Saturday, June 4, 2011

MAD MAD MAD MAD MOVIES reviews THE BEAST AND THE VIXENS!

 

...we see Bigfoot rising from the underbrush like a zombie from his grave, as drawn-on lightning flashes from a clear blue sky! Luckily he's within striding distance of a nice-looking KOA Kampground, where a headkerchiefed hippie lady has just finished an afternoon rowboat excursion and climbed out onto the bank to shed all her clothes and take a nap. Like you do. Overcome by perfectly natural acquisitive desires, the stealthy manbeast quickly lopes up, snatches the hippie, and spirits her off to his woodland abode. To what dark purpose we can only conjecture and fear!...

 

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Friday, June 3, 2011

Think you've seen it all? Then you haven't seen THE BRADY BUNCH as a horror film!

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DOCTOR WHO the fan-anime

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More min/MAX comin' at ya!

'Human Centipede Anonymous'

Thursday, June 2, 2011

THE LOCAL HEROES: Infant Terrible


Infant Terrible
by
Al Bruno III
The River City police station had only one interrogation room. A two-way mirror dominated one side of the wide chamber, the other walls were painted a dull shade of blue. There was a table and two chairs in the center of the room. A woman sat in one of the chairs, her clothes were black but her apron was white and covered with unpleasant-looking stains. She scratched idly at her hair net with one of her cuffed hands. Her face was egg-shaped and she wore far too much makeup. Her eyes were cruel and unblinking.

The thick metal door to the interrogation room swung open. The figure that strode up to the bare metal desk wore a purple costume and cowl that hid everything but her long red hair. “Julia Infant,” she began, “the Mad Chef of Schenectady.”

So they sent you...” Julia Infant's voice was deep, “...the Maven.”

The florescent lights buzzed. The Maven sat down in the empty chair, “What did you expect? Everyone else on my team is busy cleaning up your messes.”

The other woman chuckled, “Yes. I imagine it has been a long night for you, and it the night isn’t over yet.”

Just after sunset River City had gone mad with crime; violent bank robberies, random assaults, and explosive jaywalking. A cloud of mayhem had descended upon River City and that cloud was heavy with the odor of fresh bread.

The Maven knew it was all to distract the police and superheroes from the Mad Chef's real goal. She said, “You failed to steal the Cursed Spoon Of Nephren-Ka and you’re in police custody. It’s over. We just have to deal with the last of your dough-boys.”

Actually I prefer the term People of Cruller.

The Maven's cowl hid her entire face but there was no disguising the menace in her voice. She leaned forward, “No puns. Do you hear me? No puns ever.”

Puns? Is that your weakness? Your soft center?”

This was all the Maven needed, fights, car chases and exploding robots made from pastries she could take but she had no patience for mayhem of a paronomasiac nature. Especially not when one of her team mates had been nearly blinded by toxic frosting. “Where are the hostages?” she said.

Ah... the hostages. I knew it would come to that.”

Any time the mayor, the chief of police and a visiting celebrity were all kidnapped it was a bad sign. It was an even worse sign when all three men were former superheroes.

Tell me where they are...” the Maven said, “...and it will go easier on you.”

Julia Infant put her feet on the table and leaned back. “I may be in your little local jail but as long as I have them I’m still in charge.” She laced her cuffed hands behind her head, “And you thought all my little schemes were half-baked.”

The Maven kicked the tabled aside and lifted the Mad Chef up by her apron straps. “I said no puns! They’re the lowest form of humor. Just like you’re the lowest form of life!”

It must be so much pressure!” the villainess burst into laughter. Then she hit the Maven with all the force of a lunch lady linebacker. “Your teammates are brawlers, wizards and but you! You’re supposed to be the world’s greatest detective.”

I’m not here to play games with you!” The Maven said as she was driven back into the wall with bruising force.

They retreated to opposite ends of the room. Julia Infant grinned, “See I’m just a small town chef turned criminal but I've given you a meaty dilemma. Now the question is do you have the chops?”

I said no puns!”

The other woman pulled free of her grip and backed away,“You think you’re Sherlock Holmes in spandex! What of you don’t find them in time?” Julia Infant rubbed her hands together in anticipation, “I want you to give me the Spoon and let me walk out of here. You do that and the hostages go free. You’ll get them all- the mayor, the chief of police and Gordon Ramsey. I’ll hand them to you on a silver platter. If you don't, you're gonna end up with egg on your face.”

The Maven looked the other woman up and down, then she spoke into her two-way wrist communicator, “Captain Hero? They're on the North side of town, in the old metalworks. Be careful, the doors are booby-trapped. Gunpowder bombs with tripwires.”

...how? ...how could you know?” the Mad Chef's went pale with shock, “this is some kind of trick!”

"There’s fresh asphalt on your shoes,” the Maven righted one of the chairs and offered it, “that told me you were operating on the North side of River City. There are extensive road repairs going on in preparation for the opening of the new international bottle museum. I also noticed an insect bite on your neck. It’s too small to be a mosquito and the wound shows signs of minor skin necrosis. The old metalworks is known to be infested with brown recluse spiders.”

You... you...” the Mad Chef slowly sat down.

There’s gunpowder on your apron and a slight cut on the left thumb of your glove. A sure sign you were using piano wire for booby traps”

...not possible...”

So you’ve lost your hostages, all your plans have failed and you are going to jail for a long ,long time.” The Maven started to leave but then paused,“As you might say, it’s your just desserts.”

The slamming of the thick metal door muffled Julia Infant's scream of outrage.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

FULLY VESTED (a serial novel) chapter one

IN THIS TWILIGHT

Fully Vested


Chapter One


By AL BRUNO III




Two Weeks Before


Sunlight streamed in from the open window, it made Mike Carter have to squint to make out the stranger sitting behind the mahogany desk. The shiny nameplate on the front of that desk read Brian Hayes, and the man studying Mike’s resume was lean with dark neat hair. After five weeks of interviews all the faces had started to look the same. The individual features might change but those cool eyes and well trained plastic smiles never did. The Human Resources director at Mike’s old job had been just like that, he’d worn the same expression for the downsizing that he’d worn for the office Christmas party.


They’re all the same. Mike thought, It doesn’t matter if they’re corporate wonks just passing through or if they’re true believers, they’re all fakes.


Brian Hayes looked up from the resume, “Why the scowl?”


“Oh.” Mike tried to shift his expression, “The sun is in my eyes.”


“I’m sorry,” Brian flicked a switch on his desk and the blinds whispered to a close. He grinned, “Neat huh?”


Mike was blinking, waiting for his vision to adjust, “Very.”


“What did we do before technology?” Brian chuckled to himself, “So, Mike, what makes you think that the Trinity Advance Corporation is the next step in your career path?”


Career path? I’m just trying to survive.


“Well, I’ve heard a lot of great things about your company...” Mike began his well-rehearsed spiel.


There were framed butterflies mounted on both walls of the office, Mike tried to gauge his posture and deportment from the translucent reflections he cast on their panes.


The truth was Mike didn’t like what he saw, prematurely gray hair and a sloppy physique. He was in his forties but he looked ten years older. Mike knew he was the kind of person everyone overlooked, from women, to family to employers. How many times had he fought his way to middle management only to find himself let go when it was time to trim the fat? The first few times it happened he had tried to be good humored about it but this was downsizing number five and it was always right before he was about to claw his way out of debt.


I’m washed up. He thought glumly, Washed up at forty-eight. I deserve better than this.


“You like the butterflies?” Brian Hayes asked.


“Oh. Yes. They’re very eye catching,” Mike shrunk in his seat.


Great. Now he thinks I’m not paying attention.


Brian Hayes laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back, “I used to be really into the whole butterfly collecting thing but work rarely leaves me any time for it.”


“That’s too bad,” Mike said, but the truth was he thought butterfly collecting was a creepy-ass hobby.


“Funny isn’t it? We get jobs to make money so we can do what we want in our spare time and then we suddenly find we’ve got no time or energy left because of our jobs,” Brian Hayes smiled, “what are your hobbies Mike?”


“I Don’t have any.”


“Oh, well are you a family man? That’s a career in itself.”


“No wife, no kids.”


Brian Hayes leaned forward, “I see. Than I have to ask, Mike, what are your passions?”


For a moment Mike thought to lie, to say something like Work is my passion. But in the end he just shrugged and said, “I don’t have any.”



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(Insane News) Nude man, swearing about bears, arrested in Millcreek Canyon

article found via FARK.com

Visitors at the Terraces Picnic Area in Millcreek Canyon saw more than a scenic landscape on Sunday when authorities arrested two men, including one suspect who allegedly wandered around picnic sites with his pants down to his ankles while yelling obscenities.

Rangers for the U.S. Forest Service arrived in the picnic area after witnesses called to report a partially nude man, who at one point shouted out concerns about “f------ bears,” according to charges filed Tuesday in U.S. District Court....

...Officers found Nunlist-Young wandering in the Porter Fork homes area, without a shirt in 38-degree weather. Nunlist-Young was allegedly behaving “lost and incoherent,” according to charges. Nunlist-Young told officers that he was “tripping off of psilocybin mushrooms,” and that he didn’t know where his friend, Bittle, was, according to charges.

Nunlist-Young was able to provide officers with a description of Bittle’s vehicle, which officers found parked in another area. An officer found Bittle in the vehicle “spaced out and acting like a 5-year-old,” charges state...

 

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Behold the glory that is GEORGE LUCAS STRIKES BACK!

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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

(Opinions wanted) Just tidying up my stories KOEHAHA and TROCHILDAE...

 

Wanted to add a little dash more of Lovecraft and correct any typos. What do you think?

 

Koehaha

 

Trochildae

I give you now A VISION OF HELL!!!!!!!!!

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(This is true) Last night at dinner...

Last night at dinner I thought I had grabbed the ketchup from the fridge it was only after I had taken a bite of my burger that I realized I had slathered it in strawberry syrup and mustard. I still feel queasy.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Sorry PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES fans...

This week's installment of FOREPLAY ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER is delayed. My wife's hospital trip and the stress that came with it put me a little behind schedule, well that and overtime at work.

I will have a fresh installment next week I promise.