<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315</id><updated>2011-06-29T11:45:16.043-04:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Ghosts'/><category term='Chiller'/><category term='Convention Finds'/><category term='Weirdness'/><title type='text'>It's all about me</title><subtitle type='html'>Now with 73% more cuy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-6311647633081064189</id><published>2011-03-13T13:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:52:40.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A great apple cake recipe</title><content type='html'>This goes out to my friend Chrissi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time: 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Cook Time: 1 hour, 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 1 hour, 55 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;For the Apples:&lt;br /&gt;* 4 large or 6 small firm apples, peeled and thinly sliced (I prefer Granny Smith)&lt;br /&gt;* 3 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;* 1 tablespoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Cake Batter:&lt;br /&gt;* 3 cups unsifted flour&lt;br /&gt;* 2 1/2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;* 1 tablespoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;* 1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;* 1 cup oil (such as expeller-pressed canola, grapeseed, or walnut)&lt;br /&gt;* 4 unbeaten large eggs&lt;br /&gt;* 1/3 cup orange juice&lt;br /&gt;* 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat the oven to 350° (If you are using a dark or nonstick pan, reduce the heat by 25° F).  Grease and flour a tube pan with a removable bottom, making sure to tap out excess flour.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a large bowl, combine the apple slices, cinnamon and sugar.  Toss together gently, making sure the apples are well coated with the cinnamon and sugar, and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;3. In another large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt.  Add the oil, eggs, orange juice, and vanilla, and beat just until smooth.  The batter will be very thick.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour about 1/3 of the batter into the prepared tube pan.  If necessary, use a spatula to spread the batter so it covers the bottom of the pan.  Layer about 1/3 of the apple slices over the batter.  Repeat with another layer of batter, then apples, then batter.&lt;br /&gt;5. Arrange the final layer of apples decoratively in concentric circles over the batter, overlapping the apple slices slightly (they will spread out as the cake bakes).  Drizzle the cake with a bit of the remaining cinnamon sugar “syrup” from the apple bowl.&lt;br /&gt;6. Place the cake on a cookie sheet or on top of a piece of foil to catch any drips, and bake in the center of the preheated oven for 1 1/2 to 1 3/4 hours, or until a tester comes out clean and the top of the cake has a golden “crust.”&lt;br /&gt;7. Allow the cake to cool in the pan on a wire rack.  When cool, run a knife or spatula around the edge of the pan, and remove the outside of the cake pan.  Gently run a knife or spatula between the cake and the pan bottom to loosen.  Invert the cake over a plate and remove the pan bottom (the cake will be upside down on the plate.) Place a cake plate face down on the bottom side of the cake, and holding both plates, flip the cake, so it is right-side (apple-side) up.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-6311647633081064189?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/6311647633081064189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=6311647633081064189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6311647633081064189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6311647633081064189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-apple-cake-recipe.html' title='A great apple cake recipe'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-8425584679565297925</id><published>2008-09-27T12:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:43:07.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention Finds'/><title type='text'>Convention Finds- Bad Ronald</title><content type='html'>Well, I’ve finally got a little time to devote to this blog, and I’ve decided to revive a feature called “Convention Finds”, wherein I review some of the various and sundry videos I’ve found while trolling the dealer tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s little flick is &lt;em&gt;Bad Ronald&lt;/em&gt;- a TV movie originally aired on October 23, 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go back to 1970s- before there several hundred cable channels, before these channels broadcast 24 hours a day, before there were VCRs or DVD players.  If you wanted to watch TV, you were at the mercy of the three major networks, PBS, and (if you were lucky to live near a large city) a few local UHF stations, all of which went off the air around 2 or 3 AM.  To fill these limited viewing hours, the three majors aired more than just the standard sit-com and hour-long drama fare.  They tried to be a bit more ambitious, and regularly aired their own movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what movies they were- I remember my mom shuffling my sister and me off to bed so she could watch &lt;em&gt;Helter Skelter&lt;/em&gt;, which carried a viewer warning that it might be too intense for younger viewer.  I remember my mom being freaked out the day after seeing &lt;em&gt;Trilogy of Terror&lt;/em&gt;, especially over the Zuni Doll episode.  There was Steven Spielberg’s debut feature, &lt;em&gt;Duel&lt;/em&gt;.  There were two “Kolchak” movies, which led to the &lt;em&gt;Nightstalker&lt;/em&gt; TV series.  And there were so many more (&lt;em&gt;Brian’s Song, Something for Joey, Born Innocent&lt;/em&gt;) that left their marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on these movies, they tended to have a lot in common.  Their budgets were not that big, and some of the sets looked a little cheesy.  Since “Made for TV” carried the same cachet as “Straight to video” does today, they didn’t really attract the big movie stars.  Mostly they featured actors who had made their careers in television, and who weren’t appearing regularly in a series at the moment.  The writing tended to be workmanlike, with the stories being efficiently told within the constraints of a 90-minute minus commercials running time.  But the good ones certainly had a certain charm.  And because of the previously-mentioned limited viewing options, they could reach a large audience, and, if they were especially memorable, could become part of the pop culture landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad Ronald&lt;/em&gt; is one of those memorable movies- it certainly has a small cult following to this day.  It’s got your TV character actor stalwarts- Dabney Coleman, John Fiedler, Linda Purl, Kim Hunter, and Pippa Scott.  Buzz Kulik, the director, seems to have made quite a career out of directing TV movies- he also gave us &lt;em&gt;Brian’s Song&lt;/em&gt;, and quite a few biographies (&lt;em&gt;Babe, The Lindbergh Kidnapping, George Washington, Ziegfeld&lt;/em&gt;, and more).  The script takes care of setting up the back-story quickly so we can get straight to the action, and resolves the story mighty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s it all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald is a high school geek who lives with his mom.  In the first scene we learn that his parents are divorced and his mother wants Ronald to be a doctor so he can cure the unspecified medical condition that is slowly killing her.  The other kids in school don’t like him, but his mom says it’s better that way- she can have him all to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald heads out to a popular girl’s house, where she and her popular friends are having a pool party.  Of course, he gets laughed at when he asks her out, and he runs away, humiliated.  He meets up with a 10-year-old girl, who also makes fun of him, telling him (and us) how disliked he is by the neighborhood.  And to prove to us that she’s not lying about his defective personality, he knocks her down.  The girl hits her head on a rock and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing Ronald can think of to do is to hide the body and then run home to confess everything to his mother.  Mom feels that no one will ever believe that this was an accident, and that Ronald will never get to be a doctor, so she does the only sensible thing- she has Ronald wall off the door to a downstairs room, converting it into a secret room where Ronald can live until the whole thing blows over.  She covers for Ronald when the police come by, telling them that he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing better to do while he’s waiting to be let out, he begins to create his own fantasy world.  He writes and draws stories in which he is a prince, and he has a beautiful princess by his side.  He makes occasional brief excursions out of his room to get food, but other than that, he’s pretty much a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, Ronald’s mother gets sick and his taken to the hospital, where she dies.  Ronald, unsure of what to do, remains in his secret room, drawing and writing.  The house is soon sold to another family, one with three daughters.  Ronald still makes the occasional food gathering trip, but now he has another reason to leave his prison- he has become infatuated with the youngest daughter, who, in Ronald’s mind, becomes the princess to his prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family tries to shrug off the strange noises and disappearances of food, but it is affecting the youngest daughter, who thinks the house is haunted and that she’s being watched.  As Ronald grows more delusional, he begins to see everyone as a threat to him and his “princess”.  Things come to a head when he attacks the oldest sister’s boyfriend, imagining him as a devil that must be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things pick up rapidly from here, as Ronald is discovered.  His hiding place is breached, the police arrest him, and he is dragged off to jail, crying and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have fond memories of this movie, although, I must confess, I have no memory of it myself.  (Strangely though, my wife remembers seeing it several times on TV in Ecuador.)  So, when I managed to get a copy of it, I was able to look at it with fresh eyes, and without too many pre-conceived notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I was surprised at how much of a dick Ronald was.  He wasn’t somebody you could sympathize with easily.  In fact, you can’t wait for him to get caught.  From the beginning, when he maliciously knocks down and kills the little girl (and then buries the body), to the end when he stalks the youngest daughter, you find yourself liking him less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like how there was really no fat in this script.  This story had to be told in 74 minutes, and if that means that everyone must talk in exposition, well, then, dammit, exposition it will be.  The movie opens on Ronald’s birthday where we learn his whole family history- you’ve got to wonder why Ronald and Mom have to remind each other of the divorce, or that, as part of the settlement Dad has agreed never to see Ronald again, or that mom is terribly ill.  I liked that Ronald’s birthday presents were a tool kit and art supplies.  Hmmm... do you think either one will play a part in future events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we are meant to see mom as someone who has an unhealthy level of influence on her child, as in &lt;em&gt;Psycho&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Carrie&lt;/em&gt;.  But it’s a little too ham-handed, and Ronald is too much of a dick.  If he were more sympathetic, like Carrie White, maybe we wouldn’t be rooting for him to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, all in all, this was a decent diversion.  I’m not sure if I’ll ever watch it again, but at least now I can say I’ve seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-8425584679565297925?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/8425584679565297925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=8425584679565297925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8425584679565297925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8425584679565297925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/09/convention-finds-bad-ronald.html' title='Convention Finds- Bad Ronald'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-4527462080631976220</id><published>2008-09-12T23:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:09:47.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Back to the 90s</title><content type='html'>I've been in a bit of a reflective mood lately- I've been listening to some of the tapes I made when I was a DJ at grad school, and have been pretty much going through a late 80s/early 90s music kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in lieu of actually writing anything, here's a brief glimpse into what was spinning in my CD player way back in the (first) Bush years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up- "The Mayor of Simpleton" by XTC.  To me, the best unrecognized pop band ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Da9sc6YDBo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Da9sc6YDBo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Sweet's "Girlfriend"- from one of my all-time favorite albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9aWPTCc2r0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q9aWPTCc2r0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Cole's "Weeping Wine"- the song appeals to the sap in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwmA-dtenjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwmA-dtenjI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Connell's "74-75"- an even more criminally overlooked band than XTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-ITv4OBV9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-ITv4OBV9c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as a bonus, "Make a Circuit With Me" by The Polecats.  I saw the video once when the song first came out (about 1982 or so), and it's stuck in my mind ever since then.  Thanks to the miracle of YouTube, after 26 years, I've been able to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA4foTap-WQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA4foTap-WQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-4527462080631976220?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/4527462080631976220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=4527462080631976220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/4527462080631976220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/4527462080631976220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-back-to-90s.html' title='A Trip Back to the 90s'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-5006361527884777475</id><published>2008-05-13T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:55:38.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Chiller Theatre, Spring 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, another Spring, another Chiller, another half-assed lazy post from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Spring Chiller, this year's guest list was surprisingly large, with a lot of great first-time guests.  I was kind of exhausted at this one, because we had my daughter's birthday party the day before, and spending the day wrangling a bunch of 2-5 year-olds can take a lot out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I got some good signatures.  Plus, I decided to spend some time combing the dealer room, and got three great DVDs, all of which will be making appearances in my soon-to-be-revived "Convention Find" series.  But for that to happen, I'll need a little free time to actually watch the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, though, enjoy my shots-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpDy02ZeCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gjbqRRhI7Dk/s1600-h/Clerks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpDy02ZeCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gjbqRRhI7Dk/s320/Clerks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200043260211984418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, we had appearances from a few of the stars of one of my favorite comedies ever, &lt;em&gt;Clerks&lt;/em&gt;.  At the top are Brian O'Halloran and Marilyn Ghigliotti, aka Dante Hicks and Veronica "37" Loughran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpD-U2ZeEI/AAAAAAAAALA/asNJL0oXSIo/s1600-h/Mewes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpD-U2ZeEI/AAAAAAAAALA/asNJL0oXSIo/s320/Mewes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200043457780480066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, looking not a bit like his alter-ego, we have Jason Mewes, aka Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpD402ZeDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ulMVSg3ETmM/s1600-h/Sagal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpD402ZeDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ulMVSg3ETmM/s320/Sagal.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200043363291199538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's favorite TV Mom, Katie Sagal made an appearance, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpDtU2ZeBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jgytP6xUPTs/s1600-h/Shimerman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpDtU2ZeBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jgytP6xUPTs/s320/Shimerman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200043165722703890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have Armin Shimerman, of "Star Trek: Deep Space 9", and, more importantly, weasely Principal Snyder from "Buffy, The Vampire Slayer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-5006361527884777475?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/5006361527884777475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=5006361527884777475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/5006361527884777475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/5006361527884777475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/05/chiller-theatre-spring-2008.html' title='Chiller Theatre, Spring 2008'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/SCpDy02ZeCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gjbqRRhI7Dk/s72-c/Clerks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-2648698405435241295</id><published>2008-04-04T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:54:54.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muxtapes</title><content type='html'>Found this cool new site that allows you to create playlists and upload songs on-line. I thought I'd give it a whirl- check out my first muxtape at &lt;a href="http://madpuppy.muxtape.com/"&gt;madpuppy.muxtape.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-2648698405435241295?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/2648698405435241295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=2648698405435241295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2648698405435241295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2648698405435241295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/04/muxtapes.html' title='Muxtapes'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-6935660679138567287</id><published>2008-04-02T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:42:05.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><title type='text'>La Fantasma de Chillogallo</title><content type='html'>My last two posts covered some ghostly occurrences that I, in some way, personally witnessed.  This story is something that happened to my wife before she met me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a little bit of background on the layout of her parents’ house- it’s a one-floor dwelling, and it only has windows in the front.  Because of this, the only rooms that get any outdoor light are the kitchen, the living room, and her parents’ bedroom.  All of the other rooms have small skylights in their ceilings, which let in a little sunlight.  In the daytime, these rooms tend to be quite dim without some sort of electric light.  At night, they’re pretty much pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The layout of the house is such that the only way into or out of my wife’s old bedroom is through her sister’s room.  Pilar’s room was pretty quiet and isolated from the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to consider is Ecuadorian cemeteries.  They are not like we are used to in America- nice green areas where everyone is buried underground.  They are a little spookier- tending to be a bunch of small, above-ground nooks where the bodies are stored.  They tend to resemble the portions of New Orleans cemeteries where the poor are buried- no elaborate mausoleums, just spaces that are big enough to hold the body.  And those are the nicer ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long before I met Pilar, odd things started happening around the house, especially at night.  There was the occasional strange noise, doors that were supposed to be closed were left open, and vice versa.  A few nights, when she was trying to sleep, Pilar noticed someone entering her room and looking in her closet.  Thinking it was her sister, she would ask her what she wanted.  Of course, the response would come back from her sister’s room, and not from the figure near the closet.  Turning on the light would reveal no one standing there.  Pilar also started having weird dreams about skeletons and dead people, and so were other members of her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things were weirding everyone out, because no one knew why they were happening.  Finally her father broke down and confessed that he had recently been in a cemetery and had seen some interesting rocks lying around, so he picked them up and took them home.  He placed these rocks in his bedroom closet.  Not too long after that was when the weirdness started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that these were not rocks, but were actually bones.  Of course, everyone begged him to return them to he found them.  He was stubborn, and refused to.  Finally, though, something happened that scared him, although he would never say what it was.  This was his breaking point, and he returned the bones to the cemetery.  All the scariness stopped after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-6935660679138567287?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/6935660679138567287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=6935660679138567287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6935660679138567287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6935660679138567287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-fantasma-de-chillogallo.html' title='La Fantasma de Chillogallo'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-8572321065575504263</id><published>2008-03-25T12:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:07:25.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><title type='text'>Ghosts of the Antinea</title><content type='html'>In an effort to thrill and chill all of my faithful readers, I've decided to go ahead and post a few more ghostly tales. These are all from the Hotel Antinea in Quito, Ecuador, where my wife used to work as the receptionist (and where I met her when I was on vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really sure of the Antinea's history- it looks like a relatively old building- maybe 100 years or so, and perhaps was once a house that has been converted to a hotel. The front section has small rooms on the second. Most of these rooms face the street. In the back, there are 10 or so suites that all face out onto a small courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common occurrence is from guests who stay in the suites. Many of them ask about the blonde woman they saw in the courtyard. She has been described as having long hair, is dressed in an old-fashioned (19th century) style, and usually looks very sad. Most often she is seen looking in the windows of the suites, as if she’s searching from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s also some weirdness going on in the single rooms, too. A few years ago, I went down there with my sister and some friends. My sister shared a room with my friend Olga. During the night they heard a lot of noise coming from the room next door- it sounded like someone was stumbling around drunkenly, moving furniture, and later they heard the sounds of vomiting coming from the room. The next day, they asked my wife if the guy in the room was OK. She told them that no one was in the room, and, in fact, it was completely empty as they were refurbishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 12, though, seems to be the center of activity. Guests staying in the room have reported seeing a dark figure moving about at the foot of the bed. Usually the figure moves around the room and then jumps out the window into the garden below. The police have been called several times to investigate, and have searched the premises, but have never found anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Ecuador to get married, I spent a couple nights before the wedding in that room. I never saw anything myself, but I did feel very uneasy, especially at night. For some reason, I was always too scared to look in any mirrors- I actively avoided them for my entire stay. I'd never gotten that feeling in any of the other rooms in the hotel. My wife actually didn't tell me about the other sightings until a couple years later- she figured that if I had known the stories, I wouldn't have wanted to stay in the room by myself (she’s right). She didn't even want to put me in the room at all, but the hotel was full that week, and that was the only room available. (That room is one of the nicest in the hotel, but, because of all the stories, they tend not to rent it out unless there are no other choices.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it- a nice little haunted hotel in beautiful downtown Quito. If you’re ever in Ecuador, it’s definitely a nice place to stay. And, if you’re feeling especially brave, request Room 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-8572321065575504263?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/8572321065575504263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=8572321065575504263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8572321065575504263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8572321065575504263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/03/ghosts-of-antinea.html' title='Ghosts of the Antinea'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-62953142018825977</id><published>2008-03-16T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:07:53.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><title type='text'>Crazed Argentinian Gnome....</title><content type='html'>...or is it merely Maggie Simpson in her snowsuit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this posted on the UK Sun, about a gnome that's been plaguing a town in Argentina.  The video's pretty creepy- whatever it is looks odd, especially the way it walks.  You'll see it around the 35 second mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0fPoH2gWzc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q0fPoH2gWzc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-62953142018825977?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/62953142018825977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=62953142018825977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/62953142018825977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/62953142018825977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazed-argentinian-gnome.html' title='Crazed Argentinian Gnome....'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-5688643071177348995</id><published>2008-03-07T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:08:15.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><title type='text'>Ghosts of New Orleans</title><content type='html'>If you click the "Slambo" link, you'll end up at Samantha's blog, where you can read a pretty cool, and very spooky, &lt;a href="http://ssslambo.blogspot.com//2008/02/thriller-thursday.html"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; of one of her paranormal experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That story inspired me to tell one of my own.  Originally, I had planned to post this around Halloween (appropriately enough, the anniversary of the event), but laziness got in the way, and I never did write it up.  But now, however, you're in luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween fell on a Saturday in 1998, so my friends and I decided a good place to celebrate the day would be in New Orleans.  It's the perfect time to be there, seeing as it's a party city, and I would give it my vote as the spookiest and most haunted city in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was a lot of fun- we had some excellent food, went to a lot bars, got to go out in public in our costumes and go to more bars, and then eat some more.  You really can't ask for a whole lot more in a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sharing a room with my friends Rob and Hemsley.  Rob was leaving Sunday evening, while Hemsley and I were going home on Monday morning.  Sunday was pretty slow-paced- we were recovering from the night before, and we just walked around town, enjoying the sights before we had to head back to our regular lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning before we started out I noted that there was no more soap left in the bathroom.  As Hems and I were headed out early the next day, I made sure to stop by the front desk and ask for a couple bars.  The porter assured us he would drop some off for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out walking, had our last meal together, and took Rob to the airport.  Afterwards, Hems and I walked around some more, had dinner and went back to the hotel.  My first stop was the bathroom to check on the soap (I can get kind of obsessive about things like this), but there was none.  I called down to the front desk and they said they would bring some right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hems went straight to sleep, but, since I had a later flight, I stayed up reading and waiting for the soap.  After a while, my bladder started to need emptying, but I wanted to hold off until the soap came.  When it looked as if it was never going to arrive, I went to the bathroom to answer the call of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in the loo, attending to business when I think I hear someone knocking on the door.  "Perfect!" I thought- the porter arrives when I'm indisposed.  Well, my bladder wasn't going to stop emptying just so I could answer the door, so I figured the porter was going to have to wait until I was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was all emptied out and I had washed my hands, I headed toward the door.  First thing I did was look through the peephole, but there was no one out there.  I opened the door to see if maybe he had left the soap outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Before I continue, let me describe the hallway.  We were staying in a small hotel just off the French Quarter.  Our room was at the end of the hall- to the right was the elevator and nothing else.  To our left were a few more rooms.  The other side of the hall was one long wall- all the rooms were on one side of the hall.  The hall itself was pretty narrow- I could lean against one wall and touch the other wall with my palm.  Basically, I'm saying that if anyone else was in the hall with me, I would have seen him.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I opened the door to see if maybe he had left the soap outside, but there was nothing.  The floor was completely empty.  Figuring that I had imagined hearing the knock on the door, I turned to go back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was turning, two bars of soap came out of nowhere and hit me squarely in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a weird thing, that it didn't totally register.  I took the soap, went inside, and got into bed.  As I was drifting off to sleep it suddenly hit me what had happened.  All I can say is I had a pretty restless night after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my coolest ghost story.  I have two more- one about the time I kept seeing possibly the lamest ghost ever, and a collection of tales from the hotel where my wife used to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-5688643071177348995?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/5688643071177348995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=5688643071177348995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/5688643071177348995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/5688643071177348995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/03/ghosts-of-new-orleans.html' title='Ghosts of New Orleans'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-72471439187685749</id><published>2008-01-17T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:46:32.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is my superhero girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>I'd always thought I was more a Mary Marvel kinda guy, but I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.comicvine.com/dating/widget/&amp;q0=1&amp;q1=4&amp;q2=2&amp;q3=4&amp;q4=1&amp;q5=3&amp;q6=2&amp;q7=3&amp;q8=4&amp;q9=5&amp;q10=1&amp;q11=2&amp;q12=4&amp;q13=5&amp;q14=4&amp;q15=4&amp;q16=4&amp;q17=2&amp;q18=2&amp;q19=4&amp;q20=4&amp;q21=3&amp;q22=4&amp;q23=1&amp;q24=5&amp;q25=4&amp;q26=2&amp;q27=3&amp;q28=5&amp;q29=4&amp;q30=2&amp;q31=2&amp;q32=2&amp;q33=4&amp;q34=4&amp;gId=2" width="308" height="700" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-72471439187685749?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/72471439187685749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=72471439187685749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/72471439187685749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/72471439187685749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-is-my-superhero-girlfriend.html' title='Who is my superhero girlfriend?'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-2563663887867753430</id><published>2008-01-11T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:34:34.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts and Figures- Ecuador 2007</title><content type='html'>Wow!  First post of the new year!  How are you all doing?  I'm doing pretty well myself- the family's healthy, Sarah's growing like a weed, and scaring me with how smart she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas and New Year's?  Ours was great- we spent three weeks in Quito with Pilar's family.  It was our first trip there in over three years, and Sarah's first time ever.  We survived the plane rides- Sarah was great both coming and going, a real trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of anything more substantive, here are a few facts and figures from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number of days spent in Quito:&lt;/span&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Highest elevation attained:&lt;/span&gt; 4100 meters at the Teleferico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Books read (in order):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Grin of the Dark&lt;/span&gt; (Ramsey Campbell), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Am America (And So Can You)&lt;/span&gt; (Stephen Colbert), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Murder in Mesopotamia&lt;/span&gt; (Agatha Christie), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Confederacy of Dunces&lt;/span&gt; (John Kennedy Toole), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grotesque&lt;/span&gt; (Natsuo Kirino), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shadow Prey&lt;/span&gt; (John Sandford), &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Queen of the South&lt;/span&gt; (Arturo Perez-Reverte).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number of cuy* eaten:&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ratio of Cold Showers to Hot Showers:&lt;/span&gt; 4:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number of "Best of Three" rounds of Volleyball played on New Year's Eve:&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number of Sore Muscles on New Year's Day:&lt;/span&gt; How many are in the human body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New Words and Phrases Learned by Sarah:&lt;/span&gt; "Ai-Yi-Yi", Vayvo (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huevo&lt;/span&gt;/egg), Chew (Mateo, her cousin), Dayo (Diego, another cousin), choo-choo (car or train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Number of pictures taken:&lt;/span&gt; 261&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Minutes of video taken:&lt;/span&gt; 108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;* Cuy is an Ecuadorian delicacy, and one of my favorite foods- it's guinea pig, either barbecued or (my preference) battered and deep fried.  It tastes a lot like rabbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-2563663887867753430?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/2563663887867753430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=2563663887867753430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2563663887867753430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2563663887867753430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2008/01/facts-and-figures-ecuador-2007.html' title='Facts and Figures- Ecuador 2007'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-7689453766013863733</id><published>2007-11-19T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:08:21.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smart enough to read this blog?</title><content type='html'>A PG-13 rating &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a junior high level?  I should be writing for &lt;em&gt;According to Jim&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/junior_high.jpg" alt="cash advance" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-7689453766013863733?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/7689453766013863733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=7689453766013863733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7689453766013863733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7689453766013863733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-smart-enough-to-read-this-blog.html' title='Are you smart enough to read this blog?'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-8083598574518970400</id><published>2007-10-19T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:52:49.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One thing I love about Halloween is carving pumpkins, but I hadn't done one in years. When I was growing up, it was always something to look forward to (along with picking a costume, and eating candy). I decided that as my daughter gets older, we'll make it a family tradition to do some carving, and I wanted to get back in the groove. Also, Pilar had never carved one at all, so I thought it would be something fun for us to do together. It turns out that our neighbors had just bought a couple pumpkins, too, so we decided to all get together and have a pumpkin night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is the pumpkin I carved- a cool, scary scarecrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1c6JYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nxz_WitSF8g/s1600-h/1_Pumpin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123044084383508290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1c6JYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nxz_WitSF8g/s320/1_Pumpin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is mine and Pilar's handiwork:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1pKJYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/bcxI10E_xhg/s1600-h/2_Pumpkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1pKJYZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/bcxI10E_xhg/s320/2_Pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123044294836905810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the results of all four maestros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1saJYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/e0-XqqCj8e4/s1600-h/4_Pumpkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1saJYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/e0-XqqCj8e4/s320/4_Pumpkins.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123044350671480674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, four pumpkins means &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of pumpkin meat to deal with. So far, I've baked up a nice batch of seasoned pumpkin seeds, two pies, and some pumpkin pudding, and I still haven't dented the nmeat. Next up- pumpkin soup and pumpkin bread. I have the feeling I'll be making pumpkin-based meals for quite a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-8083598574518970400?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/8083598574518970400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=8083598574518970400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8083598574518970400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8083598574518970400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-treats.html' title='Halloween Treats'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rxi1c6JYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nxz_WitSF8g/s72-c/1_Pumpin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-8903189675978653111</id><published>2007-10-18T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:41:58.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Chiller Theatre- October 2007</title><content type='html'>My- it's been quite a while since my last post. How have you been? You look good- lost a little weight, I see. I've been exercising a little, watching the baby, just trying to enjoy life. I really have been meaning to add some more posts to this blog, but you know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I've had over 1000 visitors in the interim- most of them here because of Rocky LaPorte. Who knew the guy was so popular? I guess everyone wants to know more about that mystery man. So do I, and I have some ideas, but that's for another post. What really brought you here is the fact that it's October, so that means that it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chiller Theatre Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's convention was a little earlier than normal- usually it's the last weekend in October, but with the new hotel, I guess, they had to use a different time. No complaints here, for the most part- the new hotel is nicer and bigger than the previous ones, although, for this show, at least, there were a few glitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel's undergoing some renovations, which, unfortunately, meant that ventilation in the main areas was poor. A lot of the lines and rooms got very hot and humid. Coupled with the unseasonably warm day, it meant a pretty tropical experience. Unfortunately, I suffer from migraines, which are triggered by heat and humidity, so I was not feeling up to par as the day went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I really wasn't in the mood to stand in a crowd or wait in line for autographs. I only ended up getting two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHPKJYZzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0an3T3zwq2k/s1600-h/Wallace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122852533137073970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHPKJYZzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0an3T3zwq2k/s320/Wallace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Marcia Wallace- she was great a Carol on the original &lt;em&gt;Bob Newhart&lt;/em&gt; show, and is currently the voice of Mrs. Krabapple on &lt;em&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/em&gt;. Surprisingly, even though I've been to quite a few conventions, and &lt;em&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/em&gt; is one of my favorite shows, she's the first cast member whose autograph I've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHJaJYZyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_VldiQp8TU4/s1600-h/Lisa+Marie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122852434352826146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHJaJYZyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_VldiQp8TU4/s320/Lisa+Marie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Lisa Marie- star of many Tim Burton films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for my autographs this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was one star whose appearance convinced the lovely Pilar to come with me. My lovely wife doesn't like these shows, and I've long given up on having her come with me, but when I saw that this guest was going to be there, I was able to talk her into joining me. He's been her favorite actor for as long as I've known her, and since her birthday was only a couple of days before, I figured this would be a good present for her- a chance to meet Mr. Val Kilmer himself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHDaJYZxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OvfQe40J490/s1600-h/Kilmer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122852331273611026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHDaJYZxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OvfQe40J490/s320/Kilmer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there you have it- the latest Chiller pix. Hopefully things will be ironed out better for the April show and my head won't feel like it's exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-8903189675978653111?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/8903189675978653111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=8903189675978653111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8903189675978653111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8903189675978653111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/10/chiller-theatre-october-2007.html' title='Chiller Theatre- October 2007'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RxgHPKJYZzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0an3T3zwq2k/s72-c/Wallace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-8342377529367676029</id><published>2007-07-18T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:52:08.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rocky LaPorte" Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Well, as promised, here is the conclusion of the exciting “Rocky LaPorte” story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I received a call from the survey company.  They started off with a few questions about the show- when did I watch it, did I watch the whole thing, etc.  Then they asked me questions about the commercials, in particular ones for Marie Callendar frozen foods and for cleaning products.  To be honest, I didn’t remember either one of the commercials- they were so bland that they completely left my brain as I was watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they asked me a few questions about the show itself- who was my favorite character, who was my least favorite character, what should they change if the show were ever aired, and so forth.  I was brutally honest that show was pretty horrible, there were no good characters and that they were all equally abhorrent.  As for what should be changed, I pretty much said the whole show should be scrapped and rebuilt from the ground up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that they were particularly interested in two of the commercials, I’m guessing that the DVD was really a preview of new commercials more than a TV Show.  The show was there simply to provide a modicum of entertainment in between the real reason to be watching- ads.  (Pretty much the way broadcast TV operates anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to be part of the survey, though, and I would look forward to the chance to do it again, although I’d like to see a better show than “Rocky LaPorte.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-8342377529367676029?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/8342377529367676029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=8342377529367676029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8342377529367676029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8342377529367676029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/07/rocky-laporte-part-deux.html' title='&quot;Rocky LaPorte&quot; Part Deux'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-2919868567826779997</id><published>2007-07-12T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:48:51.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>I've seen the future, and it's name is not Rocky LaPorte</title><content type='html'>I like to make my opinions known.  (Which, of course, is an unusual trait for a blogger to have.)  I also like free stuff.  To those ends, a while back I signed up for a service that asks its members to review products and websites, and so forth.  Mostly I’ve reviewed some commercial websites.  It’s pretty easy work, and I’ve been rewarded for my time with Amazon gift certificates, but it wasn’t anything exciting.  Until last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call asking if I’d like to review a TV show, which I agreed to do.  Yesterday I got a DVD in the mail.  I was to watch it last night, and the company is going to call me tonight to ask questions about it.  I figured I might get the chance to preview some new show that might be on a network’s fall or winter line-up- I could be the one to determine if it would make it.  Maybe I would be getting a preview of the next “Heroes” (yay!) or maybe “Two and a Half Men” (boo!).  Or maybe I’d see the debut show of an up and coming star.  I was excited, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I put the DVD in the player, and start the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first scene takes place in a kitchen, where a young boy (about 10 or so) is reading from a book and spouting some trivia from it.  A superimposed title reveals we’re watching “The Rocky LaPorte Show.”  Dad (the titular Rocky, in real life a stand-up comedian) makes some allegedly humorous comments.  Sample dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boy: Did you know the ancient Aztecs used played soccer using human heads?&lt;br /&gt;Rocky: Well, you know, when you’re poor, you’ve got to make due with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;(Cue laugh track.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage daughter enters and exposits (not at all unnaturally) that today is Mom and Dad’s fifteenth wedding anniversary, and did Dad forget to buy a present again this year?  Dad feels that he got the perfect gift- a new chair for her office.  Daughter says that’s a horrible gift.  Dad gets a little nervous and claims he also has another gift, too.  And standard sitcom plot #23 is off and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty predictable where we go from here- Dad stops by to see his best friend, who works in a retirement home.  Said friend is a little dopey, but agrees to help with a new present.  A crotchety old man™ says to get her jewelry, so off we go to the jewelry store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad sees a nice diamond ring, but is put off when the woman at the store (played by Missi Pyle, the only person in the cast whose name I recognized, and only one of two who even looked remotely familiar) tells him it costs $12,000.  Dad realizes that cubic zirconium is the only thing in his price range, so he buys one that is about the size of a GameBoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, everyone he shows it to realizes it’s fake, so he heads back to the jewelry store to get his money back.  Missi Pyle is gone, and the current salesman is the only other person who looks familiar.  I don’t know his name, but he plays the Washington Mutual guy on TV commercials.  WaMu guy says that all sales are final and won’t refund Rocky’s money.  Fortunately, Rocky is a telephone repair man, so he threatens to cut off the store’s service.  This rather wishy-washy threat is enough to scare the bejesus out the salesman, so he gives Rocky his money back.  Rocky uses the money to buy a teeny-tiny diamond ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Rocky cooks dinner for his wife, gives her the ring and all is well with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- that’s the show I was all excited about.  Boy, was it bad.  None of the actors had any charisma, Rocky, who speaks in a heavily Chicago-accented nasal voice, is possibly the worst stand-up comedian turned actor I’ve ever seen- he cannot register any emotion at all.  The kids are your standard sitcom issue.  Either Rocky’s friend is a huge bland idiot, or the actor playing him is (and given the talent level of the rest of the cast, I’m going to put my money on the latter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only pleasant thing about the show was seeing Missi Pyle, but something about her seemed odd at first.  She’s not exactly a world-famous actress, but given the movies and TV shows she’s been in recently, I didn’t think she’d be acting in a non-recurring role in a pilot.  Then I realized that she’s a lot younger, thinner and brunette-er in this show than I’m used to seeing.  So I started wondering how old this show was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick scan of IMDb reveals no information about this show- it’s not on either Missi Pyle’s or Rocky LaPorte’s resume.  (Rocky’s does say he did a pilot, but it doesn’t say when that was.)  His website also mentions the pilot, but gives no other information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about the DVD was that there were commercials.  Off-hand, I remember one for Afflac Insurance and another for Cheese Nips featuring Quasimodo that was much funnier than the show itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions that accompanied the DVD said that I should watch it from start to finish with no breaks, and to pay attention to everything.  So, I guess I’m wondering whether I’m supposed to be critiquing a horrendous several-year-old failed TV pilot, or if I’m the test audience for a bunch of new commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company that sent out the DVD is calling me tonight for my opinions.  I guess I’ll find out more then.  When I do, I’ll keep all of you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-2919868567826779997?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/2919868567826779997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=2919868567826779997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2919868567826779997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2919868567826779997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-seen-future-and-its-name-is-not.html' title='I&apos;ve seen the future, and it&apos;s name is not Rocky LaPorte'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-1010379863545218979</id><published>2007-07-01T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:58:01.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Rememberance of Chillers Past- The Other Movie Stars</title><content type='html'>Hmm- only about 4 weeks since the last post.  If I don't start picking up the pace, you may accuse me of being a slacker or something.  Well, since I don't want that, I'll continue with the series that had you coming back for more- previous Chiller encounters.  This post will finish off the (more or less) mainstream stars, as well as two surprise musical guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, a couple of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sopranos&lt;/span&gt; alumni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZYiopm0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dHK9V59pBHc/s1600-h/Pantoliano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZYiopm0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dHK9V59pBHc/s320/Pantoliano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410457636641602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZmCopm3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pE2e5_lUR98/s1600-h/Vincent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZmCopm3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/pE2e5_lUR98/s320/Vincent.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410689564875634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Pantoliano and Frank Vincent (and the lovely Pilar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stripes&lt;/span&gt; and/or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rock and Roll High School&lt;/span&gt; fans, PJ Soles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZfyopm2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pdzdjps-BxY/s1600-h/Soles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZfyopm2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Pdzdjps-BxY/s320/Soles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410582190693218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if Sheena is more your speed, here's Tanya Roberts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZbiopm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xhTUQEaQIss/s1600-h/Roberts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZbiopm1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xhTUQEaQIss/s320/Roberts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410509176249170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Lois Lane, Margot Kidder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZNCopmxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sJOk6EWxi9o/s1600-h/Kidder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZNCopmxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sJOk6EWxi9o/s320/Kidder.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410260068145938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Indiana Jones girlfriend (and someone who's always reminded of being Margot Kidder's spunky younger sister), Karen Allen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZASopmuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wf_DxWp81OM/s1600-h/Allen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZASopmuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wf_DxWp81OM/s320/Allen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410041024813794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star of some great Hitchcock films, Tippi Hedren:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZJiopmwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uWmSZdHJhOs/s1600-h/Hedren.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZJiopmwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uWmSZdHJhOs/s320/Hedren.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410199938603778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Karen Black, who was great in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt;, and whose TV movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trilogy of Terror&lt;/span&gt; scared the pants off my mother back in the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZDyopmvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JZCeRyaUVfE/s1600-h/Black.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZDyopmvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JZCeRyaUVfE/s320/Black.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410101154355954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, our musical guests-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, she really, really wanted Candy, Anabela Lwin from Bow Wow Wow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZRSopmyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFWkRUn0BxI/s1600-h/Lwin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZRSopmyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFWkRUn0BxI/s320/Lwin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410333082589986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, the drummer from one of my all time favorite groups ever, Nick Mason of Pink Floyd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZVyopmzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vgCc3wOTOUI/s1600-h/Mason.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZVyopmzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vgCc3wOTOUI/s320/Mason.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082410410392001330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-1010379863545218979?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/1010379863545218979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=1010379863545218979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/1010379863545218979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/1010379863545218979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/07/rememberance-of-chillers-past-other.html' title='Rememberance of Chillers Past- The Other Movie Stars'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RohZYiopm0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dHK9V59pBHc/s72-c/Pantoliano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-6395083306559845628</id><published>2007-06-27T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T14:11:44.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog is not suitable for children or those with somewhat delicate sensibilities</title><content type='html'>If you're under 13, turn back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/pg-13.jpg" alt="Online Dating" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PG-13 is because of the presence of the words dead, shoot and steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real post will come later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-6395083306559845628?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/6395083306559845628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=6395083306559845628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6395083306559845628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6395083306559845628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-blog-is-not-suitable-for-children.html' title='This blog is not suitable for children or those with somewhat delicate sensibilities'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-9151921798979994588</id><published>2007-05-30T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:48:32.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your father's psychotic super-villain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rl1ymYgaoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LGWGd1yTIok/s1600-h/2105_joker_sp_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rl1ymYgaoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LGWGd1yTIok/s320/2105_joker_sp_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070334759228055730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!  I know exactly what my Halloween costume is going to be this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-9151921798979994588?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/9151921798979994588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=9151921798979994588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/9151921798979994588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/9151921798979994588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-your-fathers-psychotic-super.html' title='Not your father&apos;s psychotic super-villain'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rl1ymYgaoLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LGWGd1yTIok/s72-c/2105_joker_sp_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-6093412300144377014</id><published>2007-05-27T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:53:46.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Rememberance of Chillers Past- The  Horror, The Horror</title><content type='html'>Man- life sure has a way of getting in the way of doing stupid stuff.  I purposely chose an easy task for the next several blog posts, and I still can't manage more than one post every couple of weeks.  At this rate, I'll be done right around the October Chiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without any further ado, let's take a look at some of the people who starred in those scaaaarry movies, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, the American Werewolf, and quite a Pepper, David Naughton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlok7IgaoJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DK4Utww5ovw/s1600-h/Naughton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlok7IgaoJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DK4Utww5ovw/s320/Naughton.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404928873242770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a scream queen, but she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; kick a lot of monster butt in her prime, Sybil Danning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlok24gaoII/AAAAAAAAAFw/0eJCOFcX9iY/s1600-h/Danning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlok24gaoII/AAAAAAAAAFw/0eJCOFcX9iY/s320/Danning.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404855858798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking a lot different without all that scary black hair in front of her face, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ring&lt;/span&gt;'s own Samara (and the voice of Chihiro in the American version of one of my wife's favorite movies, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/span&gt;)- Daveigh Chase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokvogaoHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QvWf65nd4ho/s1600-h/Chase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokvogaoHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QvWf65nd4ho/s320/Chase.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404731304747122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of Chucky, Brad Dourif (who was also great as Billy Bibbit):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokqIgaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/siienr7CYn8/s1600-h/Dourif.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokqIgaoGI/AAAAAAAAAFg/siienr7CYn8/s320/Dourif.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404636815466594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Re-Animator himself, Jeffrey Combs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RloklIgaoFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wy8i5Tb_pd0/s1600-h/Combs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RloklIgaoFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wy8i5Tb_pd0/s320/Combs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404550916120658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not recognize her without the black wig and extreme cleavage, but that Cassandra Peterson, aka Elvira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokbIgaoEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g09ugdTEWPg/s1600-h/Peterson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokbIgaoEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g09ugdTEWPg/s320/Peterson.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404379117428802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladies of the Evil Dead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokSogaoDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ciOwVNAcWJM/s1600-h/Evil_Dead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokSogaoDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ciOwVNAcWJM/s320/Evil_Dead.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069404233088540722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would an Evil Dead autograph collection be without Bruce Campbell?  (Actually, this is kind of a cheat- I didn't get his autograph at Chiller, it was at a signing for one of his books.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlon0ogaoKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mVO_9wupS50/s1600-h/Campbell_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlon0ogaoKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mVO_9wupS50/s320/Campbell_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069408115738976418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's someone who should be immediately recognizable, Linda Blair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokEIgaoBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KJCs0vht184/s1600-h/Blair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlokEIgaoBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KJCs0vht184/s320/Blair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069403983980437522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, two signatures from the stars of one of my favorite scary/funny movies, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Phantasm&lt;/span&gt;.  Angus Scrimm (The Tall Man), and Reggie Bannister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlojoYgaoAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P_x63-_1IE4/s1600-h/Scrimm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlojoYgaoAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/P_x63-_1IE4/s320/Scrimm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069403507239067650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlojlIgan_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/MgT4ZC-nerw/s1600-h/Bannister.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RlojlIgan_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/MgT4ZC-nerw/s320/Bannister.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069403451404492786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-6093412300144377014?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/6093412300144377014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=6093412300144377014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6093412300144377014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6093412300144377014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/05/rememberance-of-chillers-past-horror.html' title='Rememberance of Chillers Past- The  Horror, The Horror'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/Rlok7IgaoJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DK4Utww5ovw/s72-c/Naughton.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-6460348437375891505</id><published>2007-05-10T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:09:28.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Remembrance of Chillers Past</title><content type='html'>Not really having a lot to write about right now, my mind wanders back to the plaintive comment left by The Edward: "Where are the Biffs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, where are the Biffs? Well, sir, there is at least one Biff in my archive, so I've decided to revisit past Chillers- for the next several days, I will be posting pictures from Chillers prior to my starting this blog. I am going to arrange the pictures thematically, with tonight's topic being "Television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let's begin with the Biffmeister himself, although I'm including him in "TV" because he was also Coach Fredericks in one of my all-time favorite shows, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freaks and Geeks&lt;/span&gt;.  Say hello to Tom Wilson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbcExl7GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/prk_GT6hAqY/s1600-h/Wilson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbcExl7GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/prk_GT6hAqY/s320/Wilson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131681459137634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to another cool show: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt;.  I've already posted Juliet Landau (Drusilla), but here are Julie Benz (Darla) and Mark Metcalf (The Master- Buffy's best "Big Bad.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPaL0xl65I/AAAAAAAAACw/idTYYE_JquY/s1600-h/Benz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPaL0xl65I/AAAAAAAAACw/idTYYE_JquY/s320/Benz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130302774635410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPa00xl6_I/AAAAAAAAADg/WpFk9_hBBh4/s1600-h/Metcalf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPa00xl6_I/AAAAAAAAADg/WpFk9_hBBh4/s320/Metcalf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131007149272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt; gave us Morty and Helen Seinfeld, Poppy, and The Soup Nazi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbF0xl7CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y9J2tyD5kXA/s1600-h/Seinfeld.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbF0xl7CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y9J2tyD5kXA/s320/Seinfeld.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131299207048226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbB0xl7BI/AAAAAAAAADw/yD_xtHrhKWI/s1600-h/Santoni.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbB0xl7BI/AAAAAAAAADw/yD_xtHrhKWI/s320/Santoni.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131230487571474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPasExl6-I/AAAAAAAAADY/YxtItN9uFFQ/s1600-h/L_Thomas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPasExl6-I/AAAAAAAAADY/YxtItN9uFFQ/s320/L_Thomas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130856825416674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show I have the most signatures from is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt;- representing the good guys are Adam West, Burt Ward, and Yvonne Craig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbVkxl7FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/91VQHw8kzR4/s1600-h/West.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbVkxl7FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/91VQHw8kzR4/s320/West.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131569789987922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbRkxl7EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AO5CIp8wKkw/s1600-h/Ward.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbRkxl7EI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AO5CIp8wKkw/s320/Ward.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131501070511170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPaZkxl67I/AAAAAAAAADA/klVlV0ckvss/s1600-h/Craig.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPaZkxl67I/AAAAAAAAADA/klVlV0ckvss/s320/Craig.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130538997836722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the bad guys in the personae of Julie (Rowr!!!) Newmar and the late Frank Gorshin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPa6Uxl7AI/AAAAAAAAADo/BejPfiDlRaU/s1600-h/Newmar_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPa6Uxl7AI/AAAAAAAAADo/BejPfiDlRaU/s320/Newmar_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131101638552578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPak0xl69I/AAAAAAAAADQ/vSNgCXyDY0o/s1600-h/Gorshin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPak0xl69I/AAAAAAAAADQ/vSNgCXyDY0o/s320/Gorshin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130732271365074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, last but not least- Carol Cleveland of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monty Python&lt;/span&gt; fame, Peter Tork of the Monkees, and David "Bud Bundy" Faustino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPaT0xl66I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BTaNgtucuVg/s1600-h/Cleveland.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPaT0xl66I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BTaNgtucuVg/s320/Cleveland.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130440213588898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbM0xl7DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2lya2mrjVXM/s1600-h/Tork.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbM0xl7DI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2lya2mrjVXM/s320/Tork.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063131419466132530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPagUxl68I/AAAAAAAAADI/lsMJrASEMNg/s1600-h/Faustino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPagUxl68I/AAAAAAAAADI/lsMJrASEMNg/s320/Faustino.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130654961953730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next day or two, I'll post another batch under a different theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-6460348437375891505?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/6460348437375891505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=6460348437375891505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6460348437375891505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6460348437375891505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/05/remembrance-of-chillers-past.html' title='Remembrance of Chillers Past'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RkPbcExl7GI/AAAAAAAAAEY/prk_GT6hAqY/s72-c/Wilson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-50287771714672232</id><published>2007-05-04T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:47:16.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Chiller Theatre- April 2007</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It's certainly been a while, hasn't it?  Nearly two whole months without a peep from me.  How did any of you ever make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened, but I've been too durn busy to really write any of it down- I've got quite a few posts in me that I hope to put up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, I just want to post the pictures from the latest Chiller Show. This one was at a new hotel, which was much nicer than the the one the previous two shows were at. It was a smaller show, too, with maybe only about half the guests as usual. Which meant I actually went home with money in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my latest autograph round up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with a Playmate- Miss July, 1959, Yvette Vickers.  You may also remember her from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman&lt;/span&gt; and MST3K fodder, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Giant Leeches&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvTs0xl60I/AAAAAAAAACI/Uv-tYnHPQ80/s1600-h/Vickers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvTs0xl60I/AAAAAAAAACI/Uv-tYnHPQ80/s320/Vickers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060871373315238722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Eric Roberts. I was surprised to see him at one of these shows, and even more surprised to find out he was a really nice guy. Very friendly with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvUB0xl61I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nU5xKVxZJDs/s1600-h/Eric+Roberts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvUB0xl61I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nU5xKVxZJDs/s320/Eric+Roberts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060871734092491602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not recognize his face, but I'm sure you'd recognize his voice(s)- Billy West from the Howard Stern Show, and the voice of Stimpy, Fry, Dr. Zoidberg, the green M&amp;M, the Honeynut Cheerios Bee, and many, many more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvUcExl62I/AAAAAAAAACY/MawPTs3Pg_s/s1600-h/Billy+West.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvUcExl62I/AAAAAAAAACY/MawPTs3Pg_s/s320/Billy+West.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060872185064057698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW- true story- once, while listening to Stern on the way to work, Billy had me laughing so hard I nearly got into an accident. I had to pull the car over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who had a TV in the 70s has seen at least one of Mason Reese's commercials- he did tons. Remember his commercials for Underwood Deviled Ham? Do you remember the word "borgasmord"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvU1kxl63I/AAAAAAAAACg/Vpq6tE53M4I/s1600-h/Reese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvU1kxl63I/AAAAAAAAACg/Vpq6tE53M4I/s320/Reese.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060872623150721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here's local horror host and living legend, Zacherley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvVAkxl64I/AAAAAAAAACo/I4pMxRwwrqI/s1600-h/Zacherley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvVAkxl64I/AAAAAAAAACo/I4pMxRwwrqI/s320/Zacherley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060872812129282946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-50287771714672232?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/50287771714672232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=50287771714672232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/50287771714672232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/50287771714672232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/05/chiller-theatre-april-2007.html' title='Chiller Theatre- April 2007'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RjvTs0xl60I/AAAAAAAAACI/Uv-tYnHPQ80/s72-c/Vickers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-3973348206109505166</id><published>2007-03-06T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:28:57.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention Finds'/><title type='text'>Convention Finds #5- Battle Royale</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Can it be nearly one month since I last posted?  Hmmm... this watching the baby thing is a little more time consuming than I had originally expected.  Well, I’ve got a little time now, so I think it’s time to dip back into my well of movies I’ve obtained from various conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/em&gt; is probably one of my favorite movies.  Depending on my mood, I’d probably place it in my top 10.  Directed by Kinji Fukasaku and starring the great actor Takeshi “Beat” Kitano and large cast of kids, the movie was originally released in Japan in 2000 to much acclaim and financial success.  However, the controversial nature of the film pretty much precluded it’s being released here, especially in the wake of the Columbine shootings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the movie is this: in the near-future, as unemployment (especially among the young) rises, Japanese students and teens are becoming increasingly rebellious and violent.  In an effort to curb this violence, the government enacts the “Millennium Education Reform” act (AKA “Battle Royale”), basically an organized method to channel this violence, and cull the herd, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- what happens?  Let’s begin at the beginning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie opens with a group of reporters trying to get an interview with the winner of the battle.  Cut to a girl in a bloody school uniform.  She smiles.  Fade to black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A senior class is on a bus, traveling to their graduation trip.  As the bus goes through a tunnel, they are suddenly gassed into unconsciousness.  When they wake up, they are in what appears to be an abandoned school.  A former teacher (Kitano) of theirs who had been stabbed by one of the students several years earlier explains what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been randomly selected to compete in the Battle Royale.  They have been shipped to a remote island where, over the next 48 hours, they will be fighting each other to the death until only one student left is left alive.  If, at the end of that time, more than one student is alive, all of them will be killed.  To make the game more interesting, they have all been fitted with explosive necklaces.  At certain times during the game random areas of the island will be declared off-limits.  Any students in those areas at the time will have their necklaces exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each student is given a pack of survival gear and sent out to begin the game.  The packs are all they will be given to help them fight.  The items in the packs range from the very useful (Uzis, axes, knives, pistols) to somewhat less so (a paper fan, binoculars, a megaphone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out, what could simply have devolved into a splatterfest a la &lt;em&gt;Saw&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Hostel&lt;/em&gt;, where we see a lot of blood and guts spilled from characters we don’t care too much about or know too much about (given the size of the cast (44 students), it’s to be expected that the movie would not have enough time to flesh them all out).  But the movie throws us for a loop- we start to care about the kids.  Part of it, I think, is that it’s easy to feel empathy for their situation- they’ve committed no crime other than being young, and now they have to kill or be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reactions of the students are pretty realistic- a few just freak out and become easy targets.  Some of the students hide themselves and try to figure out ways to beat the system.  Others band together and hope that that maybe more than one will be allowed to make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the layers of the movie is the director understands the cliquishness of high school and the drama of simply being a teenager.  How do you shoot someone you’ve known all your life?  Does knowing she’s the school’s stuck bitch make it easier for you to pull the trigger?  Or does the fact that you’ve secretly had a crush on her make it harder to shoot her, even as she’s coming at you with a gun of her own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what do you do when you think that one of your best friends may have poisoned you?  Even though you've known her your whole life, and she denies it, she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; try to steal your boyfriend that one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the students, the ones we spend the most time with are a young couple, Noriko and Nanahara, and Kawada, someone they’d never seen before.  Kawada, it turns out, won a previous Battle Royale, but only after he ended up killing his girlfriend.  Somehow he got kidnapped to participate in this one, and to atone for his girlfriend’s death, promises to help Noriko and Nanahara get off the island.  This will be no easy task, especially since there is one more ringer in the mix- an unnamed psychotic who signed up to play simply because he wanted to kill people, a task which he proves to be very skilled at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie manages to keep the suspense levels high as we can never be sure who’s going to survive.  Although some of the kids prove to be surprisingly good at killing, dumb luck and fate help even the playing field a bit.  Just when you think someone is going to do well, and maybe have a chance to win the game, they’ll get offed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t spoil the ending to reveal who wins, although most people will probably figure it out before the movie’s end, even despite the twists and turns getting there.  This one that’s definitely worth searching for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-3973348206109505166?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/3973348206109505166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=3973348206109505166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/3973348206109505166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/3973348206109505166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/03/convention-finds-5-battle-royale.html' title='Convention Finds #5- Battle Royale'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-7837130467979044747</id><published>2007-02-10T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:46:54.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>I had a strange dream the other night.  Funny thing is, even though I woke up thinking to myself how screwy the dream was, about 5 minutes later, I had forgotten everything about it.  Which, I think, is typical for most people and their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, have several recurring dreams that I remember clearly.  What they say about me is anyone's guess, but, since I can't think of anything else to write about right now, I guess I'll bare my psyche to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; One of the earliest dreams I can remember is the dream where I'm handicapped- I was usually either blind or suddenly unable to walk, occasionally both.  I haven't had that dream in ages- it seemed to fade after elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Possibly the strangest recurring dream I've had is the "Night of the Living Dead" scenario in which I was the last person left alive in a world of zombies.  This dream was nearly always triggered by my watching a movie in which someone came back from the dead.  However, neither &lt;i&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/i&gt; nor &lt;i&gt;The Greatest Story Ever Told&lt;/i&gt; triggered this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That dream where I'm in school and look down and realize I'm naked.  I stopped having this dream after I graduated.  Then it became the dream where I'm at work and look down and realize I'm naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any of those dreams in years, though.  The only recurring dream I have now is the one where it's the last day of the semester and I suddenly realize that there's once class I failed to show up for, and, in fact, I'd completely forgotten it was on my schedule.  Of course, it's an important class, and I need an "A" in it if I'm going to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm stressed, this is the dream that I have.  In some cases it's so vivid that even after waking up, I have to convince myself I'm not back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- any of you have any weird dreams you want to share?  Or any analyses of what's &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; going on this sick, twisted brain of mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-7837130467979044747?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/7837130467979044747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=7837130467979044747&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7837130467979044747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7837130467979044747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet dreams'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-3398002226068572017</id><published>2007-01-26T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T11:27:50.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, how did I get here?</title><content type='html'>Not having any real ideas on what to write about, I decided to do something no blogger's ever done before- write about the searches people use to find my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, most of the links to my site come from me going there directly, but there are a few people who've found me via help from our old pal Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fewer that three people have found me by searching for Kymberli Durden and her demonic dolls.  Scary that there are people out there who would actually buy these things.  Frankly, I'd rather take my chances with a Zuni warrior doll, but what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also high on the list were people looking for more information on Estus Pirkle.  I hope my commentary on "If Footmen Tire You..." was of some help to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the stranger searches- someone was looking for cartoons about the ebola virus (I didn't realize I had even referenced ebola in any of my posts).  Someone looking for "R2D2 Pinewood Derby Cars" managed to locate me.  Someone from Australia was Googling Princess Leia, found me and tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest one, though, was the editor of "Geek Monthly" who somehow found my review of his magazine.  I feel bad that the review was so negative, but he emailed me, and he seemed like a nice enough guy.  Plus, he's going to send me a copy of #2.  So, this whole blogging thing is paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in a blatant attempt to attract more viewers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears Lindsay Lohan Jenna Jameson X-Men Naked Vampire Slayer Playmate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-3398002226068572017?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/3398002226068572017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=3398002226068572017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/3398002226068572017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/3398002226068572017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-how-did-i-get-here.html' title='Well, how did I get here?'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-7261694779033748041</id><published>2007-01-18T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:47:12.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't put up anything new in a while, so I apologize to the two or three of you out there who actually read this blog.  Ever since my wife went back to work, and I've had to take care of the baby at night, I haven't had time to do much writing.  I'm not complaining- playing with my daughter gives me a lot more pleasure than reviewing videotapes I bought at a convention, but I still want to get back to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was inspired to write the above by the strange dream I had last night.  I dreamed I logged onto the site, and found that my blog had been taken over by a stranger whose posts consisted of either attacks on me, or thinly-disguised ads for various on-line services.  I have no idea what that dream says about my psychological well-being, but I figured it was a sign to get back to the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I'll be able to post another review or two this weekend, although I really have no idea what it's going to be about.  Let's see if I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-7261694779033748041?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/7261694779033748041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=7261694779033748041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7261694779033748041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7261694779033748041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-guess-its-been-long-time.html' title='I guess it&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-1168854265297953762</id><published>2006-12-30T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:08:31.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag- You're It!</title><content type='html'>Someone from Australia blog-tagged me, so I figured I’d get in on the fun.  Basically, you tag five people and hope they continue the game.  Also, you've got to list 5 facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I'll list my tagging method, then the tagged.  After that, come the 5 facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a highly scientific method to do the tag- I have two friends on my blog list- Edward and Samantha, so I decided to use them to do a six degrees of separation thingy.  Basically, I went to Edward’s site, clicked on of his friends links, then clicked on a friends link there, and so on until I was 6 blogs away.  I did two with Edward, and two with Samantha.  For the fifth one, I used that method with the guy who tagged me originally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are the 5 blogs who got tagged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, they’re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicolettevaldez.blogspot.com/"&gt;bomb diggities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://countthesheep.livejournal.com/"&gt;Countthesheep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoirsofanevilgenius.typepad.com/"&gt;Memoirs of an Evil Genius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modish.typepad.com/modish/"&gt;Modish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bermudayankee.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Yankee in Bermuda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I was 8, I won the Indian Guides Pinewood derby competition.  Sadly, the trophy I got was the first and only sports-related trophy I ever received.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm the proud owner of a copy of "Amazing Fantasy" #15, featuring the first appearance of Spider-Man.&lt;br /&gt;3. I met my wife when I was on vacation in Ecuador.  She was working the front desk of the hotel I was staying at.  I spent two weeks gawking at her before I worked up the nerve to ask her out.  The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite cities- in the US, it's New Orleans.  In the rest of the world, it's Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;5. At the present time, I am totally kicking butt on Guitar Hero II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-1168854265297953762?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/1168854265297953762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=1168854265297953762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/1168854265297953762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/1168854265297953762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/12/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag- You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-6101135018046565937</id><published>2006-12-21T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T15:30:51.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention Finds'/><title type='text'>Convention Find #4- The Star Wars Holiday Special</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to spend two weeks in Australia.  The hotel where I was staying had a pretty nice breakfast buffet.  My first morning there I tried a traditional Australian food known as Vegemite.  It was horrendous!  I had never tasted anything so awful before, and I couldn’t believe that the fine folks at Kraft were trying to pass this off as food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second day there, I had some Vegemite again.  Why?  Simple.  I thought to myself that it couldn’t have been as awful as I remembered, so I wanted to try it to make sure.  It was as awful as I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to my latest Convention Find- &lt;em&gt;The Star Wars Holiday Special&lt;/em&gt;, the Vegemite of TV Specials.  It’s so awful you have to watch it again just to assure yourself that you weren’t hallucinating its awfulness the first time you saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1977, &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; (I refuse to call it “A New Hope” or “Episode Four”- we all called it “Star Wars” when it came out, and “Star Wars” it will remain) was released and was a huge financial success.  It permeated the culture and helped revive the moribund science fiction genre in movies.  It was inevitable that there would be a sequel (even if George Lucas hadn’t already planned out a 9 episode arc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip ahead to 1978. &lt;em&gt;The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/em&gt; is still some months away, and Kenner’s got a buttload of new “Star Wars” toys that it wants to sell at Christmas.  How do you keep the franchise in the forefront of everyone’s minds?  Why, a Christmas Special, of course.  But since the series takes place “a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away”, the show can’t actually refer to Christmas.  So, the producers make up the Wookiee holiday “Life Day,” and center the story around Chewbacca’s family as they await Chewie’s return for the big holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start off with scenes pulled from the movie- the Millennium Falcon is trying to escape some Imperial Ships.  Cut to inside, where Han and Chewy exposit a bit about how Han has never let Chewie down before when he needed to get home for Life Day.  (Incidentally, despite the fact that this is an official &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; movie, and most of the major players from the movie appear in it, they do not use any of the actual sets.  That explains why the interiors of the Millennium Falcon have a somewhat cardboardy look to them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we return, we meet the members of Chewie’s family: his wife, Mala; his father, Itchy; and his son, Lumpy.  (Yes- Itchy, Lumpy and Chewie.  Do all Wookiee men have adjectives for names?)  They are having a typical Wookiee day- Mala’s doing housework, Itchy is sitting around, and morbidly obese Lumpy is trying to steal some cookiees, err... cookies.  (Actually, later we’ll find out they’re actually called “Wookiee-Ookiees.”  Gah.)  They also talk to each other in that roaring Wookiee language.  This goes on for 10 minutes (I timed it with my VCR), with nary a subtitle to help us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something happens- Lumpy walks over to one of those holographic chess tables from the first movie, and spends 5 minutes watching some proto-Cirque du Soleil shenanigans set to boring New Age music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala walks over to a viewscreen and sees a message that there are no starships in the vicinity.  She then opens a secret panel, which reveals another viewscreen.  She uses this to call our next guest stars, Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker and R2-D2.  This special must have been shot not too long after Hamill’s motorcycle accident, because the skin on his face (especially around is eyes) is oddly tight and plasticy, and he is made-up to almost Tammy Faye Bakker levels.  Mala tells him she is worried about Chewie, and he reassures her that her husband will be home before too long.  Their conversation is in what I like to call “Lassie-speak”, where Mala roars something in Wookiee, Luke repeats what she said in English (for the benefit of us who are non-proficient Wookiee speakers), and then answers her.  You know, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala:  “Roar, Rooowwwer!”&lt;br /&gt;Luke: “What’s that Mala?  You’re worried about Chewbacca?  Don’t worry, he’ll be home soon.”&lt;br /&gt;Mala: “Growlllll... Growllll”&lt;br /&gt;Luke: “Do I think he’s going to bring you lots of presents?  Of course he is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You know, if I were having a conversation with someone and the first part of their reply was always a restatement of what I told them, I’d probably end up roaring and growling at them, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rocket engine Luke is working on suddenly starts emitting copious amounts of smoke, so Luke signs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Mala contacts Saun Dan, a trader.  Saun Dan is played by Art Carney- a very overweight Art Carney who seems unable to button up his shirt.  What follows is a brief sketch where an imperial Storm Trooper is looking to buy a personal groomer.  I’m not sure if this sketch is supposed to be funny, or if it was even rehearsed beforehand- the pacing is very odd, with a lot of pauses, as if the two were just improvising the whole scene.  After the trooper leaves, Saun Dan gives Mala the same type of assurances (in Lassie-speak) that Luke gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick cut to one of the Imperial battleships, where Darth Vader is talking to one of his officers about the Millennium Falcon’s escape, and how they must search every house on the planet to find the two rebels.  This scene was obviously taken from the movie and then overdubbed, as the officer’s mouth in no way matches the words that are coming out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Casa de Bacca, we get what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; intended to be a comedy sketch.  Mala is preparing Bantha Rump for dinner, and she turns on a cooking show to see how it’s done.  The show features Harvey Korman as Goormanda, a Julia Child-type cook with four arms.  The four arms allow Goormanda to prepare the food much faster than Mala, who has trouble keeping up.  Mala gets flustered and turns off the TV.  Comedy gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in space, the Millennium Falcon is still trying to evade the Imperial forces.  An announcement comes over the viewscreen that a blockade is now in place around the planet, and the Empire has declared martial law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saun Dan comes to visit the ‘Bacca house, and brings Life Day presents for the family.  What follows is a truly disturbing scene- Itchy’s present is a memory chip, which Saun Dan describes as being very “Wow!”  Itchy sits in a virtual reality chair, inserts the chip, and then puts a helmet on.  Itchy smiles widely as Diahanne Carroll appears.  She tells Itchy that she is his fantasy, and that he should enjoy and experience her fully.  Then she sings a truly awful song.  Itchy meanwhile grins lewdly and starts breathing heavily.  At the end of the song, we see him lying back in the chair with a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; satisfied look on his face.  He probably needed a cigarette at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the her post-coital father-in-law (can you be post-coital if you’re by yourself?), Mala goes back to the viewscreen and calls Princess Leia and C-3PO.  Judging by her glazed expression, and eyes that are all pupil, Leia is played by what looks to be a pre-rehab Carrie Fisher.  Leia and 3PO give Mala the same assurances that Luke did, and sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the Falcon, Han and Chewie have broken through the Imperial blockade, and decide to land in a safe area in the north section of the planet.  They’ll have to walk from there.  (Apparently, the Wookiees live on a pretty small planet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala hears a knock on the door, and rushes over, assuming it’s her husband.  Unfortunately, it’s two Imperial officers and two stormtroopers, who proceed to search the house.  They nearly discover Mala’s hidden communicator, but Saun Dan distracts them by suggesting that Mala prepare food for everyone.  He also gives one of the officers a video to watch.  This one features Jefferson Starship doing a song that is &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; as good as “We Built This City.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the video, the search continues, with the stormtroopers going upstairs to Lumpy’s room.  To show how evil they are, the troopers rip the head off of Lumpy’s stuffed Bantha.  While this is going on, Lumpy stays distracted by watching a cartoon of his father’s adventures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Millennium Falcon crashes on a water planet.  Luke, Leia, R2 and 3PO go after them, and run into Boba Fett, who wants to help them.  They all board the Falcon, where Han has been infected by a mysterious sleeping virus caused by an ancient talisman.  Luke immediately contracts the virus as well.  Fett tells Chewie that he can get a cure in a nearby, Imperial-occupied city.  Once there, Fett instructs Chewie to stay behind while he gets the cure.  After he’s away from Chewie, Fett contacts Darth Vader and informs him of the situation.  He tells Vader he will deliver the rebels to him.  On the Falcon, as C-3PO is caring for Han and Luke, he and R2-D2 intercept the message.  Fett and Chewie return to the Falcon, and cure Han and Luke.  After they recover, 3PO tells everyone about Fett’s plan.  Fett ignites his jet pack and blasts away, promising that he will meet them all again.  Everyone then returns to the rebel base on board the Falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cartoon is over, and the stormtroopers have moved to another part of the house, Lumpy goes back to his room and opens the present that Saun Dan gave him.  It’s a bunch of electronic parts and an instructional video.  The video, our next bit of “comedy”, features Harvey Korman as a malfunctioning robot who acts out the assembly instructions for the kit.  The hilarity consists of video and audio tomfoolery that make Korman look like a Max Headroom precursor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs, the stormtroopers are still searching the house as the viewscreen comes on.  A voice-over announces that the program, “Life On Tattoine”, is required viewing for everyone.  We then cut to the Mos Eisley cantina, which is run by Bea Arthur.  Harvey Korman shows up as his third character (the guy’s a veritable Peter Sellers)- an alien who drinks by pouring liquids into the hole on the top of his head.  Stormtroopers enter the bar, declare martial law (again!), and order everyone to their homes.  Arthur ushers everyone out by singing a song.  And, yes, it was probably the awfulness of the song rather than the martial law that caused everyone to leave the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the troopers get a transmission telling them to return to base.  All but one leave.  The remaining trooper discovers that the return to base is not an official command, but is coming from the kit the Lumpy built.  He destroys the kit, and then chases Lumpy downstairs and outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they’re outside, Chewie and Han show up.  Chewie rescues Lumpy by casually strolling across the porch and standing between him and the trooper.  Han, meanwhile, sneaks up behind the trooper and knocks a blaster out of his hands.  The trooper then conveniently trips, falls over a railing and plummets to his death to the forest below.  (Did I mention that Wookiees live in big treehouses, hundreds of feet in the air?  Well, they do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Chewie reunited with his family, they can have their Life Day celebration.  This consists of dressing in red graduation robes, holding glowing spheres and walking through outer space with a bunch of other Wookiees.  When they reach their destination, they are met by Han, Luke, Leia, C-3PO and R2D2.  Leia sings a Life Day song (very off-key), set vaguely to John Williams’ “Star Wars Theme” as Chewie flashes back to all of his adventures from &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at what I’ve written, I see my summary takes up nearly 4 pages in Word, which would imply that something happened during this show.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  For two hours (including commercials), we are forced to watch interminable scenes of Wookiee growls followed poorly paced and horribly unfunny “comedy” sketches.  Or, for a change of pace, we get amazingly awful songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks uncomfortable in this- most give off a “I’m only doing this because I’m contractually obligated” vibe.  Carrie Fisher seems to have gotten through it only by being highly medicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off this review with the joke about Vegemite.  At least, I intended it to be a joke until I watched this video again.  It had been at least 5 years since the last time I watched the show, and I wanted to see it again so I could write with it fresh in my mind.  But, my goodness, it truly was painful to watch.  I was glad I had it on tape so I could fast forward through all the boring parts (which comprise about 95% of the show).  In a complete turnabout from the way most people watch TV shows on video, I fast-forwarded through the show just so I could get to the commercials, which were infinitely more entertaining than the program which surrounded them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a loss to describe how terrible this production is, until I was hit by this thought:  George Lucas has said there will never be an official, Lucas-approved version released on DVD.  Ever.  Lucas is proud of &lt;em&gt;The Phantom Menace&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Attack of the Clones&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;/em&gt; and has released them in deluxe DVD editions.  But no &lt;em&gt;Holiday Special&lt;/em&gt; DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck- you can get &lt;em&gt;Howard the Duck&lt;/em&gt; on DVD.  But not &lt;em&gt;The Star Wars Holiday Special&lt;/em&gt;.  It’s that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-6101135018046565937?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/6101135018046565937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=6101135018046565937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6101135018046565937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/6101135018046565937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/12/convention-find-4-star-wars-holiday.html' title='Convention Find #4- The Star Wars Holiday Special'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-2027563910599278645</id><published>2006-12-15T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:28:47.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention Finds'/><title type='text'>Convention Find #3- If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do?</title><content type='html'>In the late 1960s, Ron Ormond was nearly killed in a plane crash, and, as a result, became a born-again Christian.  Prior to the crash, Ormond had directed and/or produced such exploitation fare as &lt;em&gt;Mesa of Lost Women&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Outlaw Women&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Monster and the Stripper&lt;/em&gt;, and so forth.  With his new outlook on life, he decided to leave such sleazy entertainment behind and to produce movies that would help spread the Word.  His first effort, &lt;em&gt;If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do?&lt;/em&gt;, shows that while you can take the man out of the exploitation world, you can’t take the exploitation world from the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this film, Ormond teamed up with Rev. Estus Pirkle to film one of the reverend’s sermons, and added some dramatizations to round out the film.  The idea was to show this movie to congregations and warn them of the danger to the United States if our country falls away from God’s word.  Since this was the 1970s, there was only one real danger to worry about- a Communist takeover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin with the credits rolling over some uniformed men on horseback.  An off-screen voice asks, “Reverend Pirkle, are the pictures we about to see true fact, or are they figments of your imagination?” Of course, we know Pirkle’s reply- “I can document every statement in this film.  And all of the documented re-enactments are taken from actual events that have taken place in Russia, Korea, China, and Cuba, where the communists have already taken over.  The only difference is that we’re using Americans to emphasize that the same thing can and will happen....  if they take over.” (And by Americans he means white, small-town Southerners.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the credits over, the movie can start.  We see Judy being driven to church by some guy who we assume is her boyfriend.  Judy, like all the women in this movie, is dressed in some very 70s clothes, and has an elaborately ugly hairdo.  As they arrive in church, we realize Judy is a sinner- she says she is only showing up for the sake of appearances.  Her boyfriend won’t go in because “[He’s] not a Christian, [he’s] a lover.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy enters the church and takes a pew near the front.  We see the church is full of very bored-looking parishioners, and then we see the source of their boredom.  We cut to a very tight shot of Rev. Pirkle as he begins his sermon.  Get used to seeing Pirkle’s face in close-up- I’d say at least 50-60% of the movie consists of this shot.  (Another good portion of the film is footage of people getting gunned down, as we will see.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirkle begins by asking if his parishioners are concerned about their country, about rising crime rates, riots on college campuses, if they think things are getting better.  He tells them that there must be a revival in America within the next 24 months, otherwise God completely forsake America and go to another country at the Second Coming instead (He scares his parishioners by saying that maybe God will save Brazil or Indonesia instead of the US).  In addition, America will be taken over by the Communists!  He warns us that there are “footmen” around us, weakening our minds and wills, and eventually enabling the Communists to take us over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of footmen do we have to watch out for?  Let’s see- there are the violent and sex-filled cartoons on TV.  In fact, TV is bad in and of itself.  According to Pirkle’s carefully researched facts, TV has increased crime by 1000%!  And TV will turn people away from reading the Bible!  To illustrate this, we get a POV shot from inside a television, showing a young boy watching what must be an exciting TV show (probably a sexy violent cartoon), because he is getting very wound up watching it.  Sitting next to him is Dad, trying so hard to read his Bible, but getting increasingly distracted by Junior and his pornographic anime.  Eventually, Dad puts the Bible away and joins in on the fun with his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some other footmen?  How about drive-ins (“a spawning house for sex!”) or dancing (“Just as wrong as it’s always been!  It’s the front door to adultery!  The thing that started on the dance floor is expected to be finished in a parked car or a motel somewhere!”) This really gets to Judy, as she has an acid flashback to that time she put on make-up, danced with some guy, and drank some alcohol (presumably after watching TV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all this moral weakening, the true horrors will come- America will fall under the boot of Communism.  How?  Well, Pirkle and Ormond skimp on the details- all we see is a clip of a TV anchorman telling his audience that the president, his chief advisors and the governors of several states have been killed.  According to Pirkle, it will only take 15 minutes for all of this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now comes the fun part, as Ormond reaches into his exploitation bag of tricks to show us what life in America will be like under the Communists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the persecution of Christians will consist of gunning as many of them down as possible, as demonstrated by shots of bloody, bullet-riddled bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they will come to take Christian children from their families to put them into re-education camps.  If you resist, you will be gunned down (as demonstrated by shots of the bloody, bullet-riddled bodies of one kid’s parents).  “What does re-education consist of?” you ask.  The lesson will be very cunning and subtle- we see a Communist teacher asks his students to pray for Jesus Christ for candy, with no result.  Then the children pray to Fidel Castro (Castro?  &lt;em&gt;Castro?!?!&lt;/em&gt;, you mean we end up getting conquered by the Cubans?) and &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;!, a soldier just happens to come in and dump a bag of candy in the classroom!  (Actually, the candy doesn’t look all that good.  That's what you get for praying to a small-timer like Castro.  I bet Brezhnev or Mao would have provided Milky Ways.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the atrocities mount.  The soldiers come upon a man teaching a sermon in the middle of an open field (which seems to be a pretty stupid place to hold it, considering all the gunning down of Christians that is going on.) To prevent the kids from ever again hearing the word of God, one child has bamboo shoved in one ear and out the other.  Luckily, the skull contains no vital organs because the kid seems to be pretty much OK, other than the fact that he vomits profusely into the camera.  (And I must give Ormond and the kid points for the truly effective vomit- it’s not quite Linda Blair in &lt;em&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/em&gt;, but it still looks pretty cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see other forms of torture- people being forced to stare for hours at a wall 7” away from them, causing their vision to blur; a man is kept out in the hot sun with no water for days, and is then force-fed salt; people must sit on hard benches from 5AM to 10PM listening to Communist propaganda.  (Side note: The dialog in this part of the film may be familiar to any Negativland fans out there.  Pirkle’s lines “Christianity is stupid,” “Communism is good,” “17 hours a day!” and a few others were later sampled for the song “Christianity is Stupid.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldiers next show up at the end of a church sermon, and pull aside a young couple who have just received Christ.  As a reward, they are taken around the back and gunned down (as demonstrated by shots of their bloody, bullet-riddled bodies).  When the rest of the parishioners run over to see what has happened, they are gunned down (as demonstrated by shots of their bloody, bullet-riddled bodies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Christian left standing is a young boy who runs out of the church, carrying a picture of Jesus.  The head soldier stops him, and, in an accent that changes from Bela Lugosi to Boris Badenov to Mississippi drawl (sometimes within the space of a few syllables), tells the kid that his parents are dead, but if he steps on the picture of Jesus, he will be well-taken care of.  The kid contemplates this for a second, then looks off into space and says “Jeee-zzzuuuss, Yee-eew dahd fer mee-eee.  Nay-ow, Ah wee-yull daah fer Yee-eew.” Whereupon the solder proceeds to gun hi....  er, wait- the soldier gets creative and saws the kid’s head off with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what about out harlot friend Judy?  During all of these stories, we get occasional shots of her flashing back to her sinful life- the alcohol, the dancing, the pre-marital kissing.  We also see her ignoring her aged Mama’s pleas to accept Jesus into her life.  Finally, Mama has a heart attack and collapses into Judy’s arms.  She tells Judy the only way she can be at rest is if Judy accepts Jesus as her personal Lord and Savior, and then dies.  (Wow!  Way to lay a really heavy guilt trip on your daughter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memory, coupled with the story of the beheaded child, is too much for Judy.  She screams “Noooo!” and runs up Rev. Pirkle to be saved.  The acid must really be kicking in, because she also hallucinates her Mom is lying in her casket in front of her.  (Surprisingly, they seemed to have buried Mama in the housedress and hairnet she was wearing when she died).  Judy accepts Jesus, is saved, and will now go to Heaven when she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-2027563910599278645?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/2027563910599278645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=2027563910599278645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2027563910599278645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/2027563910599278645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-late-1960s-ron-ormond-was-nearly.html' title='Convention Find #3- If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do?'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-8982334574811031638</id><published>2006-12-02T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:07:31.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dollies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We spent most of Thanksgiving week visiting my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While were there, my Mom received a copy of the Paradise Galleries catalog in the mail.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the large majority of you out there who haven’t heard of it, Paradise Galleries "offer[s] dolls by the world’s finest artists, painstakingly reproduced to their exacting standards at prices any collector can afford."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what do these dolls look like?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Brace yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, have Thomas, an anatomically correct doll sculpted by Linda Spahic:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_1D7hG_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lrWfz2X1rdg/s1600-h/Baby01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_1D7hG_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lrWfz2X1rdg/s320/Baby01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004061948038421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Linda sculpted Thomas packing because that face ain't gonna get him a lot of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Carter gives us this trio of cuteness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_tT7hG-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oD-Ag3XYzCw/s1600-h/Baby02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_tT7hG-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oD-Ag3XYzCw/s320/Baby02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004061814894435298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know- Morlocks are so adorable when they're young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about these kids from Kymberli Durden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_7D7hHAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SpXqgNkh4HA/s1600-h/Baby03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_7D7hHAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SpXqgNkh4HA/s320/Baby03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004062051117636610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that "Kymberli Durden" is really Dr. Moreau in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from Kymberli Durden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAFz7hHCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oUG73Ep4pwU/s1600-h/Baby04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAFz7hHCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oUG73Ep4pwU/s320/Baby04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004062235801230370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushmouth from the "Fat Albert Babies" Collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sweet treasure from Ms. Durden is anatomically correct Olivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAYz7hHEI/AAAAAAAAABE/vi8zu3zX4rA/s1600-h/Baby05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAYz7hHEI/AAAAAAAAABE/vi8zu3zX4rA/s320/Baby05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004062562218744898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Olivia's mom had a slight drinking problem while she was pregnant.  In fact, Olivia looks like she was born with a hang-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is Kymberli Durden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAhz7hHGI/AAAAAAAAABU/0DdDrlKauPw/s1600-h/Baby07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAhz7hHGI/AAAAAAAAABU/0DdDrlKauPw/s320/Baby07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004062716837567586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see her on the street, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; make eye contact.  Just keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, from the "Hoochie Mama" collection, we have Margot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAez7hHFI/AAAAAAAAABM/YqZHGmUkuFg/s1600-h/Baby06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXIAez7hHFI/AAAAAAAAABM/YqZHGmUkuFg/s320/Baby06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004062665297960018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the catalog, Margot "is a sultry vision in her lacy undergarments."  She's crafted in Paradise Galleries "GentleTouch Vinyl."  Aren't RealDolls also made of GentleTouch Vinyl?.  (Although, I do think Margot's kind of hot.  Am I going to Hell?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-8982334574811031638?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/8982334574811031638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=8982334574811031638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8982334574811031638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/8982334574811031638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-dollies.html' title='Hello Dollies!'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kOfixCwEzpQ/RXH_1D7hG_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lrWfz2X1rdg/s72-c/Baby01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-7882475422841226020</id><published>2006-12-02T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:08:24.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention Finds'/><title type='text'>Convention Find #2- Alternative 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My previous review of &lt;i style=""&gt;Ghostwatch&lt;/i&gt; inspired me to start a series- “Convention Finds”- where I’ll review the various movies that I’ve picked up at conventions over the years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For this second part of the series, I’ve decided to keep with a theme established by &lt;i style=""&gt;Ghostwatch&lt;/i&gt;- the hoax film.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a while the idea of extraterrestrial visitors was kind of in vogue among the public- there was Whitley Strieber’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Communion&lt;/i&gt;, Fox’s “Alien Autopsy”, “The X-Files” and the like all positing that there are aliens among us and the government is covering up this fact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(For the record, I believe that there is life on other planets, although I don’t think Earth has ever been visited by any alien life forms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me, the evidence just isn’t there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I do like to read about unusual phenomena, so I briefly immersed myself in UFO lore.)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was at this point that I first heard of &lt;i style=""&gt;Alternative 3&lt;/i&gt;- a documentary that had originally aired in Britain in 1977.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Alternative 3&lt;/i&gt; claimed that there was a vast conspiracy among the world’s governments which involved scientists that had gone missing, and secret space missions.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The show was part of an educational series called &lt;i style=""&gt;Science Report&lt;/i&gt;, and was hosted by Tim Brinton, a BBC announcer and future member of Parliament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It begins by investigating a “brain drain” going on in Britain, in which many of its top scientists, engineers, physicists, etc. were disappearing or dying under mysterious circumstances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the scientists- Dr. Ballantine- has left behind a mysterious videotape that is unplayable on standard equipment.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the reporters delve farther into the mystery, evidence arises that points to the scientists having been involved in a secret American/Soviet plan in outer space.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The evidence also suggests that space travel had been possible for much longer than was commonly accepted.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what exactly was this secret plan?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems scientists had determined that, due to massive pollution, the Earth's surface would be unable to support life for much longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three solutions to the problem were proposed: Alternative 1- detonating nuclear bombs in the stratosphere in order to allow the pollution to escape; Alternative 2- constructing an elaborate underground city; Alternative 3- populating Mars via a waystation on the Moon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We see an interview with Apollo astronaut Bob Grodin who claims to have stumbled on a mysterious lunar base during his moonwalk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He tells the reporters that Ballantine’s videotape can only be played on machines equipped with a special decoding device.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the reporters secure such a device, we are treated to the smoking gun- the videotape depicts a landing on the Martian surface- in 1962! As Russian and American voices excitedly celebrate their achievement, something stirs beneath the Martian soil...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then come the credits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You mean this was a work of fiction?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Yes- I realize this is how I ended my recap of &lt;i style=""&gt;Ghostwatch&lt;/i&gt;, but I believe in recycling.)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes- &lt;i style=""&gt;Alternative 3&lt;/i&gt; is another BBC-sponsored prank (the show was originally to have aired on April 1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Due to some production snags, it didn’t premiere until June.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one was both more and less effective than &lt;i style=""&gt;Ghostwatch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was less effective because it didn’t cause the kinds of panicked reactions (and subsequent banning) of the latter show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it was way more effective because this documentary really has legs- there are still people today who believe that what was shown in it was the truth.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not qualified to give (nor am I very good at it when I try) any kind of psychological analysis of people who, for one reason or another, really need to believe in this kind of thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I said earlier, I believe in life on other planets, I just don’t think it’s made contact with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also believe that those in power cover up a lot of information, and tend to act in their own best interests over those of the people they’ve been chosen to govern.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there are many people who take this to the extreme and let it dominate their own critical facilities.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking at &lt;i style=""&gt;Alternative 3&lt;/i&gt;, it can feed paranoia- thirty years on, we are still worried about pollution, global warming, global cooling, and other environmental disasters, but our governments seem not be too concerned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why, if environmental breakdown would also affect their lives, don’t they do something?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps they &lt;i style=""&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have a plan to help themselves at our expense.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other UFOlogists have taken this and run with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Milton William Cooper has stated that there was another alternative, which was elimination of vast segments of the population, possibly by biowarfare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AIDS was first seen only a few years this show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what about Ebola, West Nile Virus and Bird Flu?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, surely the fact that there are &lt;i style=""&gt;acting and writing credits&lt;/i&gt; at the end of the show accounts for something?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nope- all part of clever disinformation process- disguise truth as fiction so that people will scoff at the truth-seekers.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway- the DVD I have has a nice bonus feature- a videotape of a lecture at a UFO conference.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lecture starts off with the speaker showing the “Martian landing” segment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t describe this segment before, so let me do so now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s pretty cheesy- it starts off with aerial photography of a Mars lander flying over a desert-like landscape.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The landscape fills most of the frame, although in the foreground we can see one of the legs of the lander.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every so often, the picture breaks into static.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whenever it comes back, we are a bit closer to Mars, and usually flying at a slightly different angle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Hmm...)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The picture goes out for an even longer time, and when it comes back the module has landed on the planet’s surface (Double Hmm...)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then comes the shocker- right by the lander’s leg, we see something is disturbing the soil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t see whatever it is, we just see the soil being shifted as if something just under the surface is moving away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks kind of like those old cartoons where Bugs Bunny is traveling underground, and we see his path by the raised dirt.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There only audio is that off the audience watching this clip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are a few muted “Ooohs” and “Aaahs” during the flight sequences, but I had to laugh at the reactions when the dirt started moving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shocked “Oh my God”s are a wonder to hear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One gentleman just keeps muttering “Jesus, Jesus” over and over.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The lights come on and a large gentleman with a strange taste in clothes and an even stranger accent begins to speak about how this film was presented at a UFO conference and the experts point to this as proof beyond a reasonable doubt that there is life on Mars, and that it’s being covered up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the lecture is pretty standard “X-Files” stuff, and not all that interesting to someone who isn’t fully into ET lore.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, there you have it- my second Convention Find.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another hoax.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or is it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe this review is part of the conspiracy, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-7882475422841226020?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/7882475422841226020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=7882475422841226020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7882475422841226020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/7882475422841226020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/12/convention-find-2-alternative-3.html' title='Convention Find #2- Alternative 3'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-5145596097609133093</id><published>2006-11-27T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:26:27.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convention Finds'/><title type='text'>Convention Find #1- Ghostwatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most Americans are familiar with Orson Welles’ broadcast of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/span&gt; on some level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very least, they know that it fooled a lot of its listeners into thinking it was real, and caused a panic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What most of us on this side of the Atlantic don’t know is that Britain had its own Halloween panic- in 1992.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So- picture this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s Halloween eve, and you’re settling in to watch a program about “The Most Haunted House in Britain.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s being filmed live, with Michael Parkinson in the studio, Sarah Greene in the house, and Craig Charles outside interviewing neighbors and providing comic relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Parkinson is well-known in Britain as a talk show host and celebrity interviewer- think of a combination of Tom Brokaw and Phil Donahue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sarah Greene worked in children’s programming, while Craig Charles is best known as Lister from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red Dwarf&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The documentary is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghostwatch&lt;/span&gt; and within a few hours it will become the first TV show ever to be cited in the British Medical Journal as having caused Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will also be banned from British TV for over 10 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, what’s the fuss all about?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a nutshell, we learn of the Early family- divorced Mom Pam, and her two young daughters- teen Suzanne and 10-year-old Kim.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They live in a row house in which they’ve been experiencing poltergeist phenomena, which they credit to “Pipes”, because the ghost first made himself known by banging on the plumbing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through interviews with the Earlys and their neighbors, we learn of the legend of Mother Simmons- a 19th century nanny who lived in the area (perhaps right where the Earlys' house is now) and murdered several young children.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pipes’ activities, at first, were pretty harmless- noises and such.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As time went on, however,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and things started getting more violent, Mrs. Early appealed to the Council to let them move to another house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Council, finding no bylaws against poltergeists, refused, causing her to go the media with her complaint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how their story came to be used for the program.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We see some pretty interesting documentary materials from a psychiatrist’s examinations of the Early girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Photos of scratches that appeared on Suzanne’s face, and a tape recording of the teen apparently possessed by the spirit of Pipes and speaking in an impossibly deep voice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is also a videotape of the girls sleeping in their bedroom, culminating in an episode of things being hurled through the air and the children running out, screaming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As the night goes on, we witness a few more paranormal events, although the most chilling one- involving strange knocks- seems to be a hoax by elder daughter Suzanne.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the studio, the hosts share ghost stories, interview skeptics and scientists, and take calls from the viewers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The viewers’ calls start getting stranger and stranger as they report paranormal events happening in their own houses, while at the Earlys’ house, the phenomena get stronger and more violent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;A social worker in the viewing audience calls in with some information about previous residents of the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the 60s, an elderly couple who lived there took in their mentally disturbed nephew, who had just been released from a psychiatric hospital where he had been confined for child abduction and molestation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man claimed he was being possessed by the spirit of a woman, and had, in fact, started wearing dresses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day, while his aunt and uncle were away on holiday, he killed himself by walking into the storeroom, where his tools were kept, tying one end of a length of wire around his throat, the other end around a lathe, and turning on the lathe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wasn’t found for twelve days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During that time, his dozen or more cats, locked into the house with him, got hungry... and went to work on his face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;At the Earlys’, a strange wind is picking up, with the sounds of cats yowling mixed in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The attacks on the girls increase in violence, so the family and crew try to evacuate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We see Mrs. Early and the younger girl, Kimmy, make it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the house, Sarah and a camera man are looking for Suzanne- in a house now without lights, of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is heard calling from the store room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sarah opens it, and despite the pleas of the camera man, reaches in to try and find her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is jerked into the store room, the door slams shut...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In the studio, it's chaos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lights are exploding, the winds are getting worse, floor supervisors are yelling for people to evacuate... and the screen goes black.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After a moment, one camera comes on, revealing a disoriented Parkinson wandering the set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He finds the one working camera, and notes that the teleprompter is operating, but only nonsense is showing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He reads it: “What big ears you have... what big eyes you have... fee fi fo fum, fee fi fo fum...” and as his reads, his voice deepens to the guttural tones of Pipes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cut to black as cats yowl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And then come the credits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You mean this was a work of fiction?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;By this time, a lot of viewers in Britain were freaking out- the show seemed all too real.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Michael Parkinson was a respected and well-liked talk show host, as was Sarah Greene for her work in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Peter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were quite a few chilling moments in it, and there was something vaguely disturbing about those stories about Pipes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d read about this show not to long after it aired, thanks to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fortean Times&lt;/span&gt; magazine- a British publication that covers strange phenomena.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, wanted to see this show, but at the time it seemed hopeless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How was I going to see something that would never be aired in Britain again, let alone shown in America.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time went by, and I forgot about the show until I visited a dealer’s table at a Chiller Convention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There it was- $20 for a DVD of the broadcast!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Appropriately enough, I made this purchase right around Halloween 2002, the 10th anniversary of the broadcast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got home from Chiller that night, to my condo where I lived alone, and popped the DVD in as daylight faded, and my living room got dark.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started out watching the show with all the lights off, but I had to turn them on after about 30 minutes, and the lights stayed on all night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew the show was a work of fiction, but it still creeped me out- I can’t imagine how an unsuspecting audience would have reacted to it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what made it so scary?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First off, I think it starts off very believably, as most of what happens is low-key.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pipes’ voice is genuinely disturbing, and you get a few “Gotcha!” moments to make you jump.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there was something more...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wasn’t until I started searching the internet that I found out what that something was- there are about 8-10 instances where Pipes is subliminally inserted into the picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the appearances are only 2 or 3 frames long, which mean it’s hard to get a good look at him even with a DVD’s ability to slow down and stop. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In addition, rather than splice in a few frames of Pipes by himself, as was done with the demon faces that are spliced into The Exorcist, Pipes shows up in the background while the action is going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s there too briefly to consciously register, but he does register. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I’m glad it’s only a subliminal shot- I saw a website that showed the actor playing Pipes in make-up, and all I can say is it’s a very disturbing make-up that he’s in (remember- the cats got to him before his body was found).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The show kind of goes off the rails towards the end as the studio starts going crazy- it’s an over-the-top ending for what the somewhat low-key and subtle scares of the first part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a way, though, it’s good because the ridiculousness of the end lets you laugh a little and let off some of the tension the show generated.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a shame the only official release of the show is a Region 2 DVD because I think there would be an audience for it in America, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it is, though, if you’re a geek you can probably find it pretty easily at comic or sci-fi conventions, or you can probably locate a copy on eBay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s definitely worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-5145596097609133093?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/5145596097609133093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=5145596097609133093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/5145596097609133093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/5145596097609133093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/11/ghostwatch.html' title='Convention Find #1- Ghostwatch'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116329174744526647</id><published>2006-11-11T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:08:58.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Geek Monthly #1- A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Geek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Geek.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the pitch meeting now (if magazines have pitch meetings)- a young entrepreneur has an idea for a new magazine.  “Video games are more popular than ever.  Every kid has a computer now.  Movies and TV shows based on comic books top the charts.  Everything that used to be considered geeky is now cool.  We think the geek market is the next big thing, so we want to put out a magazine devoted to them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine executives mull it over, and greenlight the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, young entrepreneur brings in the mock-up of the first issue and eagerly awaits comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets his prototype back, it has comments like this attached to it: “You know- it’s a little too geeky.  We don’t think the average teenager or college student would be interested in things like this.  Perhaps you can ‘cool it up’ a little.  Add some women, or articles on sports.  Try to make it more like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maxim&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur thinks about protesting, but then decides it’s better to publish a watered down version than no version at all.  And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Geek Monthly&lt;/span&gt; is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order my comics through a service, and this magazine was a new offering from them, so I decided to give it a chance, and ordered the first issue.  It took me all of an hour or two to read through it, and I was pretty much disappointed the whole time.  Although it claims to be a magazine by geeks for geeks that celebrates geek culture.  I’ve always considered myself a geek (I am an electrical engineer, I collect comics, I’ve memorized and can quote large chunks of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Monty Python&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;, I make it a point of honor to complete every videogame I buy, and am something of a trivia master), so I figured I’m its prime demographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this magazine did nothing for me- it broke no new ground, nor did its articles ever really convey the essence of geekdom.  Here are some examples of articles in this issue: “Cool websites,” “Trek for Dummies- 10 Essential Episodes of the Original Series,” “A Defense of Woody Allen,” a fashion spread set in an arcade, and the obligatory comic book, movie and video game reviews.  Are there any real geeks out there who have not heard about superdickery.com?  Or who need someone to tell them which episodes of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles themselves are pretty shallow- one is a two-pager in which the author goes to the University of Florida and asks students what their definition of a geek is.  Surprisingly, it seems most people consider geeks to be people with no social skills or fashion sense, and who like things that the cool kids don’t.  Wow!  Penetrating insights there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, given the shallowness of the writing, and the subject matter, it seems as if the magazine is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maxim&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stuff&lt;/span&gt; without the women (although it does have a sidebar titled “The Top 5 sci-fi bellies,” featuring luminaries like Princess Leia in the slave suit.).  (And the cover of issue 2 features Scarlett Johannsen and her cleavage, so it seems the mag’s probably going to be a lot more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stuff&lt;/span&gt;-like real soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure who this magazine is truly meant for- it seems to be aimed at people who want to be geeks, but need to ease themselves into it.  (Sort of like how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; is for people who want to listen to rock, but are a little afraid of actually, you know, rocking out.)  Are there people out there who are worried they’re not geeky enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the pre-internet days, when there were small pockets of geekdom across the land that had no good ways to communicate with each other to create a geek nation this would have been helpful.  It would have let the geeks know there were others like them with the same interests, and could helped them expand their own horizons.  But anyone with internet access already knows Superman is a dick, or that there is a new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt; on TV, or “Spock’s Brain” was an incredibly lame episode of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Trek&lt;/span&gt;, or that HP Lovecraft created the Cthulhu Mythos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is this magazine won’t make it past issue 6.  And I certainly won’t miss it when it’s gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116329174744526647?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116329174744526647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116329174744526647&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116329174744526647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116329174744526647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/11/geek-monthly-1-review.html' title='Geek Monthly #1- A Review'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116321225308111792</id><published>2006-11-10T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:13:34.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Captain Marvel Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Junior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Junior.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As superhero comics grew in popularity, and more comics started crowding the shelves, publishers needed to find new ways to attract readers, most of whom were kids. One bright man at National (later, DC) comics decided that although Batman was popular, kids couldn’t identify with him- they needed someone their own age in the book. Thus, Robin was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as they had done after Superman’s debut, rival publishers rushed to copy the formula. Captain America had Bucky, the Human Torch had Toro, Green Arrow had Speedy (which always confused me because I thought someone named “Speedy” would team up with the Flash), and, in a novel twist, the young hero Star Spangled Kid had a grown-up sidekick named Stripesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of Robin, these sidekicks never really achieved the same level of popularity and name recognition of their grown-up counterparts. And with the exception of none of them, they were all inferior versions of their guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- there was one exception- Captain Marvel, Jr.  And with the first volume of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shazam Family Archives&lt;/span&gt;, DC has finally released a deluxe volume of his adventures. (Technically, the Shazam Family also included Mary Marvel, but her first appearance is the last story in the book, so I guess she’ll have a bigger presence in subsequent volumes). Anyway- back to Cap, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy Freeman was out fishing with his grandfather one day when the rescued a man who appeared to be drowning. Little did they know this man was the evil Captain Nazi (hey- it was WWII, who else would he encounter?) who was just lost a fight with Captain Marvel. Captain Nazi quickly recovered, drowned the old man, crippled Freddy with a blow from an oar and made off with the boat. Luckily, Captain Marvel was nearby and, hoping to save the boy’s life, he took Freddy to the wizard Shazam. Shazam saved Freddy, and also bestowed upon him superpowers. All Freddy would have to do was say “Captain Marvel” and he would be transformed into Captain Marvel, Jr. (Which also meant that he could never say his own name without turning back into Freddy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior took up residence in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master Comics&lt;/span&gt; #23 (Feb. 1942), and got his own title the following November. At the beginning, he was drawn by Mac Raboy, one of the true greats of the era. He had a great style, with lots of fine linework. His use of photo-references enhanced the realism and grittiness of his art, which was a definite contrast with the much lighter style CC Beck employed on Captain Marvel’s titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tenor of the stories reflected the difference styles. Teenaged Billy Batson (Cap’s alter ego) worked for WHIZ radio and had a pretty nice house of his own. Crippled Freddy Freeman (Shazam gave him superpowers, but couldn’t fix his leg) was a paperboy who lived in a depressing attic in a rundown neighborhood. Cap’s arch-enemies were Dr. Sivana who tended to be more naughty than evil, and Mr. Mind, an intelligent worm. Junior had to deal with Captain Nazi (who definitely would kill the kid if he had the chance), Mr. Macabre (who apparently was Fawcett’s Joker wannabe), and lots of kidnappers. Freddy always seemed to be in a lot more real danger than Billy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s great about Junior is that he could hold his own against really scary villains. As I said earlier, you had the feeling that if Captain Nazi ever managed to get the drop on him, Junior was toast. But Junior always made it to the end of the story. I don’t think Batman would have ever let Robin even contemplate going up against the Joker by himself. And Junior’s powers were probably pretty close to Cap’s own levels. He might have been a kid, but he was a serious contender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with this volume is that, at this early stage, Junior had a limited rogue’s gallery- there are 15 stories in the book. In these 15 stories, he fights Captain Nazi 5 times, and Mr. Macabre 3 times. Although he does go up against the Japanese air force in one story, he spends most of the rest of the stories fighting street hoods. For example, in “Case of the Cripple Crimes,” Freddy is taken in by Dr. Krool and Prof. Swype, two Fagin-types who teach orphans how to pick pockets. The artwork is very nice, the story dark, but these two criminals are definitely outclassed by Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Cripple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Cripple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that Freddy’s youth, poverty and physical limitations are used to good effect to get him involved in cases. More than once he is put into situations where he is in real danger. But once he turns into Captain Marvel Junior, he is way too powerful for most of his foes, and the dramatic tension goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, to get back to my original point, Cap Junior made a great junior-league hero. While I have a hard time putting up with the Golden Age Robin even when Batman’s with him (and Robin was still more appealing than Bucky Barnes), I am enthralled by Junior’s adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not the only one who felt that way. Apparently, a young boy from Tupelo, Mississippi was a huge fan, going so far as to style his hair in the same manner. And when he got a little older, and a little richer, he had clothes modeled on Junior’s- right down to the cape and a lightning bolt on his belt buckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/light_blue_grass1972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/light_blue_grass1972.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Think I'm kidding?  Check this out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/cmj_elvis_publicity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/cmj_elvis_publicity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116321225308111792?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116321225308111792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116321225308111792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116321225308111792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116321225308111792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/11/captain-marvel-junior.html' title='Captain Marvel Junior'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116216668728931944</id><published>2006-10-29T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:30:05.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A touching story</title><content type='html'>Today, my 6-month-old daughter was sitting on the couch.  I was sitting on the floor, face to face with her.  All of a sudden, she smiled and leaned forward with her arms outstretched, like she wanted to hug me.  Then she burped in my face, sat back and smiled some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so touching.  Now I've got teach her how to play "Pull My Finger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116216668728931944?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116216668728931944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116216668728931944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116216668728931944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116216668728931944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/10/touching-story.html' title='A touching story'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116208313827737750</id><published>2006-10-28T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:10:00.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>Chiller Theatre- October 2006</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the weekend before Halloween, which can only mean one thing- Chiller Theatre!  I look forward to this event every year (actually every 6 months- they do a slightly smaller show in April)- I'm a geek, and I guess collecting autographs is my geeky hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's show was a little chaotic.  They had about twice as many guests as normal- most were to be in the hotel, the rest were set to be in a large tent outside.  Unfortunately, torrential rains and 60mph winds made the tent a no-go, so everyone was crowded into the hotel.  I spent the first half of the day just trying to get from room to room to see who was where.  It wasn't until late in the afternoon that the crowds thinned out enough to give some breathing room.  Hopefully, with subsequent shows, the weather will cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- here are my prizes from this year's show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up- Juliet Landau (Dru from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Landau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Landau.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Coleen Grey, who starred in one of my all-time favorite movies, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nightmare Alley&lt;/span&gt;.  She also had the distinction of starring in two movies that were slammed on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mystery Science Theatre 3000&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Leech Woman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Phantom Planet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Grey.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what would Chiller be without some Playboy Playmates?&lt;br /&gt;First, DeDe Lind (Miss August, 1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Lind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Lind.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next- Tiffany Taylor (Miss November, 1998)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Taylor_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Taylor_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a Playmate, but could definitely have been one- Aria Giovanni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Giovanni_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Giovanni_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the coolest reason to see the show this year- The Warriors came out to play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up- Brian Tyler (Snow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Tyler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next- David Harris (Cochise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Harris.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Michos (Vermin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Michos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Michos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Hill (Cyrus- Can you dig it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Hill.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Van Valkenberg (Mercy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/VanValkenberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/VanValkenberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, Michael Beck, aka Swan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Beck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Beck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Warriors reunion was definitely cool, and caused me to part with a large part of my cash.  The only disappointment was PeeWee Herman- he had a huge line that stretched outside.  I stood in it for an hour without moving too far.  The winds were horrendous, and you can see I was not dressed for cold weather.  At 4, he came out and apologized to everyone, and said he was going to eat dinner.  I decided to cut my losses and go back inside- I got a chance to see the man up close, even if I didn't get his autograph.  Maybe if I wish real hard, he'll be at another show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116208313827737750?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116208313827737750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116208313827737750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116208313827737750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116208313827737750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/10/chiller-theatre-october-2006.html' title='Chiller Theatre- October 2006'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116156145749055207</id><published>2006-10-22T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:30:05.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Years- of Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/IMG_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/IMG_2377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thepicture above is one of my 6-month-old daughter's favorite toys- it's a star put out by First Years.  Each arm has a different fun feature- the orange is corduroy and has a squeaky in it, the purple and yellow has some crinkly material in it, and the blue is rubber and perfect for teething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seems pretty innocuous and fun, right?  Maybe, until you notice that the blue leg is imprinted with many copies of the First Years' logo- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Toy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Toy.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you see, but it looks to me to be two big kids jumping up and down on a smaller kid, possibly after having administered a severe beat-down to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say videogames have violent imagery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116156145749055207?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116156145749055207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116156145749055207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116156145749055207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116156145749055207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-years-of-terror.html' title='First Years- of Terror'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116148847336977406</id><published>2006-10-21T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:10:13.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>The Dark Knight Departs</title><content type='html'>DC Comics is doing the world a great favor printing their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; books. These are inexpensive trade paperbacks that reprint the Batman's adventures in chronological order, starting with his first appearance in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective Comics&lt;/span&gt; #27.  Volume 1 covers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt; 27 - 38, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman&lt;/span&gt; #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the milestones in this volume are the first appearances of the Joker, the Cat (who later became Catwoman), and Robin. It's the latter's appearance that inspires this little column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mythology of Batman comics is that our hero was originally some hardcore loner, who moved in the shadows and dispensed his own unique brand of vigilante justice. However, some time in the 50s, he turned into this cheery guy who was seen in the daytime and palled around with Superman. It wasn't until the late 60s that he returned to his roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example of the vigilante, check out the last panel of "The Batman Meets Dr. Death" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt; 29):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Batdeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Batdeath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup- his third appearance, and he takes the villain's suicide in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In part two of "Batman Vs. The Vampire" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt; 32), he's a bit more pro-active in seeing his enemies off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Batvamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Batvamp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, this is really the Dark Knight of mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how long did this dark period last? Not having access to the complete Batman library, it seemed that he was like this for quite a while and had built up quite a library of these moody stories. The myth was that the comics code of the early 50s ruined Batman, and that Neal Adams brought him back when started drawing the comics in the late 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; was like a splash of cold water on my face- because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman doesn't even make it to the end of the first volume&lt;/span&gt; before he becomes wussified.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt; 38, Batman witnesses the murder of young Dick Grayson's parents, and becomes the boy's ward. Dick becomes better known as Robin, and Batman loses his dark aura. Here's the panel that signals the new, lighter, Batman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/BatSuck.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/BatSuck.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it- he's smiling, and calling Dick a "reckless young squirt."  Not only that, but he's a bit of a nag, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Batnag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Batnag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for "Death to Dr. Death" Batman.  Say hello to "Reckless Young Squirt" Batman.  And how long did it take to make the transition?  Less than a year- Batman debuted May, 1939 and Robin popped up April, 1940.  A 12-month golden age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until 1968 that we saw this Batman again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Batdark.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Batdark.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- one year dark, 28 years light.  Quite a ratio, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116148847336977406?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116148847336977406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116148847336977406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116148847336977406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116148847336977406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/10/dark-knight-departs.html' title='The Dark Knight Departs'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116032342589097183</id><published>2006-10-08T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:12:23.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>Wildstorm has released the newest title from writer Garth Ennis- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boys&lt;/span&gt;, and I can't recommend it highly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic premise is simple enough- The Boys are a team of normal humans who are tired of being pushed around by super-powered beings. Check out this opening sequence from the first issue in which we see "Wee" Hughie and his girlfriend come between a superhero and his prey. (Sorry if it's too small to read the text, but I haven't figured out how to do that "click on the picture to see a bigger version" thing. I think the pictures tell the story pretty well, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Boys_01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Boys_01.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Boys_02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Boys_02.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this little encounter, Hughie is recruited by Billy Butcher to join "The Boys", a CIA-sponsored group whose mission is to keep an eye on super-powered beings, and use whatever means necessary to "dissuade" them from using their powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Hughie sequence came out of the blue- it was completely unexpected (in the book, the two pages weren't facing each other- you had to turn the page to see the bloody outcome, making it that much more startling and- dare I say it?- hilarious.) The book's first two issues are very darkly humorous, and have me waiting anxiously for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the idea of a book from outside the POV of a superhero, where we can see how their actions affect the "little guy." I've always been able to suspend my disbelief for a lot of what goes on in comics- flying, time travel, super-strength, etc. One thing that has always bothered me, though, is the rampant destruction that goes on in most titles. In the Marvel Comics world, Manhattan seems to be under constant attack- the real estate surrounding Avengers Mansion alone must be pretty much uninsurable. Yet, we are supposed to believe that the average citizen takes it all in stride- that the major destruction that even a run of the mill battle between superbeings can lead to doesn't phase them. They rebuild the block, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvel addressed this issue in regard to The Hulk- that his city destroying rampages never killed or seriously harmed any civilians because they were always able to evacuate the city in plenty of time to get them out of harm's way. I call BS on that- it's just a convenient way to direct attention from the fact that in the real world having a superhero in your city would be more a curse than a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boys&lt;/span&gt; addresses this issue, but I have the feeling it won't get too deep into it- Ennis seems to be going for more a dark humor vibe than a think piece. Still, so far, two issues down, and I'm waiting for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116032342589097183?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116032342589097183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116032342589097183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116032342589097183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116032342589097183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/10/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-116024193231140603</id><published>2006-10-07T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:30:04.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Was I Thinking?</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of my previous post, I decided to open myself to a little more embarassment by presenting a few records that I bought during the 80s that make me wonder "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Visible Silence&lt;/span&gt; by Art of Noise- It had that song featuring Max Headroom (how 80s!) and apparently they scored a major coup by getting Duane Eddy to play on "Peter Gunn."  But, for the most part, this is just boring electronic/synth music tarted up a little to get the dance crowd interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Door to Door&lt;/span&gt; by The Cars- I'm not sure if it's cool to like the Cars again.  Their debut album was one of the first records I ever bought, and made feel all cool and with it.  I listened to it to death.  Same with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy-O&lt;/span&gt;.  I saw them perform live at the Spectrum twice.  I looovvved The Cars, despite the fact that each album after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy-O&lt;/span&gt; was slightly worse than the one before it.  And then came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Door to Door&lt;/span&gt;, which was a lot worse than the one before it- in fact, it was so bad I turned it off about halfway through and never listened to it again.  So, I'm not sure if I should list this or not, because I never liked it, but it was, for a while, part of the record collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Touch&lt;/span&gt; by Stanley Jordan- I caught this guy on Carson one night and was blown away by his playing.  He was playing two guitar parts at once with his tapping technique.  I had to have this album!  He was so cool, so innovative, so... bland.  Yes, the technique was cool, but his song choice was so boring.  "Eleanor Rigby," "The Lady in My Life," "A Child is Born."  Next to him, Kenny G. was a swinging jazz hep-cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt; by Jeff Beck- when I was in high school, I took guitar lessons, and my teacher introduced me to the music of Mr. Beck.  I could never on my best day play anywhere near as well as him (Beck, not my teacher), but I became quite the fan.  And then this came out- I had to buy it- it was Jeff's first album in years.  And it sucked.  It took a while for that fact to sink in, but sink it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Golden Age of Wireless&lt;/span&gt; by Thomas Dolby- We all remember "She Blinded Me With Science."  I still think it's an amusing single.  But the rest of the album was somewhat disappointing (and by "somewhat" I mean "extremely", and by "disappointing" I mean "horrendous.")   A couple of mushy songs, some studio tricks, and that was it.  He tried to capture the magic later with "Hyperactive", but we all saw through his shtick by then.  (And how sad is it that I know the name of his follow-up song?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty more embarassing albums from my collection- Susan Vega, Tracy Chapman, Yello, J. Geils, but that's a post for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-116024193231140603?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/116024193231140603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=116024193231140603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116024193231140603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/116024193231140603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What Was I Thinking?'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115967179661537272</id><published>2006-09-30T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:30:04.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I Used To Like You</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I recently got to thinking about all the crappy TV I used to watch in the 80s. It seems like there were a lot of shows that I really liked then, but seem so inane now, and they just leave me wondering "Why the heck did I look forward to them?" I focus on the 80s because I was in my late teens/early 20s, so I should have had enough sense to realize these shows were pretty poor, but somehow found myself glued to the TV when they were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here then, are a bunch of shows that owe me huge chunks of my life back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Ties&lt;/strong&gt;- I guess it was originally supposed to be some sort of satirical "Generation Gap" comedy, but the kicker was, it was the kids who were the conservatives, and the parents were the liberals! Wow! The show ended up having little impact on society at large, other than launching Michael J. Fox's acting career, and Tina Yother's singing "career." Actually- it did introduce the sit-com concept of &lt;strong&gt;The Rapidly Aging Kid&lt;/strong&gt;- in which the Keaton's had a baby. One season focussed on Elise's pregnancy, the next season focussed on the infant, and the next season the kid was 5 years old! I guess they couldn't wait to get on with the obligatory "Cute Kid" jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Court&lt;/strong&gt;- OK, starting with Season 2, we had Markie Post's cleavage, but was that enough to justify the show's existance? Actually, pretty much, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate and Allie&lt;/strong&gt;- Mix an ignorant slut and Mrs. MacMillan, throw in a couple of not-quite-cute kids, and you've got comedy gold. Well, comedy tin maybe. Still, I'm pretty sure I saw every episode. Good God, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golden Girls&lt;/strong&gt;- I swear I'm straight- with my fashion sense and hair, there's no way I could be gay. So why did I watch this show? For Sophia's biting with, or the Gracie Allenish comedy stylings of Betty White? I can't believe I was with this one from the beginning, but somehow missed out on the first few seasons of &lt;strong&gt;Newhart&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evening Shade&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;Designing Women&lt;/strong&gt;- The less said about the horrid &lt;em&gt;oeuvre&lt;/em&gt; of Linda Bloodworth-Thomason, the better. I just want to blank every episode out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I can say that I've never voluntarily seen even part of an episode of &lt;strong&gt;Who's The Boss&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Full House&lt;/strong&gt; or that show with Urkel. But, still, the 80s were not a high point of my TV-watching career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115967179661537272?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115967179661537272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115967179661537272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115967179661537272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115967179661537272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-believe-i-used-to-like-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I Used To Like You'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115828161821158855</id><published>2006-09-14T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:12:39.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Oh Captain, my Captain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you held a gun to my head and asked my to tell you my 5 favorite comic characters, I’d probably list the following in some order: Captain Marvel (the original), Plastic Man, The Spirit, Batman and the Joker. (Actually, first I’d probably make some remark about how putting the gun to my head was not, technically, making me give you the names- that I was doing it of my own free will.*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the list, something interesting sticks out about the first three characters- they’re all classic Golden Agers that really don’t translate too well to modern day comics. All three are, for lack of a better word, innocent. They’re funny, they can be goofy, they tend to have odd rogues galleries- all characteristics that put them at odds with present-day comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those three, Captain Marvel is by far my favorite, and he is the one that has the biggest injustice being done to him. He started out around 1939/1940 in the wake of the success of Superman. His alter ego is a young boy- Billy Batson- who one day was taken to meet a mysterious wizard named Shazam. When Billy says the wizard’s name, he is transformed into Captain Marvel, a superstrong, invulnerable, flying hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/sivana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/sivana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cap’s adventures were much lighter than Superman’s and (especially) Batman’s.  Cap always smiled.  Where Superman’s evil genius nemesis Lex Luthor was devising deadly schemes to kill him, Cap’s evil genius nemesis, Dr. Sivana, had schemes that resembled those of The Brain (from “Pinky and the Brain.”)  Where Batman’s foes were the Joker and Two-Face, Cap had to battle Mr. Mind, a super-intelligent worm (!) (although, to me, he looked more like a caterpillar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, the Marvel Family grew to include Billy’s sister, Mary Marvel, Freddy Freeman (who became Captain Marvel, Jr.), Uncle Dudley (who had no superpowers, but pretended he did, and everyone played along), the Lieutenant Marvels (Fat Billy, Tall Billy and Hill Billy), Talky Tawny (a tiger who was given a serum to allow him to talk and walk upright, and was often seen around Fawcett City in his dapper suit and hat), all the way down to Hoppy the Marvel Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily see these people were not living in the same universe as the Punisher and Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At their peak, Captain Marvel comics were the highest-selling comics in the country, with sales surpassing those of "The Big Three"- Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman.  DC comics (Superman’s publisher), started a lawsuit, claiming Cap was ripping off Superman.  The suit dragged on into the 50s, with Fawcett (Cap’s publishers) eventually agreeing to stop publishing the adventures of the Marvel Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, some time later, when Fawcett went out of business, DC bought the rights to all of their characters and decided it was time to re-introduce Captain Marvel to the masses.  In 1972, DC put out the comic “Shazam!”, featuring art by Cap’s original artist, CC Beck, and stories that attempted to recapture the spirit of the old books.  By now, however, comic readers were older and used to more “realistic” characters like The Fantastic Four, or Spider-Man- characters with flaws and foibles.  Despite also having a popular live-action Saturday morning TV show, Captain Marvel never really approached his old levels of popularity, and the comic was eventually cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap became a back-up character for a while- doing guest appearances in other books.  In the late 80s, another attempt was made to bring back “The Big Red Cheese,” but this also never really caught on, and was cancelled after a couple years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, three words- Captain Marvel’s back!  Or is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC Comics recently had huge cross-over event called “Infinite Crisis”, which affected all of the characters DC publishes, and launched a mini-series called “The Trials of Shazam!”.  One of the results is that magic doesn’t work like it used to, and the old wizard, Shazam, who gave Billy Batson his powers, is dead.  Which means that Captain Marvel is the new Shazam.  And he’s been driven crazy by the responsibility.  In the beginning of issue #1, he seriously wounds a couple of bad guys, just because he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Why in the comics world is it assumed that in order for a character to be “good” or “relevant”, he has to become The Dark Knight?  It worked for Batman (to a point) because that was always part of his character, but this is should be a light-hearted book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Captain Marvel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Shazam.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Shazam.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/NewShazam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/NewShazam.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would “All in the Family 2006” feature an Archie Bunker who’s a member of the KKK?  Would a modern “My Favorite Martian” have Uncle Martin secretly trying to pave the way for a takeover of Earth?  I shudder to think at what “Hogan’s Heroes” would be like if it were written as a modern comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to change a character so much that he’s the antithesis of what he used to be, just give up.  Let him fade away and write a new character.  The fans will appreciate it more, I’m sure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Inside Joke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115828161821158855?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115828161821158855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115828161821158855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115828161821158855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115828161821158855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-captain-my-captain.html' title='Oh Captain, my Captain'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115802190893098546</id><published>2006-09-11T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:30:03.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion sets in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whew! I've just spent the past two weeks catching up on 4 months of comics- about 160 in all. I had to put in some marathon days, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I read some great stories- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All-Star Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Fables, Batman, 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, and a few stinkers too (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nextwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- I'm looking at you!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, seeing as I haven't posted in a while I think I'm going to be gathering my thoughts over the next few days, and then posting my 2 cents on some of my favorites and least favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just thought I'd warn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115802190893098546?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115802190893098546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115802190893098546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115802190893098546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115802190893098546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/09/exhaustion-sets-in.html' title='Exhaustion sets in'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115586788226506800</id><published>2006-08-17T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:12:54.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><title type='text'>Flash in the (bed)Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Flash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Haven't blogged for a while- been a little busy. I'm still too busy to organize my thoughts, but I wanted to leave this little tidbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As I've said before, I'm a geek, and one of my geekly loves has been comics, especially horror comics and superheroes, with DC heroes being, by far, my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I recently read an excerpt of a book entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Physics of Superheroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, in which it examined how certain heroes could or could not exist in our world. One of the heroes, mentioned was the Flash- basically, it examined how many calories he would have to eat to run 60 mph across the country (which is pretty piddly for the Flash). Anyway, the author (a physics professor) calculated how many calories he would burn up, and therefore, how much food he would have to consume to do it. I forget the exact number, it was a heckuva lot. Millions of calories, I think. Said professor concluded that this is one reason the Flash could not exist in our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, I got to thinking- maybe the Flash has a really efficient metabolism. Maybe his stomach is like a nuclear reactor, and can break apart the very molecules of food he eats so that he can harness all the energy of the atom directly. That would surely fuel his cross-country journey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But, if he was so efficient, does that mean he would never have any waste to eliminate? Does the Flash ever use the bathroom? Also, would that mean that the "Fastest Man Alive" would never get a case of the runs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115586788226506800?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115586788226506800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115586788226506800&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115586788226506800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115586788226506800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/08/flash-in-bedpan.html' title='Flash in the (bed)Pan'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115170640603426990</id><published>2006-06-30T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:13:07.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Why I love Criterion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Equinox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Equinox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take a look at the picture to the left. Ever heard of this movie? If you're like most people, you probably haven't. Yet Criterion has just released it on 2 DVDs- the theatrical release, 2 commentaries, interviews with the stars. Heck, it's even got an introduction by Forrest J. Ackerman himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back in time, to a mythical land known as mid-1970s era Drexel Hill, PA. Way before cable, there were only 7 stations in my neck of the woods- the three major networks, PBS, and three local UHF stations. One Saturday afternoon, young Bill turns the dial to Creature Features and sees this a bunch of teenagers in the woods messing with a book of spells. Soon, they are being chased by a man named Mr. Asmodeus, and his stop-action demons. The film stock was grainy, the acting was poor, and the stop-action was cheesy as hell. Needless to say, I was hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'd always loved stop-motion in movies- the jerkiness of the monsters' movements only added to the atmosphere, and the monsters definitely looked cooler than men in makeup. Plus, even though I was a huge fan of the Universal monsters of the 30s and 40s, you knew that no matter what happened there was going to be a happy (and, usually, sappy) ending. &lt;em&gt;Equinox&lt;/em&gt; was one of the first movies I remembered seeing that ended bleakly, and that stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next several years, I managed to catch it whenever I could- usually around midnight on Friday. And then, nothing. Local TV stations became extinct, and your chances of catching movies like this diminished. No one I knew had ever seen the movie, and it never really appeared in any books about horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, now, here it is- at least 25 years since the last time I last saw it. And Criterion, of all companies, is releasing it. You'd normally expect to see a movie like this being sold on bootleg quality video at a flea market. But this one’s got two versions of the movie (who knew there was a director’s cut?), commentaries, outtakes, interviews, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d spent about half an hour talking up this movie to my wife, basically telling her what I’ve written above, before she told me to be quiet and play the movie already. It was a moment I was kind of dreading- could this movie hold up after all this time? Could I become a 10-year-old boy again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first thing I noticed was that one of the actors was Frank Bonner, who later went on to play Herb Tarlek in &lt;em&gt;WKRP in Cincinnati&lt;/em&gt;. And then I got to thinking about how much I loved &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; show, and how I wished someone would straighten out the music rights so we could finally see it on DVD. And that made me a little sad because my mind would never have wandered during this movie when I was a kid. No matter how much I wished otherwise, my adult self could not lose itself into the movie like the kid could- I couldn’t fully get past the acting, or the effects, or the plot-holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were some good points- for something that was made with no budget in 1967 and is basically a glorified home movie, the effects are pretty good (in fact, Dennis Muran who did the effects ended up having an illustrious career with George Lucas’ ILM). Also, the monsters still looked pretty cool and Asmodeus was creepy. I was struck by how similar this movie was to the first two &lt;em&gt;Evil Dead&lt;/em&gt; movies. I guess Sam Raimi haunted his local UHF stations at midnight, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while it didn’t bring back all of the feelings I once I had, I’d still recommend it to any of you who’ve read this far. I know I’ll hang onto the DVDs until my daughter’s 7, and we’ll spend a Saturday afternoon watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if Criterion will only look into releasing &lt;em&gt;The Torture Chamber of Dr. Sadism&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115170640603426990?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115170640603426990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115170640603426990&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115170640603426990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115170640603426990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-love-criterion.html' title='Why I love Criterion'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115154930946890864</id><published>2006-06-28T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:13:23.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiller'/><title type='text'>How I spent my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You'll find this out soon enough, but I'm a bit of a geek. One thing that makes me very happy is the Chiller Theatre Convention. Where else can you meet some cool B-Movie stars and your favorite TV actors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Here are a couple shots from the most recent Convention- how many people do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; recognize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Small_Soles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Small_Soles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Small_Lwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Small_Lwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Small_Gallagher.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Small_Gallagher.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Small_MJ_Anderson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/320/Small_MJ_Anderson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115154930946890864?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115154930946890864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115154930946890864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115154930946890864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115154930946890864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-spent-my-weekend.html' title='How I spent my weekend'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22096315.post-115154832312670663</id><published>2006-06-28T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:30:02.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow it's not as much fun when it's your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22096315-115154832312670663?l=rezdent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/feeds/115154832312670663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22096315&amp;postID=115154832312670663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115154832312670663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22096315/posts/default/115154832312670663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rezdent.blogspot.com/2006/06/first.html' title='First!!!!'/><author><name>Madpuppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13541935710963793625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6700/2242/1600/Halloween.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
