could be done but by simply asking why it hadn't been done yet. When released, NOTLD was met with controversy because of its graphic nature but went on to be a drive-in success.

40. Evil Dead - Evil Dead is, in the opinion of many, the classic horror movie of the 80s. The Evil Dead is low budget, heavy gore, high imagination, and lasting impact...all accurate and true when describing this timeless film. Just watch out for the woods, and wear clean panties...

39. Re-Animator - Re-animator will take you on a trip through the deranged mind of H.P Lovecraft. Lovecraft novels do not often translate well to the big screen, but Re-animator hits the mark. All this and zombies too. Re-animator has everything a good horror movie needs: a great horror actor (Jeffrey Combs), a fast pace, lots of blood and gore and some gratuitous nudity to top everything off. I recommend Re-Animator to anyone who loves horror. **Note: The only other Lovecraft adaptations that are worth viewing, in my opinion, are From Beyond and In the Mouth of Madness, both of which I highly recommend.

38. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre - 1974: The year of Watergate, Dungeons and Dragons, and Patty Hearst. Hillary Swank was born and Jack Benny died. Right along side Chinatown, The Godfather Part 2, and Young Frankenstein, a film is released that would raise the bar for horror movies with dark craziness, ferocity and the birth of Leatherface.

37. The Abominable Dr Phibes - This film is wrought with black humor with stylized visuals and good old fashioned Vincent Price horror.Vincent Price is, without a doubt, one of the classic horror figures of all times. Price is particularly well suited to characters with over-the-top behaviors and highly stylized settings - and could in fact give William Shatner a lesson of two in "over acting".

36. Alien - Even though this movie just happens to take place in space, that doesn't necessarily mean that it is "merely" science fiction. I became a huge Ridley Scott fan after watching Alien. An effective tone was set from the beginning and Scott gave the film almost a documentary feel. This film was made before CGI; all this work was done with costumes, models, and filming techniques.

35. Halloween - The movie that created many icons in horror culture. Halloween also affected general pop culture and created the rules of horror, the scream queen, and Michael Myers. John Carpenter arose as a cinematic genius.

34. Psycho - The movie that changed the way the world saw horror in the theater. In creating Psycho, Alfred Hitchcock focused on the anticipation rather than the act, and in the process created the most influential film imaginable. Much has been written about this film, and it remains one of the masterpieces of the art that is fine cinema.

33. A Nightmare on Elm Street - With this movie, Wes Cravens brought a new twist to the slasher genre with originality and rule-breaking. A Nightmare on Elm Street has a highly original twist on the slasher theme, and Wes Craven seems to delight in surprising the audience and keeping everyone on their toes. Craven even adds those strange "dream things" (seemingly illogical happenings that we experience in our dreams that make perfect sense at the time) to create a horror experience that gives us pause to the very act of retiring for the night.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The Other 48 Days

Lightning Shoots Out Of A Girl's Ass!!
A woman suffered severe burning to her anus after being struck by lightning which hit her in the mouth and passed right through her body.
Natasha Timarovic, 27, was brushing her teeth at home when lightning struck the building. She said: "I had just put my mouth under the tap to rinse away the toothpaste when the lightning must have struck the building. I don't remember much after that, but I was later told that the lightning had travelled down the water pipe and struck me on the mouth, passing through my body. It was incredibly painful, I felt it pass through my torso and then I don't remember much at all." Doctors at the city hospital where she was treated for burns to the mouth and rear said: "The accident is bizarre but not impossible. She was wearing rubber bathroom shoes at the time and so instead of grounding through her feet it appears the electricity shot out of her backside," a medic told a local television news channel. "It appears to have grounded through the damp shower curtain that she was touching as she bent over to put her mouth under the tap. If she had not been wearing the shoes she would probably have been killed by the blast."
And he didn't even buy her flowers first

we men can be such jerks when we are sexually frustrated.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Abandoned

Ok seeing as how it's the season of the weenie. I was hoping to get a group together to fo to one of them there haunted hayrides. Was thinking of next weekend sometime depending on the weather. That's the weekend on 20-22. Anyone interested put a post on this blog and a haunting we will go. There are a few I was thinking of going to

http://www.prisonhaunt.com/

http://www.nightofterror.com/

http://www.indianacrestreefarm.com/Haunted%20Attractions%20Schedule.htm

http://www.easternstate.org/halloween/

http://www.nightmaresx.com/

or if you know of any not listed and wanted to mention im open for suggestions

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

...And Found


O.K. as promised the new "Who's Hot on Lost" #1 entry is her up there. ^^^ Elizabeth Mitchell otherwise known as "Juliette". If you watch the show you already know who she is and if you don't well you really probably don't care anyway. Which means you really aren't gonna care about this blog entry either. It's the latest Hollywood odds on who's gonna die on Lost this season, or I should say "next" the long shots are listed first and go in cascading order to the best odds on favorite to die.

10. Jack - odds 100-1 Matthew Fox does have a blossoming movie career. Stop snickering, he does! Maybe die is too harsh of a term, disappear, maybe. If there is a chance of a big screen Lost series finale, which it appears is now a definite possibility, Foxxy will definitely want to be involved.

9. Desmond - odds 90-1 C'mon, he's just getting started. It would be too tragic to have Desmond buy the farm before Penny finds the island. Wouldn't it? Also look forward to his nude scene coming up in a future episode.

8. Locke - odds 75-1 LOST without Locke is like Star Wars without Obi-Wan. It ain't gonna happen. With season three there is indication that Locke will once again find destiny waiting on the island.

7. Charlie - odds 60-1 This one is too obvious to be the one. Charlie still has some story to tell. Besides killing him off would be too anticlimactic.

6. Claire - odds 50-1 Again, would her death send shock waves through the LOST community? Nahh.

5. Hurley - odds 40-1 O.K. now you're talking big. No pun intended. Hey, I'm a fat guy too! Hollywood needs more funny fat guys. Anyway, Hurley dying, now we're getting warmer. And I could actually see this happening. (It already happened in my version of LOST!) Talk about igniting a fire storm in the fan base. Hurley's death would bring people out of the woodwork to sign the "Don't kill off Hurley" petitions.

4. Danielle - odds 25-1 Yeah, I know, she's not a regular but death doesn't have to be a regular. Add that to the fact that she has been there far too long to only know what she has said she knows is frustrating to fans. What better way to bait us than to kill off that line of info before it has a chance to fully spill.

3. Sawyer - odds 10-1 "Kate is going to have to make a choice." says creator J.J. Abrahms (sp?) We all know what happens when choices are being made in TV drama land. If she picks Sawyer there could be tragic circumstances to follow. C'mon, this is LOST people, if a relationship blossoms it's not going to be without some tragic fallout. Which brings us to :

2. Kate - odds 5-1 In real live Evangeline Lilly struggles with fame and has found love on the set of LOST. In fact they are getting married next year. I just can't believe she actually fell for the little dude. It's conceivable that she will ask to be let go to take her purse of the LOST earnings and sit on the sidelines preparing a love nest while her other half continues to rake in the bucks being a star on the TV drama.

So that only leaves:

1. Sayid - odds 3-1 Yes, we call Sayid. Why? His story is told. As was Shannon's, Boone's, and Anna Lucia's. Want more proof? Because he gives the Losties an advantage. Want even more proof? Naveen Andrews is not the type of actor to take to type casting. He also has a much publicized personal struggle with the travel distance issue. No LOST + no Hawaii = No travel issues. Furthermore, Andrews, like Fox, has landed some pretty cool acting gigs for the near future. He's going to be in a new movie with Jodie Foster and then is going to start filming a new Robert Rodriguez movie called "Grind House", which is also going to be co-directed by Quentin Tarantino.

So there you have it, and after making this list, I have come to one conclusion. I need a life, badly!

Everybody Hates Hugo

Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Either by his character being killed off (more on this in a later blog) or by the off chance that a new cast member (which we have already seen one or two and more are promised in the new season)would bump him off. It was inevitable. I mean when you are king of the mountain (or island that is the case here) someone is eventually gonna knock you off. That's right, no longer is Josh "Sawyer" Holloway the hottest star on Lost. Let's take a moment to let that sink in. O.K. that's long enough. What?! You must be asking yourself, a little dismayed and even, dare I say it, pissed. Yes, it is hard to argue with this ladies and gentlemen:



But unfortunately it has happened. More on this in a future blog.
South Park vs. Monty Python

Classic!! This one's for Cerptsie!
T.O. Highlights from Oct. 5

Awwwww, now don't you just wanna give him a big hug and tell him everything is gonna be ok? Nah didn't think so!

Friday, October 06, 2006

Orientation

The Haunted Wardrobe

Several weeks ago I bought a wardrobe from an antique store that was having a wicked deal on dead people's things. Now, typically I don't meddle much in the affairs of the recently departed nor the affairs of the previously departed for that matter. However, men do tedious and burdensome tasks all to be in the presence of a woman.

Which brings us to the antique store.

As the door creaks open, I'm immediately engulfed in that familiar smell; old. Its like having five hundred grandma's in one room, all gasping their final breaths at once. For those of you that have lost your grandma, I'm sorry. Get over it, I'm trying to paint a picture here.

We browse through the isles of what I have to admit is finely constructed furniture. Typically when I hear "They don't make 'em like that anymore..." I usually think to myself "There's a reason for that you old ass fucking country bumpkin." This however, does not apply to bitchin' old cars and apparently furniture. The problem is restoring the ancient ones. After wading through the furniture graveyard for about a half an hour, she had collected a handsome pile of crap that will be stored for future decoration. Thank fucking Jesums, I think, and was about to head out when I though I heard something like a child crying coming from around one of the larger islands of debris. I turned the corner and there was the most majestic mahogany wardrobe I had ever seen. It had hand carved lion heads encrested on the doors, and intricate carvings on the trim.
I was in awe of its glory and I think it made me pee a little.

I bought the wardrobe immediately and paid some punks to load it into their truck and deliver it to chateau Cheeks. We fought the motherfucker all the way into my apartment, where it came to sit in its final resting place... or so I thought. I cleaned the big bastard up and put a shine on it that could blind a retard at a hundred paces. A few days went by and I finally had my wardrobe filled with my ever growing collection of clothes I will never get around to wearing. I thought, man this is tits. No more trying to repair the hanger bars and shelving that continually collapses under the weight of my huge fat guy clothes.

Something disturbed me though, my clothes started to have a strange odor; something I couldn't quite place yet. I decided to remove everything and wash repeatedly. I put an application on the inside of the wardrobe that was supposed to kill any mold or mildew from moisture and dry up the wood. This turned out to be a bad idea because of the toxicity of the fumes. I had to sleep in the living room for a few days.

One night as I slept on the couch I was awoken to the sound of a kid screaming and crying. First I wondered where the fuck I was, then wondered who's brat that was. As I became oriented I wondered if I had just imagined it. As I sat there pondering the situations creepiness, I heard some more children crying. I went into the bedroom and looked around. I looked in the spare room and checked outside. What the fuck some kids were doing in my house at 3AM was beyond me, but when you hear strange shit at night, you check the scene... preferably armed. I found nothing, and eventually went back to sleep.

I'm a light sleeper, and when I'm expecting someone or something, I tend to sleep a lot lighter. Two hours later I heard the children's sobbing again. I turned on all the lights and waited until dawn.

Well, I'm no jackass horror movie victim, so first thing in the morning I had some neighbors help me drag the mahogany nightmare back down stairs. I thanked them and said nothing more. I went into my house, grabbed the long-handled axe from the utility room. My neighbors were all like "What the fuck?" as I splintered the wardrobe into debris, all while swearing, sometimes in English. That must have been a site. After about fifteen minutes, a crowd had gathered, and at one point I thought the sheriff's department may have been alerted to my actions.

Anyways, I'm selling souvenir haunted wardrobe chunks for five bucks each. My neighbors bought most of it that fine Sunday morning, but I still have lots of it left. It smells like rotten flesh, yeah I figured out that was what the smell was, weird huh, and if you hold it to your ear, you can hear children crying.

Apparently, after some researching, I found out the wardrobe dated back to sometime around the Civil War. It was supposedly from Virginia. There have been some stories of people who lived in Virginia capturing escaping slaves and locking the children in wardrobes a lot like the one I had. Torturing them, eventually starving them to death in some cases. Some of the children were left there, even months after they had died.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Breakfast will never be safe again!!
A Monster Mash
Frankenberry and Count Chocula Cereal TV Commercial

Here's just a little tidbit and a continuation of the previous blog

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Doc Is An Eagles Fan

He ain't no Sawyer, and far from one of my favorite characters on Lost but Foxxy gets a passadena from me for being an Eagles fan, or at least sporting a retro team t shirt. I guess I won't be upset if his character doesn't die this season. But only this season, I'm not saying anything about next season. All I know is Sawyer best be just fine by this time next year. Oh, and one other thing Doc, "Don't trust Sara.".

Adrift


Well, it's been four and a half months since I last had my Lost jones fullfilled with a new episode. Tonight that all ends. Will I get all the answers I want? Prolly not! Where are the "others" taking S/K/J? Is Michael and Walt really going to get away? Will Hurley make it back ok? Where are Sun, Jinn, and Sayid? Is Desmond dead? What happened to Locke and Eko? Who the hell are the "others", really? And just what the frigg is that smoke monster thingy? I can hardly contain my excitement. Take the phone off the hook, get the snackies ready and prepare to get Lost.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Man of Science Man of Faith


Well without a doubt, the main man of the horror cereals is Count Chocula! My numero uno favorite cereal. I mean how can I not understand the counts obsession with the chocolatey goodness of Count Chocula?!? He has been around almost as long as Cerpts; which means he's friggin' old people! But like Cerpts, I still loves him. We have Laura Levine, a copywriter for the advertising agency Dancer Fitzgerald Sample to thank for the Count and the rest of his horror cereal buddies. As we all know ad writers are secondary in the lucrative writing field right behind ransome notes. On Futurama Count Chocula has been promoted to Archduke, right next to Admiral Crunch. He has shown up in episodes of the Simpsons trying to quit his sugary addiction. Mr. Burns even buys Count Chocula cereal and says; "Hmm. I suppose that one looks a little bit like me." There's even been Count ripoffs, on Invader ZIM there is a character called Count Cocofang and he is the mascot for a cereal called Coco Splodies. "Count Choculitis" is listed as a disease on a health care benefits form in an episode of the comedy show "The Office". Count Chocula was also a guest judge on American Zombie in an episode of Robot Chicken. On Family Guy, the episode "Wasted Talent", Cap'n Crunch asks The Godfather to assassinate the Count because "that son of a bitch has been spreading rumors about me. My cereal does not cut the roof of your mouth. With all due resprects." In Wedding Crashers, John Beckwith resists the temptation to go over-board in taking on fake occupations in order to sound fascinating, he says "I'd like to be cowboys from Arizona or pimps from Oakland but it's not Halloween. Grow up; Peter Pan, Count Chocula." In Robin Williams Live On Broadway 2002 Robin makes a reference to Count Chocula as part of his performance. He talks about the winner of the gold medal in snowboarding (freestyle) at the Winter Olympics. Robin says "Would you like to be on a box of wheaties? -No.Count Chocula." In the John Mayer Song "It's Always Her that Gets Wet", he imitates Bobby Brown singing "And in the morning, girl, I'm gonna pour you a bowl of Count Chocula". In Blade: Trinity, Dracula walks into a store that sells vampire souvenirs. He picks up and looks at a box of Count Chocula cereal. In 1999, the satirical newspaper The Onion ran a front-page story about Count Chocula, characterizing him as an actual blood-sucking monster to underscore the humor of his role as mascot for a children's cereal. Franken Berry is also referenced in the article, although not by name. All Hail the Count! I want to eat your cereal!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Exodus Part 2


Shortly after the release of Frankenberry, General Mills released a blueberry cereal appropriately titled Boo Berry in 1973. That's him up there. Isn't his little hat just the cutest little thing? Way back then, they didn't even call them marshmallows they called them "sweeties" who knows, maybe back then they didn't actually qualify as marshmallows. Today I can vouch for them that they are indeed marshmallows. Boo Berry's voice sounded Peter Lorre ish. He (the cereal) is also referenced in an episode of Family Guy when Peter sees Sandy Duncan in a grocery store in the cereal aisle he says to her "Get the Boo Berry." Although Frankenberry turns the milk pink this cereal has the distinction of turning you mouth a very lovely shade of blue!

Recipe for Booberry Breakfast Shake--
A great Booster drink for the morning. Ingredients:1 cup milk 1 cup frozen unsweetened blueberries 1/2 cup Booberry cereal 1/2 banana
Preparation Instructions:
1. Place all ingredients in blender, cover.
2. Blend on high for 30 seconds until blended.
3. Pour into large glass and serve.

Don't tell me this blog ain't informative!

Exodus

In 1971 Frankenberry shambled onto breakfast tables everywhere. Frankenberry is a strawberry flavored cereal whose mascot character's voice sounds similar to that of Boris Karloff. Frankenberry is featured often on the animated television show Family Guy. Conan O'Brien references the cereal on his talk show and includes it as one of his favorite cereals because it is the only cereal that turn the milk pink. In Futurama, Kif proclaims to Amy that he will make her perfume of Lilac, Jasmine, and Frankenberry. In an episode of Robot Chicken Frankenberry is a guest judge on their version on American Idol aptly called Zombie Idol. Although not widely available today, it is available around this time of year. In the Midwest it is available in Super WalMarts year round. Some Target stores also supposedly carry it almost year round as well. All I know is right now Acme has it and it's on sale 2 for 5 dollars. Go crazy!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Born To Run



Well now that summer is officially over (Thank God, I don't think I could handle another heat wave induced case of chaffing.) it can only mean one thing... it's my most favoritest time of the year! Halloweenie baby. Yeah, yeah, I know it's not even October yet but I think of Halloween as a big holiday, even bigger than Christmas. So what better way to celebrate the beginning of the Weenie season than with two of the long forgotten favorites in the cereal world. It has been 13 years since Yummy Mummy has graced the breakfast tables worldwide. General Mills discontinued it for poor sales and I'm briging it back. At least here on my blog that is. Actually Yummy Mummy was a replacement for

That's right, before Yummy Mummy there was Fruit Brute. The fruity werewolf cereal debuted in 1974, it didn't do so well so it became the first Halloween based cereal to make it's way to the breakfast graveyard in 1983. Well what do you expect it had lime flavored marshmallows for Christ's sake. Yummy Mummy cam out in 1988. They did learn their lesson, a little, (General Mills I'm talking about. Try to keep up please!) at least when they revamped the cereal they made the marshmallows vanilla flavored. Although it was the first cereal in the monster related cereals to be discontinued it actually has been kept alive, sort of. In Reservoir Dogs, Mr. Orange clearly has a box of Fruit Brute in his apartment. Quentin Tarantino was such a big fan of the cereal he also used a box of it (possibly the same box from Reservoir Dogs, who knows?) in a scene in Pulp Fiction where Vincent is talking on the cell phone to his drug dealer Lance (played by John Travolta and Eric Stoltz, respectively). So, long gone is our fruity cereal friend who stalked the night in search of the flavor of FROOOOOOOOOOOT.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Grandma goes toodle huntin'


Yeah you go Grandma ... but stay the hell away from my toodles!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

The Greater Good


Let’s face it, work sucks. I’m a working man, I’ve been at the bottom of the ladder, I've been close to the top, I know what it’s like. Don’t be fooled by claims that a company is like a family. A company is like a prison, and they’re trying to make you the bitch. From now to back before the industrial revolution working men (and women) have been exploited for company profits. No matter what your human resources manager claims, you’re nothing but a cog in the machine. But don’t lose your head and start smarting off to your boss. Confrontation is not an option, you can be fired and replaced in a day. Just because your company treats you like shit is no reason for you to be unemployed. Why give up your job when you can turn the tables, fuck things up and get paid for it? There are other ways to fight back. Subtle insubordination is an art form. Don’t be exploited, be the exploiter. With that in mind, I’ve thought up a few simple ideas on how to get along in the workplace.

Number 1: A Probationary Period is Like A Warranty: A lot of places hire an employee with a few months of ‘probationary period’. That means they can fire you for any reason within those first few months. This is the ‘ass kissing’ period. Do whatever it takes to keep your boss happy. If you have a hearing problem, or bad eyesight, now is NOT the time to tell them. Once those three months are up, then it’s time to fuck around. It’s all easy from here, just don’t give them a definite reason to fire you and you’re set.

Number 2: Walk, Don’t Run: This one is a no-brainer. Running is for suckers, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. If your boss gives you shit for not working fast enough, explain that you have an 8 hour shift to endure, and the most efficient way to do it is to work at a steady pace. Faking old injuries comes in handy here too. Having a bad back can save you a truck load of trouble.

Number 3: Play Dumb: Usually the company thinks you’re an idiot anyways, otherwise they’d be paying you a hell of a lot more. If you’re smarter than your boss thinks you are, this can easily be used to your advantage. Don’t be fooled, proving that you’re smarter does not lead to promotions, no matter what they told you in the job interview. You should never, ever admit to knowingly doing something wrong, but if you’re boss does catch you red handed, claim ignorance. It may not hold up in court, but it’s your best bet when trying to wiggle out of a jam. Furthermore, if you’re stuck in front of the human resources dude, and he’s telling you it was funny how you offered your “Impaler” to the girl at the front desk, or that he understood why you pocketed 500 dollars from the company register, continue to claim you have no idea what he’s talking about. He may act like he’s your best friend, but all he’s trying to do is get you to own up. Remember, no confession, no case.

Number 4: Know Your Terrain: Most working environments have little things you can exploit. The manager can’t be everywhere at once, punch cards aren’t always monitored carefully, some working areas are shit for communication. If you work in a large area, find out where the manager is, and once you’re out of sight feel free to goof off. Find out how to abuse the system. Want an example? Unscheduled breaks are a luxury that can be enjoyed in any workplace, if you know how to do it right.

Number 5: Bathroom Breaks are a Right, Not a Privilege: I don’t care what kind of asshole you have for a boss, he can’t fire you for using the can. People who crap on their breaks are suckers, there’s nothing like taking a dump on company time. Bring a hand-held video game with you if you like. Handled smoothly you can last 20 minutes sitting on the crapper, even if you don’t have to go. If you’re feeling cocky, you can do it multiple times and claim you have diarrhea. Then, in addition to pissing away (no pun intended) anywhere from 20-40 minutes on the can, you can claim illness and move on to number 6.

Number 6: Take Advantage of First Aid: Often company policy is that if you sustain any injury, you go immediately to the first aid room. And that does mean ANY injury, right down to a paper cut. The rationale is that it will get you used to reporting accidents, and also the injury might be more serious than you think. So next time you’re bored, take out your pen knife and draw a drop of blood from your pinky finger. Then you can begin the long, slow walk to the first aid room, stand around and wait while the attendant is summoned, and then you can sit and chat while he cleans, disinfects, and bandages your little ‘red badge of courage.’ Then enjoy the long, slow walk back to your station. Handled smoothly, this should use up another 20 minutes.

That should be enough to get you started. Once you put your mind to it, you should be able to find plenty of your own little tricks. Every job is different, but there are always loopholes. You might lose that 10 cent/hour raise you were promised, but you should be able to gain a few hundred bucks worth of stolen time. And don’t worry if your boss gets pissed. Remember, you’re just doing your job.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Do No Harm

"Hello, my name is Klaus, I'm a manager at Rustler's and I wanted you to come in for an interview."

That was how it started. I was fresh off my seventeenth birthday and was trying to afford both gas and drug money in the spring of '85. Every spare moment was used filling out job applications. In a surprising fact, Rustler was not the first interview I went on. The day before I received the call from Klaus, I was invited to come and interview for a job at McDonald's. So I went to the interview at MickeyDee's and the following day I had set up my interview for Rustler Steak House. Now beggars can't be choosers and I had already accepted a job at McDonald's the previous day, but I figured "What the heck? Just go and see what happens." Besides I had never actually spoken to someone named Klaus, it could have been fun.

The next day I drove to Marlton and parked "The Stang" (before it got the most awesomest paint job, at the time it was brown, it would soon be "Hell Black". That was the name of the paint. It was of course black but when you got up close to it there was red flecks in it. Way cool. But I digress. I interviewed and he offered me a job. Now here was my first exposure to the business world and I was suddenly a commodity that was in high demand. How the hell did that happen? Yeah, I know, 17 year olds looking for a minimum wage part time job are so hard to find. Now I had to make a decision. It was actually a "no brainer" Rustler was only a few miles down the street, not even 6 to be exact. I think. McDonald's was in Voorhees, which was near where I went to school and thought it would be cool to be able to leave school and go right to work. My first schedule I was given for McD's were all 6-11 shifts. I was done school at 2:15, what the frigg? I told the manager when I interviewed it would be good if I could get like 3:00 shifts since leaving school and driving home and then driving back only to work five hours and drive back home again. Shit, all my money would be spent on gas alone. Seemed kinda pointless as well as weedless.

On the other hand... Klaus, who after conferring with his boss (who happened to be Cindy Johnson, later to be Cindy Johnson Barr, and a very close friend for many years) said I was hired at Rustler and could I come in for my training. I asked him what was my schedule. He said he could give me between 20 and thirty hours a week usually 3-9 or 4-10 shifts.

We have a winner!

So the rest is history. But I often wonder what it would have been like if I had worked at the golden arches instead? Considering I met my best friend working at Rustler's and even though time has taken away some of the innocence and naivete of that seventeen year old man (boy?) it has given me lasting memories, when the memory works. A lifetime of laughter, fun, tears, love, and somewhere out there is someone who knows why I said "Burma". All in all, I'd say it was a good choice.


Saturday, September 16, 2006

Deus Ex Machina


I'm tired of all these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane.- Samuel L. Jackson

The cast was all there - the unnaturally beautiful blonde girl who doesn't realize she's hot. The drunk frat boy. Two surly wannabe white gangstas in sideways baseball caps. Prostitots (you know, the preteen little ho's in training). A row full of computer geeks. Another row full of high school kids. And there, front and center, a father and his seven year old son. We were dug in and armed to the teeth with Twizzlers and popcorn and soda and beer, yeah one of the guys I work with actually was able to sneak some in. It was opening night for the most highly anticipated movie of the summer: Snakes on a Plane.

The trailers were well picked: Beer Fest, a few thrillers, Tenacious D the Movie, something else that looked hilarious but I've forgotten... we all forgot the trailers as soon as the logo popped up on the screen. The room went apeshit. Popcorn flew into the air like dirt from an explosion, and fifty voices screamed "Snakes on a Plane, motherfucker!" It was on.
The girls flinched as the Chinese man beat the shit out of the prosecutor. They held their breaths as the Chinese Mob broke into that guy's apartment - then Samuel L. Jackson came on the screen, and the theater filled with that rushing water sound of vaginas wetting in unison. I put my feet on the back of the seat in front of me in case any puddles washed over the floor.

A plot twist, an interrogation, a cut scene... and then the first snake. The women watched in horror as the snake did what randy snakes do to buxom female extras in horror flicks. My eyes bounced from supple bosom to the father and seven year old son. Father was faking prudish offense; son's breathing had stopped as his pupils dilated. The drunk frat boy yelled; I yelled; we all yelled, for more, more, more! The computer geeks screamed Hardcore! and one of them excused himself to the bathroom. It was the first snake attack of the movie; everyone with illicit booze downed a long, comforting swallow.

The rest of the movie played out as one would expect: the normal cast of character actors died in sadistically pleasant ways - snakebites, mainly - as Jackson ran back and forth with all manner of weapons. The overtly gay steward dodged a cobra; and a coral snake; and more snakes. The fat, elderly, and unimportant-looking actors didn't fare so well. At every death, we cheered; at every strike, we drank. Gay Steward put a snake in a microwave; we chanted "Two More Minutes!" It was very Rocky Horror, only we were mocking and cheering and heckling an angry black man beset by snakes on a plane.

Somewhere between the fat Hawaiian woman getting a snake up her dress and the point where the hypochondriac gets smashed by a runaway drink cart, the father and son got up and ran out of the theater. It's like they couldn't take buxom breasts, an anaconda eating a businessman, Samuel L. Jackson going off on tirades, or the stress of watching two dozen overpaid actors shoot their serious-drama careers in the face. We loved it; there were standing ovations every time any character used the phrase "snakes on a plane". When the FBI raided the rare snake guy's ranch, there arose the un-orchestrated call "snakes in a barn!" Possible sequel, that is.

Every cheap thrill moment - snakes attacking the camera from out of nowhere - the Prostitots shrieked. They squirmed, and then looked accusatorily back and forth as if to suggest that the noise and the motion had come from one of their twelve year old friends and not themselves. Every gratuitous death, the guys cheered. Popcorn flew at inappropriate times. People stepped on the actors' lines, heckling the screen, screaming what they thought were spoilers - and they were right more often than not. These only added to the experience. They were - we were - movie hooligans turned loose with alcohol and sticky candy and the summer's worst movie on the screen... and it was beautiful.

See that movie. It's going to be huge - a cult movie forged in the mainstream. And that's good for everyone. And while you're there, check the back row, I might be there, naked under a trench coat.

Friday, September 15, 2006

lizard attack

Don't know if you all have seen this before but it is one of the best reactions I have ever seen. I laughed my ass off. Keep an eye on the borrom left hand corner to watch the small lizard (gecko maybe?) jump on the anchor. Then the fun begins!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Numbers

Mount Vesuvius of Ass (This story takes place in the not too distant past, but was something I needed to share with you all. You'll thank me later. Or not.)

Twenty-one courses.

That's how much food was still in me, with no relief in sight. Every five hours I was hungry again, and every five hours I ate another few courses. I finally ran out of food, so I ambled down to the grocery store. The obvious solutions stared me in the face: fruit juice, Ex-Lax, People Magazine - interminable drivel about celebrity couples could make any man shit himself. But instead of those weapons, of whose magical properties I've availed myself for many a practical joke, I wandered the aisles aimlessly seeking salvation.

The usual suspects were straight out: meat, cheese, bread, the staples of my American diet. They haven't helped for the last twenty-one courses, and only a fool would expect them to help now. There are dairy farmers who haven't shat (to conjugate a verb) since the '60s. I needed something surefire, something like... vegetables. But not vegetables.

Ha! The tea section, straight ahead, and I made a break for the endcap display. Hippies are always farting, up and down the street farting like they mix their granola with biodiesel, and where there's smoke there's fire. And hippies drink tea. It was clearly the ideal way to eat vegetables: tea leaves are leaves after all, and leaves are vegetables, so boil the shit out of them and slurp the juice, 'cause that's the American way. And caffeine is both a diuretic and an expectorant, so go for the gonzo.

There were boxes upon boxes, boxes containing boxes of boxes and sleeves of various shapes, all coddling and protecting their little white pouches of shredded plants like a middle school kid with his first dime bag. I scanned the names: Mandarin Orange Spice, with the picture of an oriental woman made up like a Geisha. Earl Grey, who I swear was a math teacher somewhere in my childhood. Lemon, and Lemon Zing, the difference being about a dollar a box and some uninspired marketing. Then, Morning Thunder, with a picture of an angry buffalo blowing steam out of its nose and "Contains Caffeine" in thirty-point font. That's the ticket - four bucks a box, "contains twenty bags." Oh hell yeah.

I brought it home and prepared for the main event, gathering the candles from the bedroom and the FHM off the couch, moving them into the bathroom. I arranged it meticulously - as for once I had the leisure of infinite time - and went back to boil a pot full of water. The tea leaves were brown. Dark brown, like they had been stained with the same color that painted that buffalo, and I wondered if buffalo hair was some secret ingredient. Hippies can't be trusted. It said to let the bags steep for one or two minutes, but owing the importance of the situation and utter lack of urgency, I dumped in all twenty and left them to boil for about half an hour. When I came back the pot was bubbling like a cauldron and frothing for some reason I don't understand, filled overfull with some foul concoction more ink than water and so dark I couldn't even see it. It sucked in all the light in the room, and I felt just a little bit intimidated as I cautiously turned the heat off and tried to stir. It groaned angrily and blew steam from the top of the pot. I let it sit for awhile as I finished preparations - I made a bowl of baked beans, as insurance, and set a notebook and pen on the floor in case I needed to record my final moments of agony before dying in a methane supernova.

The stage was set, the tea lukewarm and threatening, and my nerve was stone. I marched in there with the tea in one hand and the Philadelphia Inquirer in the other, sat down, and proceeded to drink that entire eight cup percolator of Morning Thunder poison. I read through the headlines about the oil situation, the ones about Iraq and political appointments, looking in vain for any word that would suggest Michael Bolton had been lost at sea in a tragic rowboat-and-concrete accident, and cast the paper aside in disgust. The FHM was calling, so I bent forward to pick it up off the floor, and something magic happened in those ten degrees. My o-ring stretched as wide as the Big Dig and something resembling a PaveWay guided bomb fell to earth. It could have scared hell out of an elephant.

It was followed by a series of anal explosions I can only liken to the fiery death we rained on the Taliban in November 2001; after it was done, the displaced air rushed back into the room, blowing out the candles and leaving me lurching and jerking in darkness.

Ladies, I still have no idea what childbirth feels like, but you have no concept either about what I went through for the next forty-five minutes. Every time I moved, every angle and position, every breath, every cough, pulled something loose from somewhere inside of me until I was shitting food I had not even eaten yet. Somewhere in my colon is a little black hole that decided for whatever reason to reverse its gravity and expel matter heretofore unintroduced to our poor planet.

I discovered the limits of courtesy flushing, the point at which the water runs continuously and the toilet paper unfurls like the tail of a speeding comet. There came a point where I was detached from my own ordeal, where the water and the paper and the shit rushed together through the darkness and I felt but a bystander to my own fate. The toilet paper ran out and I groped crazily for the newspaper, ripping the pages as I approached the eye of the shitstorm.
Had I the foresight to put my camera in that room, it could have sat on a tripod and snapped until the memory card was full and perhaps captured that elusive "most offensive photograph" as fitting epitaph to our decadent age. Something tells me that wiping my ass with a headline about world hunger, surrounded by half-burnt candles with two months' worth of calories shooting down the yawning porcelain hole would have come pretty close.

I didn't know the extent of the damage, and couldn't feel anything below my waist for an hour after the onset. The clouds still rumbled, but like lightning, it's not dangerous until it shoots for the ground. So there I laid, curled on my side, naked between shirt and shoes at the edge of destruction, glowing in the computers faint blue light, softly weeping.