Today marked the release of the fourth (and, unfortunately, final) volume of “Futurama” on dvd. It’s just a shame that the bastards at Fox didn’t realize what a gem they had. At least we got four seasons before they pulled the plug. Did you know that kittens give Morbo gas?
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Next Tuesday will be a fun day for us rampant consumers. Whoo!
1) Bjork‘s new album “Medúlla”
2) The Criterion Collection edition of Cronenberg’s “Videodrome”
3) Volume Two of Invader Zim entitled “Progressive Stupidity“
Yeah. I know this blog has turned into a boring mash-up of thoughts on horror films, buying of horror films and wanting of horror films. I have a one track mind. You might have noticed the lack of ramblings about porn and the posting of eyecandy (much to the joy of you straight folks that read this … all three of you). Yeah, well … they say Paxel has “certain sexual side effects” and I have found those out. The ole sex drive is gone. At this point I don’t really have any interest in anything sexual. Damn Paxel. Or maybe it’s just that there is nobody I feel like being sweet on that has killed it.
This past weekend I got to missing “Evil” something fierce. I don’t think it has anything to do with the whole obsession I have. Well, maybe a little. I hung out with his brother (a cool fella if there ever was one) on Friday night and that’s what got me thinking about him. It’s good he’s gone (best thing in the world, really) but I still miss hanging out with him. When he was in during July, I could feel myself sliding back down into that place. He says he’s gonna come back up in October to see the show I am directing. A part of me hopes that doesn’t happen.
It’s Tuesday and there’s a brown dog outside.
Oh. My. God.
“Open Water” (sure to be another love/hate film) kicks some major ass. Simple in it’s execution. Sparse in the events occurring on screen. Ultimately it’s one of the most disturbing movies I have seen in a long time … leaving a sense of dread and unease that lasts for hours after the credits roll.
Whoo! I finally got those pesky Russians out of my house. Now to clean up all the vodka bottles …
It’s Official: BJ is now my least favorite person on the planet.
And the big plans for the weekend … “Open Water,” baby!
One of the big downsides to stalking someone is that you’re always finding out something that you just didn’t want to know. Kinda like being slapped in the face. Ouch. I gotta give up stalking and do needle point insetad.
What constantly amazes me is the super crappy art that studios come up with for video releases of their films. Take for instance the upcoming dvd release of the 1981 slasher flick “Happy Birthday To Me.” The original poster art was this cool image of one of the characters getting kabob-ed. It also had the fun tag line: “Six of the most bizarre murders you will ever see.” Now we get treated to an awful cover complete with a knife sticking out of a birthday cake. The tag line now reads “You’re invited to the bloodiest party of the year.” Grrrr. How lame!
Here’s a list of some miserable, vile people that I am learning should be avoided at all costs … especially if you happen to have a large fortune to inherit.
1. The Hook-Handed Man
2. The Long-Nosed Bald Man
3. The Two Powder-Faced Women
4. The Person of Indeterminate Gender
5. Esme Squalor
6. Count Olaf
Whoo! I have über storage for my digital camera on the way.
