I’ve been scrounging for money lately, and I managed to dig up a handful of vintage 1979 Susan B. Anthony dollars. These coins are freaking awesome. Observe the tails side:
That’s a goddamn EAGLE ON THE MOON.
Alright, picked up something for myself at the thrift store today. Something I’ve been wanting to see for a long time. PREHISTORIC WOMEN. This flick was made in 1950 and, from what I understand, is the progenitor of the cavewoman genre — your granddaddy’s and your VERY great granddaddy’s favorite slice of cheesecake. (more…)
Coffee drinkin’ beatniks, smooth talkin’ poet-hipsters, pancake-faced blacksploitation voodoo zombies, and the biggest and palest pair of monster mammories you’ve ever seen on a TV screen! ELVIRA: Mistress of the Dark presents A BUCKET OF BLOOD and I EAT YOUR SKIN!!! Two movies so great they literally lactate awsomeness and a hostess so big boobied her bras are as tattered and stretched out as her awful puns. Yup, get ready to motorboat some titty jokes, cause Elvira’s gonna shove em in your faces.
And so am I. (more…)
One’s a Cronenberg sci-fi body horror flick. One’s a penis pill. Which one’s better?
Some interesting news from Icons of Fright about the American DVD version of the Swedish vampire hit Let the Right One In: (more…)
Some news from videogameland: Sigourney Weaver will not reprise her roles for the upcoming video game adaptations of Ghostbusters and Aliens. (more…)
Look, I’m just gonna admit this right now. I know you’re all just gonna give me shit about it later anyway, so we might as well get it out of the way first. I FUCKING LOVE SANDRA BERNHARD. I love her and I wanna fill her with wine and flattery and then make sweet Cambodian monkey love to her until her sexy lesbi-paunch swells with my babies. And it’s all because of this old TV show that USA network used to play late night in the mid 90s. If you didn’t watch it, it was because of one of the following three reasons: 1) you were too young, 2) you were too much of a fucking loser, or 3) you were way too cool to spend your Saturday nights watching edited-for-TV versions of exploitation films from the 30s to the 70s introduced and snarkishly commented upon by the most freakishly sexy host on television.
No offense, dude, but I know you ain’t no number 3 case. So either you’ve seen this show, you’re a youngin’, or you’re a loser. You’s pays your nickel and you’s takes your pick. So, listen up, losers, this article is all about one of the greatest and un(der)sung shows of TV history.
Netflix used to be an adventure. But, like a pussy whipped boyfriend to his crazy bitch of a girlfriend, the ‘flix now meekly recommends only the safest choices, seemingly terrified that after one bad pick I’d throw our couch out the window, sleep with my jock ex-boyfriend, and (worst of all) cancel my subscription. (more…)
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