Friday, May 9, 2014

(Recommended Hotness) Thank God it's Freshie Juice!

From her NSFW blog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wasn't all that interested in SNOWPIERCER but I have to admit the trailer has changed my mind...

From io9

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Holy Crap! They made a sequel to DON’T LOOK IN THE BASEMENT?

From ARROW IN THE HEAD



Anyone remember the original? 

Anthony Vailbiro sings 'Talk Dirty To Me' in 20 different styles. Very cool.

Found via BUZZFEED

Just when you thought things couldn't get wilder at SUPER-TEAM FAMILY - It's Galactus Vs. Zapp Brannigan!

From SUPER-TEAM FAMILY

Water you waiting for? Watch the trailer for THE DROWNSMAN!

From DREAD CENTRAL



Talk about holding a grudge! Check out the trailer for BACKTRACK: NAZI REGRESSION...

From DREAD CENTRAL



PLAID STALLIONS presents more suits you probably shouldn't wear to a job interview...

From the always fashionable PLAID STALLIONS

 

BEHIND THE COUCH has an excellent review for CITADEL…

From BEHIND THE COUCH

Right from the get-go, with its depictions of an all-too-real council estate in Glasgow, having long fallen into decline and become a shadowy place of dereliction and menace, writer/director Foy establishes an atmosphere of dread and creepy tension. With its opening scene, in which Tommy (Aneurin Barnard) watches helplessly as a group of hooded youths attack his pregnant wife, unable to do anything as he’s stuck in the rickety lift of the tower block where they live, Foy ratchets up the tension good and tight. And rarely lets go. Effortlessly playing on contemporary social fears and anxieties, such as the breakdown of community, the failure of welfare systems set up to help the vulnerable, and the increasing threat from hoodlum culture, Citadel is a dark and taut horror, but one that is, for the most part anyway, grounded in a sense of reality...

The trailer for GOTHAM looks pretty darn awesome...

Can this work? And on FOX for that matter? The mighty Calvin is not so sure...

The trailer for COHERENCE isn't exactly coherent but I like it!

From DREAD CENTRAL



CHILLING TALES FOR DARK NIGHTS presents...

From CHILLING TALES FOR DARK NIGHTS




(HEY THAT'S ME!!!!!)

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES: a journal of retail and failed romance



The somewhat true story of how I barely lost my virginity, almost missed out on true love and nearly lost my mind!

Portrait of the Writer as a Young Idiot by George Vasilakos

PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES VOLUME ONE 
available in Ebook Format for 99 Cents.

cover art by Sam Hunt

1. I NO LONGER FEAR HELL FOR I HAVE BEEN TO THE SENIOR PROM

2. WELCOME TO HELL, HERE'S YOUR SMOCK

3. THE FRIES AND THE FURY

4. PANTIES HALF OFF

5. ROADSIDE VELVET



PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES VOLUME TWO 
available in Ebook Format for 99 Cents.

cover art by Sam Hunt

5. PAPER HEARTS AND A RED HAIRED TART 

6. FOREPLAY ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER

7. Al And Tallulah’s Wild Ride

8. Remaindered, Rejected And Irreconcilable

PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES VOLUME THREE

THE CREEP ON THE BORDERLANDS


STILL NOT QUITE WHAT THEY'RE LOOKING FOR


The story that explains how I went from this- 


to THIS!

The Cold Inside (a serial novel) Chapter Thirty-Nine part one

The Cold Inside
Chapter Thirty-Nine
part one
By AL BRUNO III

Thursday January 26, 1995


They chose a room near the back of the Blue Bell motel and paid for a month in advance. The TV was on, its volume turned all the way up but no one was watching. Zeth knelt on the floor near the nightstand; he was stripped to the waist revealing a body that was a network of fresh scars and old tattoos. The parts of his Springfield M21 sniper rifle were laid out on a pillowcase before him. Piece by piece, part by part he went through the weapon, cleaning and checking it. His dreadlocks were loose, hanging in front of his eyes; he didn’t brush them aside. After ten years in the military and he could clean and assemble a weapon in the dark, but this was more than simple maintenance to him.

This was a ceremony, a rite of the gun, a petition to whatever power looked after assassins and soldiers that his weapon would not fail and his aim would be precise.

His pistols were already cleaned and oiled and sitting by the phone, Zeth always saved the M21 for last.

“Blast. Blast. Blast!” Jason Magwier strode out of the bathroom, he was wearing an apron that said ‘KISS THE COOK’, dishwashing gloves and protective goggles. Everything was smeared with a gelatinous, ochre-colored fluid. He held a wet lump in his hand, more of the fluid dripped from it, spattering the carpets.

“What did I tell you?” Zeth said without looking up from his work.

“I had to take the chance.” Magwier held the wet lump up to the light, it was almost the size of a man’s fist and translucent. A grub-like shape squirmed within it.

“And now the Monarchs know we’re here.”

“They knew anyway.” Magwier shook the lump in his hand like a snow globe and glared at the shape swirling helplessly inside. “This is their latest attempt to make a grand entrance, how could I not be here to try and trip them up?”

Zeth smiled as he took a moment to peer down the barrel and through the sight, “Grand entrance, I like that. It’s like saying the bombing of Hiroshima was a fireworks show.”

“You never could appreciate an ironic metaphor.”

“I just don’t understand why you can’t just remember what’s going to happen.”

“It’s not accurate.”

“It was accurate enough before.”

“We weren’t here before were we?” Magwier set the lump down on the nightstand, “I’m too close to that…building, too close to my past and future.”

“You mean you’ve been here before?” Zeth sifted through his equipment. “Is this another of your little surprises?”

“No I mean I am here now, another myself. He should know better.” Magwier grabbed hold of the 9mm handgun sitting beside the phone and brought the butt of it down on the lump. It smashed like crystal, clear fluid spilled out over the nightstand. A second blow crushed the blood-red grub.

Zeth got to his feet, his eyes widening, “Hey! I just cleaned that!”

“What?” Jason Magwier seemed stunned. Zeth grabbed the pistol from his hand, “Sorry?”

Zeth walked into the bathroom to get a washcloth. The stench made him recoil momentarily, the odor of spilled Drone blood always made him think of melting plastic. 

A Drone. Zeth thought as he ran a washcloth under the tap and then wiped the slime from the handle. He turned to look at the body in the tub; its feet tied together, its arms bound behind its back. The throat was cut, the eyes put out, its gray jumpsuit was slit up the middle to reveal ceramic plates and clear tubing. There was no blood of course, just pale orange fluid. All that work and all we got was a stupid Drone. We should have brought Jared, he can smell an Avatar at twenty yards.

“Uh.” Magwier poked his head into the bathroom, he had pulled the goggles down around his neck, “Sorry about the gun.”

Zeth shook his head, “I can’t believe I’m missing the biggest poetry slam of the year for this.”

“This is important. The Cause is all.”

“And all for the Cause. Yes I know.” Zeth said, “Do you ever feel like we’re just running in circles?”

Jason Magwier’s dark eyes filled with sadness, “The story of my life.”





Monday, May 5, 2014

Not sure if I will be able to get any fiction ready this week...

...I already have a new NIGHT BLOGGER video ready to go though.

Thing is my wife is back in the hospital. Nothing life threatening, just painful and hard to deal with.


I wish I could be the one going through this instead of her.


Thanks for your patience.