Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I am a little torn with this one. Will I see it? Probably but there are some horror films I am a little afraid to see- a SERBIAN FILM for instance, THE BUNNY GAME for another. I wonder how far this film will go. MAYTRS was pretty much the limit of my tolerance.
We need more Lovecraftian horror these days...
A LONDON woman is recovering after her breast implant was ruptured during a game of paintball - the first time such an injury is believed to have occurred in Britain. The woman's bizarre injury, suffered last weekend, caused UK Paintball - which operates more than 50 facilities throughout the UK - to insist that women with breast enhancements now wear extra chest protection, the Croydon Guardian reported...
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
IN THIS TWILIGHT
The Mask Collector
Sunday June 1st 2003
Instinctively Darren grasped at his chest when he awoke.
Disoriented and shaking he fumbled for the lamp on his nightstand, knocking the clock radio from its perch. It blared to life, filling the darkness with rasping static and shreds of classic rock. Darren cursed under his breath, trying to make himself be calm but the nightmare was still rattling around in his head. The half-remembered half -imagined vision of himself with chest pains that would soon blossom into a full blown cardiac arrest. Except this time he wasn't safe in the old apartment with Marnie somewhere nearby to save him. This time he was alone out in the middle of nowhere and he couldn't even draw breath to scream because it felt like his chest was in a vise.
Darren found the lamp; pale yellow light flooded the room. He sat on the edge and moved his line of sight up from the toppled clock along the wall of unpacked boxes to settle on the phone. The need to call Marnie was almost impossible to ignore, just to talk to her for a moment. His fingers twitched in anticipation of dialing her number.
No. Oh No. He reached down and made sure the alarm settings hadn't been changed in the fall. No looking back.
Darren switched off the lamp and lay back down, drawing the blankets up around his chin. He tried to think of something pleasant to lull himself to sleep. His thoughts drifted to the Japanese nursing student he always spied reading at the Starbucks near his work. One of these days he was going to chat her up.
Maybe even on Monday. Why not? I'm a free man now.
Darren closed his eyes, and heard voices.
Or maybe it was just one voice.
He sat up in bed, his pulse starting to race all over again. The Hell... What is that?
The voices were muffled and indistinct, full of grunting syllables and monotone half chants, every few moments the voices would be drowned out by a flurry of scuffling. Darren got out of bed and pressed his ear to the bedroom wall, the voice or voices became more distinct yet he still couldn't make out what was being said.
This is the wall I share with Chad in 1668. He thought, What is he doing at two in the morning?
Sounds like a party. Or maybe he's talking to himself.
Work was tomorrow, Darren couldn't afford to be up all night. He pulled the bed away from the wall and slept on it facing in the other direction. He promised himself that tomorrow he would speak to Sir Chad of English Nobility about keeping it down.
Chad Lunt... What kind of a name is that anyway? Sounds like a character in a bad action movie.
Apparently Gays can cause earthquakes. Does Professor X know about this?
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL??
Gay Rights are HUMAN RIGHTS people.
Don’t like gay marriage? Don’t get one.
Don’t like abortions? Don’t get one.
Don’t like drugs? Don’t do them.
Don’t like sex? Don’t have it.
Don’t like your rights taken away?
Don’t take away anybody elses.
(Reuters) - A magnitude 5.9 earthquake struck the East Coast from Virginia to at least Boston on Tuesday, the U.S. Geological Survey said.
The earthquake was centered in Mineral, Virginia, which is 92 miles southwest of Washington, D.C., the U.S. Geological Survey said...
I am in Greesboro- it surprised the Hell out of me.
Hope everyone is ok.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. – Canisters of bull semen caused quite a scare on the on-ramp to Interstate 65 South Tuesday morning.
The canisters fell off a Greyhound bus just after 5 a.m. as the bus traveled around the curve of the ramp just south of downtown Nashville.
Fire and emergency crews were called to the scene amid reports of a foul odor.
When they discovered four unmarked canisters with steam and an unpleasant odor coming from them, they shut down the on-ramp and called HAZMAT crews...
Moffat: ...we are airing in 2012. The only thing that’s happening is that we’re moving a bit later... There’s lots of reasons for that that will become clear quite soon... It is certainly not a reduced episode count. Do you think the BBC would really let that happen? With an average audience of 10 million?... Doctor Who’s international profile is huge. It’s never been more successful. You’re not going to reduce a show like this. The opposite is going to happen, in fact...
Not going to reduce? Does that mean we are getting more episides per season? Or more specials or Colin Baker in a speedo? I can't wait.
Doctor Who's time-traveling Doctor is sometimes a mythic figure and sometimes a fool, but there's one thing he always is -- and that's damned hard to kill. Not only he is brilliant, someone who will get their way out of the damnedest situations and send evil scurrying, but even in times when evil and /or fate catches up with him, and he suffers some kind of mortal would, he has the power to regenerate into a new being with perfect health. Now, the latter reason is why the Doctor's enemies have found it so hard to kill him and make him stay dead, but the former reason -- that cunning and resourcefulness -- is why when he is presented as nearly dying in some ways that are say... stupid, then it's glaringly noticeable and makes you want to throw your jelly babies at the screen. Here's seven of those extremely stupid ways The Doctor has almost died...
Thanks to CHUCK NORRIS ATE MY BABY for the heads up.
Once DC started releasing the cover images of what the New DC Universe would look like, it got me wondering what the New DC Universe would look like ... if it were out of DC's hands....
Monday, August 22, 2011
Hysteria over the "grease devil" urban legend is causing riots in Sri Lanka
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Price Breaks And Heartaches
A journal of retail and failed romance
Al And Tallulah’s Wild Ride
But my life wasn’t all dirty talk and buffing floors. My first year of college was winding down. I was doing well enough with finals, strong in History and English, weak in Math and the Sciences. I had a lot of friends and I had even become something of a campus character. Sadly being a campus character in a 2 year college is roughly equivalent to having an Internet following, it makes you feel good inside but it still doesn't give you anything to brag about at your high school reunion.
Not that I don't appreciate you dear reader and you wouldn’t catch me dead at a high school reunion.
When I wasn't attending classes I was in the common room joking around with my literary magazine pals, when I wasn't there I was at work or better yet with Tallulah. I hardly saw my family anymore, which meant we got along so much better.
I was happy and content for the first time in my life and even though I could hardly believe it sometimes I rarely thought of Lilly. I didn't imagine her getting undressed anymore, with the soft whisper of cloth over skin, the gentle curves of her body, the sound of the police as they dragged me off for peeping through her window...
Sorry. Where was I?
“The man the legend!” Will sat down beside me in the common room.
“Hey dude.” I looked up from my paperback copy of The Nightrunners, a book that contained scenes that would still haunt me twenty years later.
“I'm taking Priscilla out this weekend.”
“Oh that is awesome.” I high fived him. He had been trying to romance that girl for then entire semester and like me had had managed to walk that fine line between sweetness and stalking until he was rewarded.
“I'm going to take her out to sing karaoke.”
“Oh.” I said, knowing 'karaoke' is Japanese for 'tone deaf', “You sure about that?”
“You bet.” He was all smiles, “The way I figure it the minute she hears my rendition of Burnin' Love she's gonna be all over me.”
“Now when you say all over...”
Will was too busy staring off into space anticipating, “We're totally gonna do it Al. So long as my parents aren't home. I can see it now, the soft curves of her body, the light from my lava lamp tracing shadows across her skin-”
“Woah there!” I said, “Save it for the ladies pal.”
We talked long into the afternoon, I still can't believe some students used that room for studying.
Most Fridays my family went to Fonda Speedway to watch the modified sportsman stock cars race and to eat the cholesterol soaked food they served at the concession stand. Since I had the house to myself I invited Tallulah over and we watched a movie or two. We would snuggle down on the couch our arms around each other and pop a rented film in the VCR.
Now for those of you readers born after they canceled Happy Days let me explain before Video on Demand, Pay Per View, iPods and DVDs they had these things called Video Cassettes that were about the size of a hardcover novel that held two reels of magnetic tape that contained a video image. You would load these cassettes into a device called a VCR that would play them.
Oh wait. None of you kids know what a book is either do you.
Tallulah said, “This is terrible.”
“Yeah.” I agreed, “What do you want to do now?”
We were watching a film called Blood Hook the story of a fisherman driven mad by the sound of cicadas. It was structured like many slasher flicks of the time but the killer used a special fishing rod and a giant lure with cruel looking hooks on it.
It sounds better then it was.
Then again that was pretty much my plan. The worse the movie the sooner we could end up having sex on my parents' couch. Even now I wonder if I was really all that clever or if she was in on the plan, after all how many girlfriends would willingly let their boyfriend rent Make Then Die Slowly or Night of the Blood Farmers?
“Oh I don't know...” She said with a roll of her eyes but I was already unbuttoning her shirt.
We went from hand holding to caressing, shifting aside each other's clothing with practice, she had been wearing her hair in pigtails but soon let it hang loose, pooling around her. I wished I had the money to take her to a cabin in the woods somewhere with a fireplace, a brass bed and the wind howling in the distance.
But we had to let the flicker from the profoundly crappy film playing on the TV be our firelight, the rickety couch be our bed and the confused growls of my mother's favorite Shih Tzu be our wind. Together we lost track of time, lost track of each of the world, only knowing the feel of flesh against flesh. This was no cheesy romance novel or adolescent fantasy but God damn I’m writing it just like one.
When it was over we were both breathless, we held each other close listening to the hiss of static on the television and the sound of the VCR rewinding. As I have said before, despite all my tales of high slapstick and low tragedy I have been blessed many perfect moments in my life- this was one of them.
When we could speak again Tallulah whispered in my ear, “I think you broke the arm of the couch.”
“I think I had an out of body experience.”