Saturday, December 8, 2012

"When I held your brain in my arms." SING IT Mst3k!

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What if Norman Rockwell lived in Gotham? Mark Dos Santos and BUZZFEED know!

From BUZZFEED

 

 

 

BUZZFEED has the 27 most perfectly timed photos of the year.

Here are my five favorites.

 

 

 

 

The rest can be found at BUZZFEED.

Jim Henson's CLOCKWORK ORANGE BABIES?

Another magnificent installment of THE SECRET KNOTS has arrived!

The BBC has just given us a glimpse of the new TARDIS interior!

MAD MAD MAD MAD MOVIES speaks about the NIGHT OF THE BLOODY APES.

 

 

 

 

...local brain surgeon and organ-transplant specialist Dr. Krallman (José Elías Moreno) has a problem. His angel-faced son Julio (Agustín Martínez Solares) is bed-ridden with terminal leukemia, and all the specialists at his hospital have given the boy up for dead. But like any devoted father, the good doctor is not about to take that lying down. In an astonishing feat of scientific reasoning, Krallman deduces that the blood of a more powerful creature--say, a gorilla, for example--might be able to fight off the cancer where puny human blood has failed. But since gorilla-juice is clearly too potent for the human circulatory system, he figures he'll need to swap out Julio's heart for an organ of the simian persuasion. Then bang! Roberto es su tío!

It's true what they say: sometimes the simplest answer is the best.

With the assistance of his slavishly devoted manservant Goyo (Carlos López Moctezuma), the doctor sets about putting his plan into action. Sneaking into the Federal District's most un-security-conscious zoo, the two old men easily purloin a primate and plop its pumper into Papa's poor pestilential progeny, post-haste. In a few hours, the boy is on the mend, the doctor's hypothesis is proved, and the overcrowded monkey house at the zoo has some much-needed extra space...

 

to read the rest visit MAD MAD MAD MAD MOVIES

 

 

The Nightgaunts have arrived in LOVECRAFT IS MISSING.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The following music video is a shot-for shot remake of the opening credits for THE PRISONER...

From BOING BOING



and lets not forget the magnificent original...

(Insane News) Oh great NOW you tell me!!!

My serial novel THE COLD INSIDE is one year old! What do you think so far?


  




BOOK ONE
A Soul In Tension
Chapter One
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Two
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Three
     part one
     part two
     part three


Chapter Four
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Five
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Six
     part one
     part two
     part three


Chapter Seven
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Eight
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Nine
     part one
     part two
     part three


Chapter Ten
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Eleven
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Twelve
     part one
     part two
     part three


Chapter Thirteen
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Fourteen
    part one
    part two
    part three

Chapter Fifteen
     part one
     part two
     part three
BOOK TWO
The Son And The Heir

Chapter Sixteen
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Seventeen
    part one
    part two
    part three

Chapter Eighteen
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Nineteen
     part one
     part two
     part three

Chapter Twenty
     part one
     part two
     part three 


THE COLD INSIDE (a serial novel) Chapter Twenty part three



THE COLD INSIDE
Chapter Twenty
part three
by AL BRUNO III

Friday December 2, 1994

As far as Tristam was concerned it could have been worse. 

He got off with a stern reprimand and a night of detention, the same as everyone else involved in the snowball fight. The Dean spoke with Tristam after the other students had been dismissed, he made sure Tristam knew that he was on thinner ice than anyone else. He made sure Tristam knew how unwanted a presence he was at Blessed Heart and that if he didn’t want his parents to end up wasting their money he should keep his nose clean. 

In other words, same shit different day, Tristam thought as he made his way down the school’s front steps to find his mother's car waiting for him. The sun had already set and she was just a shadow behind the wheel. He started talking as he opened the car door, trying to head off the lecture he knew was coming, “Please let me explain what happened.” 

“Oh just shut up for God's sakes,” Pam said. 

He almost smiled at the sight of his sister, “When did you get your license?” 

“Some time soon,” she waited until he was buckled into his seat, then she slipped the car into gear and sped out of the lot.

“Watch it. You want us both to have police records?” 

That only made her drive faster, “Mom asked me to pick you up. She's so pissed she doesn't know if she can drive right now.”

“You know I didn't do anything.”

“You hit Evan with a friggin' brick.”

“A rock.” He corrected, “And it was an accident.”

“Accidentally on purpose.”

“No. Accidentally on accident,” Tristam paused to consider if what he had just said made any sense.

“Please, you wanted to hit him with that rock because he banged and dumped your old girlfriend.”

“No, he was picking on my friends-”

She snorted derisively, “Your nerd friends.”

“Maybe but so what? He got what he had coming.”

The Escort zipped through a yellow light, “Just like the dog?”

“Oh fuck you!”

“Look. I don't know what happened to you. You used to be a cool brother, moody but cool. Now I swear to God you're getting more and more psycho every day.”

“I am not psycho!”

“Yes you are. Yes you are!” She banged the steering wheel for emphasis, “I watch you and it's like watching a car wreck in slow motion.”

Now there's an appropriate metaphor, Tristam thought as they took a turn a little too sharply. The Escort’s tires squealed, the chassis lurched. “I can't believe you're taking Evan's side. You can't stand him.”

“This is not about you. Or Evan. This is about me. This is about Mom.”

“What?”

“You are ruining our lives with your bullshit. This is my senior year,” Pam said, “this is supposed to be the best year of my life.” 

“Oh my heart just bleeds-”

“And as for Mom, do you know how hard she works for us? Do you even care?”

“I care plenty,” Tristam said.

They pulled into a Burger Clown parking lot and eased their way into the drive through line “You sure don’t show it. Every time you pull one of your little stunts it kills her. It just kills her. You used to be her favorite.”

Stunts? Used to be?

“What do you want? Do you want me to kill myself?”

“Oh for Christ's sake!” She groaned. The cars inched forward, a stylized clown with a menu on its torso loomed ahead.

“What else can I do? I can't go to live with my Dad and Mom doesn’t want me in public school.”

“You'd get eaten alive in public school,” she said, “And what do you want?”

“Double Clown burger with no pickles,” he said.

“You might find this hard to believe but I don't hate you.”

“You’re right, that is hard to believe.”

Pam wouldn’t look at him, “Thing is as bad as it is it could be worse. They don't do some of the things they want to do to you because they don't want to piss me off.”

“So-”

“Hang on.”

They reached the fiberglass effigy, Pam rolled down the window and placed their order. Tristam fumed, all this over a damn rock. The speaker crackled an amount and a request to drive up to the first window. The Escort rolled forward.

Tristam asked “So what you’re saying is that I’ve been getting an acceptable level of abuse?”

“You get what you deserve.” Pam looked up from rooting around in her purse long enough to glare at him, “But here's the thing, if I get one more incident until graduation. I won’t protect you anymore. Fuck it. I’ll think of stuff for them do to you.”

“Do you know how sick that sounds?”

She counted through the bills to make sure she had the right amount, “Maybe, but if you think this is bad wait until you get home.”



Somehow this video expresses my feelings about what 2012 has been like for me...

From BOING BOING

 

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