Things To Do Before I Die

1. Eat 100 tacos in one sitting.
2. Scrawl the word "poop" in a secret place on all of the seven wonders of the world.
3. Two words: time travel.
4. Give hugs.
5. Kill Dracula. And this time, make sure he's dead.
6. Perform on Broadway. And by "perform" I mean "vomit uncontrollably."
7. Defeat negativity through the power of interpretive dance and also samurai swords.
8. Not get Bubonic Plague.
9. Three words: boneless buffalo wings.
10. Never grow a mustache. Not even as a joke.
11. Survive being gored by a moose.
12. Live forever.

Deaf, Dumb and Blind Pinball Kid

I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow I managed to forget just how much I love the Flaming Lips. I realize that this is unacceptable. I was severely chagrined when I stumbled on this footage of them rehearsing some Who songs for an upcoming celebration. Oh man, they are the bestest. If you haven't seen them live, then you are not alive. You are dead. Like a zombie. Or Dracula. Or Chewbacca after that moon got dropped on him in that one Star Wars book.




Via You Ain't No Picasso.

Wild Things Make My Heart Sing & Make Everything Groooovy

If you can look at this promotional photo from the upcoming Spike Jonze-helmed Where the Wild thing Are film and not get way too excited, you are most likely a dead-inside vampire robot with no soul who hates everything that approaches teh radness and I have the utmost pity for you:

Go read the article over at First Showing and let me know, on a scale of 1 to 10 ("10"" being "Oh man, that looks so dang RAD! It is teh radness!" and "1" being "I am a soulless vampire who lives only to hate teh radness."), what you think.

Happy Nevada Day!

"Congratulations, Mr. Lincoln! It's a state!"

As we all know, today is the day that we celebrate the birth of the Silver State. Happy Birthday, Nevada! Hope you all have a safe and sane Nevada Day celebration.

Oh yeah, it's also Halloween.

I always loved that we got the day of Halloween off of school when I was a kid. That was awesome. Candace said they don't do it anymore. To that I say: "WTH?!" How else can we celebrate the day that our fine state was pulled, bloody and screaming, from the womb of these 50 Nifty United States? Also, how else can we celebrate sitting around, waiting for it to get dark so we can get candy? For free! For free, I say!

Somehow, this is all Ann Coulter's fault.

Anyway, remember to check your candy. There's some real nutballs out there. Keep it tizz-ight for shizzle. I've got to go steal some of my daughter's candy and smash some pumpkins.

Peace.

A Quick Flyer

For the Novelty Act's Halloween show. I may rework the image and turn it into an art print to sell in Candace's Etsy shop. What do you think? Would you buy a Blacula art print? I know I would.

BRR Goes To the Movies, vol. 10

There's not a lot of angles for vampire movies anymore, but this, this is pretty dang clever. I have a certain degree of trepidation when it comes to movies of well-made comics (they always fall short, whether it's egregiously so, as in League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen - yeesh that was dreadful, wasn't it? - or just slightly so, as I'm sure is the case with V For Vendetta, which I can now see since I just finished the book, which is... yeah, pretty good stuff), but I think I'd at least Rent 30 Days Of Night. What do you think?

Also... (or) "Wolfman Has Nards"

Seriously, this is the last post of the night. For reals, though. I just checked in over at Netflix and, lo and behold, there is this movie in the "Recommended For You" homepage section.

Smell that? That's nostalgia right there.

If you haven't seen it, the movie is basically a rip-off* of The Goonies. With monsters. Needless to say: I freaking loved it to bits. I remember my brothers and I repeating the line from the trailer, which is the subtitle of this post, ad nauseum when it came out. Because it is a thing of purest hilariousness.

Still.

*It's shameless how sloppily they stole from the genius of The Goonies. They don't even bother to give the Chunk rip-off character a name. The fat kid is literally just named "Fat Kid."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the beauty of Monster Squad.

They Must Be Giants

A quote from They Might Be Giants' John Linnell from an interview over at PopMatters on working with Disney on their highly recommended children's DVD/CD, Here Come the ABC's:

“John and I flew out to Burbank to meet people there and play some of our songs and, you know, did some schmoozing. And, so we went out to L.A. and in the morning we got picked up at our hotel by this van that was black and had, like, really dark tinted windows and this guy in this suit [who] looks like a Secret Service guy—he opened the door for us and we got in, and he slammed the door behind us. And then John turned to me and said, ‘I wonder if this was the van where they removed Hillary Duff’s soul?’”

I love those guys. I think I'll be downloading their newest, The Else, when my eMusic downloads refresh on Thurdsay.

Leeches! Leeches I Say!

I am convinced that the people on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition feed off of other people's misery. It is like candy to them. They cannot get enough of it, sad little people that they are.

Also, Ty Pennington's hair and soul patch: they bugs.

Another YouTube Video Clip

A gorgeous video. A gorgeous song.

If this song doesn't grip your soul, you have none. You are a vampire or something. Some kind of being of pure evil who is incapable of feeling love. The eastern Europeans have made up myths to explain how something so black and full of hate could possibly exist. You would probably kill a unicorn if you saw one. Because you have no soul. And you are evil.

And I will weep for you.

Because I am a sissy.

Perhaps "Vampires" Is A Bit Strong, But...

I am convinced that Pat Sajak is a vampire.

Seriously, dude's gotta be like 95 years old, but he looks like he's 15. What is up with that?! And that glassy look Vanna always has in her eyes? She is totally in his vampiric thrall. And why is Wheel Of Fortune travelling all the time? Did Pat suck SoCal dry? On the run from vampire hunters? Did that hobo you had as a snack after lunch ("I'll have the steak... very rare") at the Palm have a family after all? Somebody got a stake with your name on it, Sajak?

Stock up on garlic, buy some crosses, make up a batch of extra-strength holy water and for goodness' sake, don't invite Sajak in! Haven't you seen the Lost Boys? Pat Sajak is going to suck your blood... TONIGHT!

*Title from the Arctic Monkey's hecka-long-titled debut album, Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not.