Saturday, August 23, 2014

(Recommended Viewing) Brandon's Cult Movie Reviews: Turkish Superman

From his YouTube page

Friday, August 22, 2014

CHILLING TALES FOR DARK NIGHTS presents: "Night Watchmen"


MrCreepyPasta presents 'AQUAPHOBIA' by minnboy

From MrCreepyPasta's YouTube page


Jonathan Drake (Eduard Franz) has devoted his life to the study of the occult. His motivation is not curiosity but fear. For more than a hundred years the men of his family have died suddenly, apparently of heart attacks, on reaching the age of sixty. Jonathan Drake knows that these have not been natural deaths. Now his elder brother Kenneth has turned sixty and Jonathan must act immediately if he is to save him. Unfortunately his studies of the occult have not provided him with an answer and he will not be able to save his brother. The question is, will he be able to save himself?

(Recommended Viewing) Brandon's Cult Movie Reviews: Turkish Spiderman

From his YouTube page

"No sir, all THIRTEEN!"

An amazing moment in an amazing episode of an amazing series...

More classic Foamy! 'Amytiville Toaster'

From iLL WiLL PrEss

MINION FACTORY wonders if Buster Keaton would make a good Doctor...


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

In honor of his 124th birthday... AN HP LOVECRAFT MEGAPOST!

From Wikipedia
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) — known as H. P. Lovecraft — was an American author of horror, fantasy, poetry and science fiction, especially the subgenre known as weird fiction.[1] Lovecraft's guiding aesthetic and philosophical principle was what he termed "cosmicism" or "cosmic horror", the idea that life is incomprehensible to human minds and that the universe is fundamentally inimical to the interests of humankind. As such, his stories express a profound indifference to human beliefs and affairs. Lovecraft is the originator of the Cthulhu Mythos story cycle and the Necronomicon, a fictional magical textbook of rites and forbidden lore.[2] Although Lovecraft's readership was limited during his lifetime, his reputation has grown over the decades, and he is now regarded as one of the most influential horror writers of the 20th century. According to Joyce Carol Oates, an award-winning author, Lovecraft—as with Edgar Allan Poe in the 19th century—has exerted "an incalculable influence on succeeding generations of writers of horror fiction".[3] Science fiction and fantasy author Stephen King called Lovecraft "the twentieth century's greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale."[4][5] King has made it clear in his semi-autobiographical non-fiction book Danse Macabre that Lovecraft was responsible for King's own fascination with horror and the macabre, and was the single largest figure to influence his fiction writing.[6] Lovecraft's stories have been adapted into plays, films and games, such as Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth and id Software's Quake...

From Otis Jiry's Creepypasta Crypt

"From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know, and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking. From those blurred and fragmentary memories we may infer much, yet prove little. We may guess that in dreams life, matter, and vitality, as the earth knows such things, are not necessarily constant; and that time and space do not exist as our waking selves comprehend them. Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon."

From John Cherevka's DevianArt page

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."

By  Abigail Larson

“From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.”

"There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life."

by Junji Ito

“Contrary to what you may assume, I am not a pessimist but an indifferentist- that is, I don't make the mistake of thinking that the... cosmos... gives a damn one way or the the other about the especial wants and ultimate welfare of mosquitoes, rats, lice, dogs, men, horses, pterodactyls, trees, fungi, dodos, or other forms of biological energy.”

“I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.

From my YOUTUBE page

“The world is indeed comic, but the joke is on mankind.”

#Found via io9

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die."


Rock out with Brandon Tenold and Landing Station

From his YouTube page

The trailer for JESSABELLE promises some Cajun creepiness!


(Awesome Art) Check out Jeffrey Thomas' twisted take on the Disney Princesses!

Found via DORKLY

I didn't think they could make a movie out of Stephen King's 'A Good Marriage' but here's the trailer...


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Milo Manara has an interesting take on Spider-Woman doesn't he?


This is the Milo Manara variant cover being used to launch Spider-Woman 1 from Marvel in November. Who would have thought that, in comparison regular series artist Greg Land‘s cover would seem feminist in comparison?

And here is Milo's take on the other Marvel girls...

Wow... this couch... just wow...


THE WIT AND PODCAST OF AL BRUNO III is now available on #Stitcher!

Download the Stitcher App! Why not leave me a review!

(Recommended Viewing) Brandon's Cult Movie Reviews: Wicked City

From Brandon's YouTube page

The Cold Inside (a serial novel) Chapter Forty-two part three

The Cold Inside
Chapter Forty-Two
part three

Thursday January 26, 1995

“…I did what Phil asked. I tried to pull the soul from the body. But the man – Victor- he was ready. He stole my body. He ate part of my soul.”

“Ate your soul?” They huddled in the corner of the Fletcher family’s garage, the dead man sitting on the floor, his shroud coated with filth. Greg sat on the front bumper of his mother’s car, he was shaking with disbelief. “How could he do that? How could anyone?”

“The soul is like anything else, if can be manipulated and absorbed. Parts of me are missing. Victor did it to make himself stronger. The missing places hurt. I need to get back to Phil, to the storage place on Central Avenue.” 

At first Greg had thought there was a madman in his garage, or that this was all some kind of bizarre prank. But this stranger had known about their D&D campaign, about the way Greg’s mind had been invaded and about the revenge that had been taken on the most popular students of Blessed Heart. The voice had sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well but he had spoken just like Tristam “You can’t devour someone’s soul. God-”

“God doesn’t enter into this. This is real Greg!”

“How are you doing this? How is any of this possible?”

A wizened arm patted a sunken chest, a chest that only drew breath when it needed to speak, “I’m stuck in here. Somehow I found the strength to make the body move, to get away. I thought I heard voices…”


“It was strange stuff, something about my inheritance is turned to strangers and my house to aliens…”

Greg leaned forward, “Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens?”

“Yes.” The dead eyes looked up.

“That’s from the bible Tristam, from Lamentations.”

“The voice sounded like my Mom sometimes, but not always.”

“Tristam, your mother is dead.”

The wrinkled face pulled into a grimace of disbelief, “What?”

 “She was murdered yesterday.”


“You did it. Your fingerprints were everywhere.”

The body screamed and pounded its fists. Greg watched and wondered to himself how much longer he had before his parents got home.

How could I ever explain this?

And more importantly, what am I going to do about this?

It took Greg a moment more to consider and then he turned to go.

“Don’t leave me.” The shape in the corner crawled.

“I’ll be right back.” Greg retreated into his house and went through his father’s dresser, grabbing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a bulky sweater. Then Greg went to his own room and got on his sneakers and jacket. He paused in the kitchen to get one last thing and then he went back to the garage.

The dead man was on his knees, his bony hands clutched to his skull. “Tristam.” Greg threw the sweatpants to him, “Put these on. We’ll get further if you aren’t dressed like a... if you’re dressed normally.”

“What are we going to do?”

Greg held up the keys to his mother’s Camry, “Road trip.”