<?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-8950139008543858024</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:53:21.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Firefly's Faster Pussycats!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3736930615344060062</id><published>2011-10-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:36:44.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Dexter</title><content type='html'>LOVE this show. Yet to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luV2_azjPH0/To6dlL1xi6I/AAAAAAAAD6k/6G-nEZCvLDI/s1600/Dexter_Wallpaper_1280x800_by_Striking_Back.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luV2_azjPH0/To6dlL1xi6I/AAAAAAAAD6k/6G-nEZCvLDI/s400/Dexter_Wallpaper_1280x800_by_Striking_Back.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you catch the first episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New favorite swear words: 'Holy Frankenfuck!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily made giddy by bad words,&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3736930615344060062?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3736930615344060062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3736930615344060062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3736930615344060062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3736930615344060062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-4-dexter.html' title='Day 4: Dexter'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luV2_azjPH0/To6dlL1xi6I/AAAAAAAAD6k/6G-nEZCvLDI/s72-c/Dexter_Wallpaper_1280x800_by_Striking_Back.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1946138553084066980</id><published>2011-10-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:32:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Troll Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k72gL7erhsU/To6ZFnJ358I/AAAAAAAAD6g/GvTK2ogYFC0/s1600/uk-troll-hunter-poster-450x337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k72gL7erhsU/To6ZFnJ358I/AAAAAAAAD6g/GvTK2ogYFC0/s1600/uk-troll-hunter-poster-450x337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the year I've seen the fewest movies in like, ever. I saw this movie when it played the Times last summer - for whatever reason, it interested me enough to make the effort to leave the house - which is saying something. I work in the community and after spending all day in the freaking blazing heat we had all summer, it had to be something pretty stellar to get me back out in it again once I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like the POV style movies like Blair Witch, Diary of the Dead, and Cloverfield, I'm probably not going to sell you on this one - but I'd still suggest giving it a chance.&amp;nbsp; It's original and funny and, yes, I was creeped out more than once.&amp;nbsp; A couple of reviews I read seemed to be think that the filmmakers failed by showing more of the trolls than they should have - and while I'm usually a proponent of 'less is more', I think I would have been disappointed if I hadn't seen any trolls.&amp;nbsp; Maybe for some people, it didn't work, but I thought the trolls were scary and interesting enough to see more than once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for monsters back in movies!&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple girl,&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1946138553084066980?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1946138553084066980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1946138553084066980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1946138553084066980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1946138553084066980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-3-troll-hunter.html' title='Day 3: Troll Hunter'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k72gL7erhsU/To6ZFnJ358I/AAAAAAAAD6g/GvTK2ogYFC0/s72-c/uk-troll-hunter-poster-450x337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4093805069759291397</id><published>2011-10-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:15:08.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Faust</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmOfdd_XWNQ/To6XGeTyJsI/AAAAAAAAD6c/t0ghyvpQ3GA/s1600/ShowImages_faustticket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmOfdd_XWNQ/To6XGeTyJsI/AAAAAAAAD6c/t0ghyvpQ3GA/s320/ShowImages_faustticket.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to mention this play before we get much further into the month. I had the pleasure of seeing it at the Alchemist Theater in Bay View last weekend, and it ROCKED. The first 15-20 minutes take place in the theater, and after that, it's all on you to see how much you want to see. You wander all over the theater watching scenes unfold with the actors only inches from you. Stand in the wrong place in the wrong time and you might just get hit by a door. Buy your tickets soon, though, as they're selling fast, apparently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.alchemisttheatre.com/index.cfm?fuse=viewShow&amp;amp;showId=138"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get tickets - weekends appear to be sold out but as of this writing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursdays all have tickets available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you don't make this production by the Alchemist, keep them in mind for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other events - they always do a great job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4093805069759291397?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4093805069759291397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4093805069759291397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4093805069759291397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4093805069759291397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-2-faust.html' title='Day 2: Faust'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmOfdd_XWNQ/To6XGeTyJsI/AAAAAAAAD6c/t0ghyvpQ3GA/s72-c/ShowImages_faustticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8263076273049371452</id><published>2011-10-06T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T23:03:55.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Halloween Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, I run it every year, I'm lame, I know. But I have to give my cats the pimp spot, and this list makes Mama's lil black heart happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep in mind for Halloween, it is worthwhile to remember a few&lt;br /&gt;simple rules to help keep this season healthy, happy and SAFE!!&lt;br /&gt;Please use these helpful hints this and every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388223862065666610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s320/DSCN0587.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. When it appears that you have killed the monster, NEVER check to&lt;br /&gt;see if it's really dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6YtFvmI/AAAAAAAABqQ/G7jH2Ee6fvE/s1600-h/vintage-halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229203236077154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6YtFvmI/AAAAAAAABqQ/G7jH2Ee6fvE/s320/vintage-halloween.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 251px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV604t8RI/AAAAAAAABqg/xjBwg1DGzyk/s1600-h/it-pennywise-basement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229210801041682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV604t8RI/AAAAAAAABqg/xjBwg1DGzyk/s320/it-pennywise-basement.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Do not search the basement, especially if the power has gone&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbbfaOd9vI/AAAAAAAABrg/DRQaSZBAFqo/s1600-h/scary%2Bkid.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388235336857810674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbbfaOd9vI/AAAAAAAABrg/DRQaSZBAFqo/s320/scary%2Bkid.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 130px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language&lt;br /&gt;which they should not know, shoot them immediately. It will save you&lt;br /&gt;a lot of grief in the long run. However, it will probably take&lt;br /&gt;several rounds to kill them, so be prepared. This also applies to&lt;br /&gt;kids who speak with somebody else's voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlG8P7AyHI/AAAAAAAADmU/ajJyJRsuqAE/s1600/011274_15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlG8P7AyHI/AAAAAAAADmU/ajJyJRsuqAE/s1600/011274_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. When you have the benefit of numbers, NEVER pair off and go&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6oIqG2I/AAAAAAAABqY/8PejJEYgKBY/s1600-h/A3-portal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229207378238306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6oIqG2I/AAAAAAAABqY/8PejJEYgKBY/s320/A3-portal2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 167px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Never stand in, on, or above a grave, tomb, or crypt. This would&lt;br /&gt;apply to any other house of the dead as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV7pNumgI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ua8ZI2i8P5I/s1600-h/cats+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229224847809026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV7pNumgI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ua8ZI2i8P5I/s320/cats+006.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. If you're searching for something which caused a loud noise and&lt;br /&gt;find out that it's just the cat, GET THE HECK OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. If appliances start operating by themselves, do not check for&lt;br /&gt;short circuits, just get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaVCWR0wI/AAAAAAAABrI/6cvS6xhEy84/s1600-h/house_on_haunted_hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388234059137798914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaVCWR0wI/AAAAAAAABrI/6cvS6xhEy84/s320/house_on_haunted_hill.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 227px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Do not take ANYTHING from the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDle-BJII/AAAAAAAADmI/xRjrNb48zbY/s1600/cotc2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDle-BJII/AAAAAAAADmI/xRjrNb48zbY/s320/cotc2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. If you find a town which looks deserted, there's probably a good&lt;br /&gt;reason for it. Don't stop and look around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't fool with recombinant DNA technology unless you're sure&lt;br /&gt;you know what you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaU0TkJDI/AAAAAAAABrA/ya3JlO_60lg/s1600-h/occult_exhibit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388234055368320050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaU0TkJDI/AAAAAAAABrA/ya3JlO_60lg/s320/occult_exhibit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 230px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. If you're running from the monster, expect to trip or fall down&lt;br /&gt;at least twice, more if you are female. Also note that, despite the&lt;br /&gt;fact that you are running and the monster is merely shambling along,&lt;br /&gt;it's still moving fast enough to catch up with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbYZkgh5DI/AAAAAAAABq4/1UbxaRJe2Hw/s1600-h/DSCN0725+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388231938003821618" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbYZkgh5DI/AAAAAAAABq4/1UbxaRJe2Hw/s320/DSCN0725+-+Copy.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 210px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. If your companions suddenly begin to exhibit uncharacteristic&lt;br /&gt;behavior such as hissing, fascination for blood, glowing eyes,&lt;br /&gt;increasing hairiness, and so on, kill them immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDlOCfMkI/AAAAAAAADmE/RTqUYuzLBTc/s1600/amityville-horror-20041006031027835-000.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDlOCfMkI/AAAAAAAADmE/RTqUYuzLBTc/s1600/amityville-horror-20041006031027835-000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are&lt;br /&gt;listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Transylvania, Nilbog (you're in&lt;br /&gt;trouble if you recognize this one), anywhere in Texas where&lt;br /&gt;chainsaws are sold, the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkcILGFI/AAAAAAAADmA/XcMtkrCRDQM/s1600/Dead-End.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkcILGFI/AAAAAAAADmA/XcMtkrCRDQM/s320/Dead-End.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. If your car runs out of gas at night on a lonely road, do not go&lt;br /&gt;to the nearby deserted-looking house to phone for help. If you think&lt;br /&gt;that it is strange you ran out of gas because you thought you had&lt;br /&gt;most of a tank, shoot yourself instead. You are going to die anyway,&lt;br /&gt;and most likely be eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkd5qekI/AAAAAAAADl8/Modwt7aqqcM/s1600/texas-chainsaw-1974-leatherface-sunset.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkd5qekI/AAAAAAAADl8/Modwt7aqqcM/s320/texas-chainsaw-1974-leatherface-sunset.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Beware of strangers bearing tools. For example: chainsaws,&lt;br /&gt;staple guns, hedge trimmers, electric carving knives, combines,&lt;br /&gt;lawnmowers, butane torches, soldering irons, band saws, or any&lt;br /&gt;devices made from deceased companions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDj1TUc4I/AAAAAAAADl4/mAYAoIX5Oqc/s1600/pol.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDj1TUc4I/AAAAAAAADl4/mAYAoIX5Oqc/s1600/pol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. If you find that your house is built upon a cemetery, now is the&lt;br /&gt;time to move in with the in-laws. This also applies to houses that&lt;br /&gt;had previous inhabitants who went mad or committed suicide or died in&lt;br /&gt;some horrible fashion, or had inhabitants who performed satanic&lt;br /&gt;practices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDjis0pKI/AAAAAAAADl0/3F-ZPISVgcA/s1600/house-on-haunted-hill-skeleton-attack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDjis0pKI/AAAAAAAADl0/3F-ZPISVgcA/s1600/house-on-haunted-hill-skeleton-attack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. Dress appropriately. When investigating a noise downstairs in an&lt;br /&gt;old house, women should not wear a flimsy negligee. And carry a&lt;br /&gt;flashlight, not a candle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDi9fV2pI/AAAAAAAADlw/S_bawnjgu7I/s1600/brew,fireplace,halloween,witch-bb706e89ca987f5d50a5617885168a5f_m.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDi9fV2pI/AAAAAAAADlw/S_bawnjgu7I/s1600/brew,fireplace,halloween,witch-bb706e89ca987f5d50a5617885168a5f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. Do not mention the names of demons around open flames, as these&lt;br /&gt;can flare suddenly. Be especially careful of fireplaces in this&lt;br /&gt;regard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDle-BJII/AAAAAAAADmI/xRjrNb48zbY/s1600/cotc2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. Do not go looking for witches in the countryside.... you might&lt;br /&gt;find us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/Ssbbe7TZGTI/AAAAAAAABrY/Gcl3Li2PPHM/s1600-h/sexy_vintage_witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388235328556964146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/Ssbbe7TZGTI/AAAAAAAABrY/Gcl3Li2PPHM/s320/sexy_vintage_witch.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother F.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8263076273049371452?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8263076273049371452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8263076273049371452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8263076273049371452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8263076273049371452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-1-halloween-tips.html' title='Day 1: Halloween Tips'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s72-c/DSCN0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3488515103546700742</id><published>2011-09-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T17:34:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether You Want Me to or Not....</title><content type='html'>I'm coming back, Y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdowntohalloween.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6095670853_3180636b05_o.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ON, Bitches!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3488515103546700742?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3488515103546700742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3488515103546700742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3488515103546700742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3488515103546700742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/09/whether-you-want-me-to-or-not.html' title='Whether You Want Me to or Not....'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-2583319058223050501</id><published>2011-03-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:05:29.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'all Need to Be Here</title><content type='html'>in south Milwaukee on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Angry Young Men, Ltd blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see, we've got a show coming up next week Friday. Char and the  gang at Soulstice Theatre&amp;nbsp;are throwing a benefit - One Night Only - and  asked us if we would like to throw our puppets into the mix.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little background - many of us at the core of Angry Young Men have  worked with Soulstice over the last decade. Soulstice&amp;nbsp;is a&amp;nbsp;wonderful&amp;nbsp;  Community Theatre, but not in the way you'd expect.&amp;nbsp;They do thoughtful,  provocative, and lesser-known pieces, not another @#$%-ing version of  "Our Town" starring bored suburbanites. They even donate a percentage of  ticket sales, every show, to a local charity. Who else does that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So when we were asked to 'Bring our puppets", we decided we were  going to do so much more. First off, the whole of Act 2 is the NOTLD  puppet show. If you missed us around Halloween, here's your chance to  see us live. If you've seen us in the past, there's plenty of surprises  up our sleeves for this time around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's never the same show twice, trust me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've also come up with some new characters that'll be capering  underfoot during Act One. We were well overdue for singin', dancin'  puppets, anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So come on down to the Marion Center (3195 S Superior St, Milwaukee)  on Saturday, March 19th. There'll be a Reception and cash bar starting  at 6:30, and the show starts at 7:30.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and, it's Pay-What-You-Can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Give, Baby, Give!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do what yer Mama says and GIT down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hB3Nga9773M/TYL17TaRNfI/AAAAAAAAD1U/kou3F635ifM/s1600/night-living-dead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hB3Nga9773M/TYL17TaRNfI/AAAAAAAAD1U/kou3F635ifM/s400/night-living-dead.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-2583319058223050501?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/2583319058223050501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=2583319058223050501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/2583319058223050501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/2583319058223050501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/03/yall-need-to-be-here.html' title='Y&apos;all Need to Be Here'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hB3Nga9773M/TYL17TaRNfI/AAAAAAAAD1U/kou3F635ifM/s72-c/night-living-dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8361666289867559632</id><published>2011-03-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:44:29.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>While I was on my extended leave of absence, I was very saddened to hear that Ingrid Pitt had passed away. I was especially down because I was working on a portrait of her and planned on sending her a print. I was just about finished with it when I heard the news.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really only had the background to finish - so I went for a kind of ethereal feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this from one of her glamour shots from the 60's - I wanted to avoid the more iconic photos of her (although I love them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X-sytaCGoU0/TYBVFolJbAI/AAAAAAAADxg/HK0hsj5kIAY/s1600/new+191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X-sytaCGoU0/TYBVFolJbAI/AAAAAAAADxg/HK0hsj5kIAY/s400/new+191.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was really looking forward to contacting her again - I wrote her once about five years ago, and she was kind enough to write me back. I'm glad I did that - I just wish I'd done her portrait sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used watercolor and only blue and burnt sienna again. I'm working on a second watercolor of Ingrid, larger (this one is only&amp;nbsp; 5 x 7) and not limiting the color palette this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8361666289867559632?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8361666289867559632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8361666289867559632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8361666289867559632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8361666289867559632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/03/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X-sytaCGoU0/TYBVFolJbAI/AAAAAAAADxg/HK0hsj5kIAY/s72-c/new+191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6521882491386426530</id><published>2011-03-09T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:33:13.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUINOX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q7uEOHfTiaA/TXhiG5s1YbI/AAAAAAAADwI/QsSoboSSEBI/s1600/equinox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q7uEOHfTiaA/TXhiG5s1YbI/AAAAAAAADwI/QsSoboSSEBI/s640/equinox.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uRGH666kAzg/TXhWakHyrCI/AAAAAAAADv4/MEZCCPvcniw/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g7lcUo2tZBA/TXhWVn3OK6I/AAAAAAAADvM/YGg8I_ja8wY/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Equinox….a movie so great in its badness that it’s part of the Criterion Collection. Which also means it’s stupidly expensive. So rent it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It’s about a crazy group of kids that decide to picnic in the woods, find an ancient book that is all kinds of evil ‘n stuff, and fight off stop motion monsters.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and there’s a castle and Kentucky Fried Chicken.&amp;nbsp; Neat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Our movie begins with some dude yelling and running through the woods and almost getting run over by a car with no driver. Then some other dude finds him and takes him to the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HtiaB1-RR2k/TXcbeSV3M9I/AAAAAAAADug/i6NshVblYc0/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HtiaB1-RR2k/TXcbeSV3M9I/AAAAAAAADug/i6NshVblYc0/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I agree, it's always faster to run THROUGH the trees than around them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; So, cut to a year later, and our tree jumper, David, has been hanging out in the psych ward. Apparently nobody really knows the story, so it's time to get it out of him, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So one day David, his friend Jim, and their be-scarfed dates, Susan and Vicki get their Colonel on and head out for a picnic in the woods. Oh yeah, it also has something to do with some geology thing and a professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FhKXvmZyktU/TXhWRsgrzEI/AAAAAAAADuk/yco1-yRuAYo/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-FhKXvmZyktU/TXhWRsgrzEI/AAAAAAAADuk/yco1-yRuAYo/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But when they get there, the professor, Dr Waterman, is nowhere to be found - and his cabin is all kinds of crazy messed up. Wonder how that happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E9GpNFPVFnc/TXhWSEzyErI/AAAAAAAADuo/UbLUBLsrJqs/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E9GpNFPVFnc/TXhWSEzyErI/AAAAAAAADuo/UbLUBLsrJqs/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But these kids aren't all alone in these woods - they have a ranger who likes to magically appear every once in a while:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QOkKpuxgv-g/TXhWbmt7eZI/AAAAAAAADwE/WafSqxWzj4g/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QOkKpuxgv-g/TXhWbmt7eZI/AAAAAAAADwE/WafSqxWzj4g/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_wurFrgs5F4/TXhWS6f0uFI/AAAAAAAADuw/eZ-qiIbIVfc/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_wurFrgs5F4/TXhWS6f0uFI/AAAAAAAADuw/eZ-qiIbIVfc/s320/6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let my eyebrows scare you. Oh wait, on second thought, they probably should.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Not only does this forest have a ranger, it has a castle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z7pLBdPSnrU/TXhWSXPZ-TI/AAAAAAAADus/4T46Isq0RLU/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z7pLBdPSnrU/TXhWSXPZ-TI/AAAAAAAADus/4T46Isq0RLU/s320/4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When forced perspective goes horribly wrong.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There's also this cackling bastard who lives in a cave:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3HOiuq8Z2Dw/TXhWTep4u6I/AAAAAAAADu0/QrZulbVq6H4/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3HOiuq8Z2Dw/TXhWTep4u6I/AAAAAAAADu0/QrZulbVq6H4/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He also gives the kids a BIG Book O EEEvil to read at their picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Rockin' the KFC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-s5kk0QLm0Hg/TXhWT2hEE_I/AAAAAAAADu4/jhvRBPN6e9A/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-s5kk0QLm0Hg/TXhWT2hEE_I/AAAAAAAADu4/jhvRBPN6e9A/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The kids learn all kinds of groovy things from this book. Including finding out what happened to the professor's cabin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RBLVODyDy5M/TXhWU8SgzUI/AAAAAAAADvE/ThgcKxhZZrE/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RBLVODyDy5M/TXhWU8SgzUI/AAAAAAAADvE/ThgcKxhZZrE/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, you guessed it. A freaking sea serpent destroyed it. Because, as we all well know, one of the many dangers of being out in the wilderness is the potential to run into SEA CREATURES.&amp;nbsp; Oh well. In my book, that's what you get for CAMPING.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So the kids decide that this forest is just one freaking EVIL ass place, so they better make some totems to protect themselves. You know, as opposed to JUST GOING THE F**K HOME. They consult the book and get their Blair Witch on with sticks and string: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H9KpuXsJiAs/TXhWVTjCTRI/AAAAAAAADvI/AwXuoKodG6Q/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-H9KpuXsJiAs/TXhWVTjCTRI/AAAAAAAADvI/AwXuoKodG6Q/s320/12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good for keeping Rangers and Sea Serpents at bay.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So - we have A Ranger, Sea Serpents, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Blair Witchy totems. What else could this movie use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;YES- STOP MOTION MONSTERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g7lcUo2tZBA/TXhWVn3OK6I/AAAAAAAADvM/YGg8I_ja8wY/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g7lcUo2tZBA/TXhWVn3OK6I/AAAAAAAADvM/YGg8I_ja8wY/s320/13.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uRGH666kAzg/TXhWakHyrCI/AAAAAAAADv4/MEZCCPvcniw/s1600/25.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uRGH666kAzg/TXhWakHyrCI/AAAAAAAADv4/MEZCCPvcniw/s320/25.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pJeMOqmrf64/TXhWX0yEShI/AAAAAAAADvg/bor7oSaSNRA/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pJeMOqmrf64/TXhWX0yEShI/AAAAAAAADvg/bor7oSaSNRA/s320/18.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aphZWpsKt4Q/TXhWYeSnJ8I/AAAAAAAADvk/zaDFscy5ZPA/s1600/19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aphZWpsKt4Q/TXhWYeSnJ8I/AAAAAAAADvk/zaDFscy5ZPA/s320/19.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forced perspective is just NOT this movie's strong suit.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So at some point, we figure out that Ranger Rick is really a bad guy, and also turning himself into these crazy ass monsters....I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;One thing I know he can do is open up some kind of crazy portal and suck people into it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3xVIO_AX-kQ/TXhWYuHQdvI/AAAAAAAADvo/iTmn3FWvuoc/s1600/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3xVIO_AX-kQ/TXhWYuHQdvI/AAAAAAAADvo/iTmn3FWvuoc/s320/21.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;David can't pull Jim and the book out, so he ends up jumping in the vortex himself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And it turns out that the inside of the vortex is pretty much the same as the OUTSIDE of the vortex.....only redder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--cYYe80hqoY/TXhWZADCteI/AAAAAAAADvs/sJ9j83aOaBc/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--cYYe80hqoY/TXhWZADCteI/AAAAAAAADvs/sJ9j83aOaBc/s320/22.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Then they both escape but it's soon clear that Jim is not really Jim after all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-njJZQ_eTWKg/TXhWZuyrPtI/AAAAAAAADvw/vZQh9fsc15s/s1600/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-njJZQ_eTWKg/TXhWZuyrPtI/AAAAAAAADvw/vZQh9fsc15s/s320/23.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That crazy Ranger!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Well, you know that this whole evil possession thing just ain't gonna end good, and it doesn't. Which brings us back around to the beginning of the story, with Jim flailing about on the side of the road and ending up in the nut house.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, and Jim says something about being told that day that he would die in one year and one day.&amp;nbsp; And guess what today is? Derp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I thought I had a screen shot of Susan walking up to the hospital - with some consipicuous dark circles under her eyes. But I don't. Trust me, it's not that exciting.&amp;nbsp; As almost as soon as we see her, we get this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2xmppT_ZQL8/TXhWa9umMuI/AAAAAAAADv8/H22su3FtRwI/s1600/26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="119" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2xmppT_ZQL8/TXhWa9umMuI/AAAAAAAADv8/H22su3FtRwI/s320/26.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VcOuxqmk2cI/TXhWbDGFFDI/AAAAAAAADwA/Iy-LEHrFMjQ/s1600/28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VcOuxqmk2cI/TXhWbDGFFDI/AAAAAAAADwA/Iy-LEHrFMjQ/s320/28.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And that's it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I almost feel bad for Equinox because i want to like it more than I do. Of course I mean like it in the way that I love bad movies, like I want to tuck them under my pillow and protect them from the cold, cruel world. And while there are times that Equinox veers towards Awesome Badness ( &lt;i&gt;A Freaking Sea Serpent in the Forest? Be still my beating heart!&lt;/i&gt;), at times it's just, well, boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T4qXzFcS2EA/TXhWXCLjZ4I/AAAAAAAADvY/lgv9txlL0P4/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T4qXzFcS2EA/TXhWXCLjZ4I/AAAAAAAADvY/lgv9txlL0P4/s320/16.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much how I felt by the end of this movie. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xV-Adv7kV_8/TXhWUEicy-I/AAAAAAAADu8/Nb07OTqa3D0/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But it's fun for a one time viewing - which is why Mama would never pay Criterion Collection price for this mess. &lt;i&gt;Maybe&lt;/i&gt; five dollar bargain bin. But I do think it's very cool that a movie like this got the Criterion treatment. So, Criterion, where's my Abby? Vampire Hookers? Death Bed: The Bed that Eats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well. We can always hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Till next time, friends.....go get yerselves some KFC and for god's sake, stay out of the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;-Mother Firefly&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/8950139008543858024-6521882491386426530?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6521882491386426530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6521882491386426530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6521882491386426530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6521882491386426530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/03/equinox.html' title='EQUINOX!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Q7uEOHfTiaA/TXhiG5s1YbI/AAAAAAAADwI/QsSoboSSEBI/s72-c/equinox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3516577078996908349</id><published>2011-03-08T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:03:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Awesome Is This?</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I can't love The Angry Young Men any more, they go and prove me wrong. I can't help it - when you turn one of my childhood icons into a zombie, you have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the genius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D7OT_e3k0Kk" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3516577078996908349?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3516577078996908349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3516577078996908349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3516577078996908349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3516577078996908349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-awesome-is-this.html' title='How Awesome Is This?'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D7OT_e3k0Kk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1760888410851827418</id><published>2011-03-07T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:29:07.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At It</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back, and Mama is feeling GOOD.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally my new place feels like a home, the cats have adjusted, and we're getting back to something resembling a life. Except since this is my strange version of a life, ghost hunting shows clog my DVR, Elvis and Barry White are on the stereo, and I tuck myself into bed at night with HorrorHound magazine.&amp;nbsp; AND - best of all - The Scary is coming back around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cwfQDJv1M3s/TXXMYyQ3L7I/AAAAAAAADuc/d3VY46mp7ok/s1600/dawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cwfQDJv1M3s/TXXMYyQ3L7I/AAAAAAAADuc/d3VY46mp7ok/s1600/dawn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although it was never gone - I played Dawn of the Dead at least twice last weekend when I opened every last dang box in the place. Wherever I am, I always have Peter, Roger and Flyboy to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been discovering things I'd forgotten I had - before I moved to Milwaukee eight years ago, I packed up my collection of all things horror and stored it in the attic - where it's been hanging out all this time. I can't believe the things I'd forgotten - like my signed certificate from Ted Mikels saying that I'm of sound mind and body and cleared to watch The Corpse Grinders.....totally forgot I had a Lily Munster doll .... and do I really have a Leatherface bobble head?&amp;nbsp; Yep. I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this week I stopped working on this place and watched something filled with awesome badness and deserving of the Mama treatment. Expect that in a day or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Firefly Ranch has relocated and we're back open for business, friends. Just take off your shoes, please, those rugs weren't cheap. Who needs Papa Cash, anyway? Mama is making this all her OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows? maybe someday, some tall drink of nerdy horror lovin' man will come over to the Ranch and say, Mama, you are some MESSED up chick.....and I love it. And I'll be all, MmmHmm, You KNOW it, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, this girl is loving hanging out with her friends, doing what she wants, when she wants, and not having to watch ANYTHING that falls under the category of what I like to call 'Arty Relationship Movie'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ew.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, my friends, and Mama will be back soon with a martini in one hand and screen shots of bad monsters in the other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mama Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1760888410851827418?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1760888410851827418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1760888410851827418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1760888410851827418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1760888410851827418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-at-it.html' title='Back At It'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cwfQDJv1M3s/TXXMYyQ3L7I/AAAAAAAADuc/d3VY46mp7ok/s72-c/dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4248735815024684240</id><published>2011-02-06T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:49:13.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>Or, how Mama's move was delayed by Mother Nature. Somehow I was awesomely able to time my move exactly with the biggest snow storm of the year. I ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the threat of like, the hugest blizzard in the last ten years hanging over us, the movers came and they did their thing.&amp;nbsp; But the snow started falling just as they finished, and by the time I got back to the old place, the roads were getting bad. Needless to say, moving the cats, getting food/supplies, and a few other things were put on hold. I spent the next day snowed in until the city got around to plowing our street, and the NEXT day locked out of my new place due to a key fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I ROCK? You may not want me to plan your next move, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to work this weekend, and with the Superbowl coming (and having to reschedule the cable installation at the new place), Mama and the kitties have been living at the old place, while all of our 'stuff' is living at the new place. But not for much longer - we'll be moving the last few things will be moving in two days, along with the cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a few days before I'll have the net again, and then I'll be back at it. I feel all kinds of weird with all of my things gone, my movies packed away, and living out of a suitcase in the home I've been in for over eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I was snowed in, I managed to watch a couple things - including The Last Exorcism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TU-aBhew19I/AAAAAAAADuU/5R-Xh1fH05U/s1600/The_Last_Exorcism_videoposters_29067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TU-aBhew19I/AAAAAAAADuU/5R-Xh1fH05U/s320/The_Last_Exorcism_videoposters_29067.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I learned that super flexible people and blank stares are a recipe for FREAKING ME OUT. I really liked Last Exorcism for the most part - we've seen the fake documentary and we've seen people possessed by 'The DEBIL' , but I thought it was well-acted and real in a way that was really disturbing to me. Especially creepy for me was the choice to make the 'DEBIL' voice all normal like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was warned the ending of this was disappointing - but this movie actually has two endings - the one that fakes you out and then the 'real' explanation. When the fake out came, I thought it was lame at first and I understood the complaints. Then, when the real ending came, I actually found the 'fake' ending creepy - with the realization that 'The DEBIL' was behind it and had fooled everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't hate the actual ending of the movie - but to me, it felt like it belonged in an entirely different kind of movie. God knows Mama loves some good old fashioned Satan worship ( complete with an altar) in her movies, but it seemed that it belonged in a cheesier film. I thought the movie was so creepy because the documentary style filming gave the move a realistic vibe - and the ending -to me- just didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the movie. I didn't have a problem with the ending itself - I'd just like it more in a totally different movie.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; So then my brother asked me how I WOULD end it - and I have no idea. But hey, Mama's a busy woman and I don't make movies, I just talk about them.&amp;nbsp; It's someone else's job to entertain me, dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of entertaining, I also dug Dead Set - a five part mini series from the UK that IFC played last October. Yes, it's been sitting on my DVR that long. I didn't like it as much as The Walking Dead, which I thought had more compelling characters and storylines.&amp;nbsp; And Dead Set's zombies are some fast buggers, which means we get few really good looks at them and there's the kind of fast editing and jerky camera movements that make Mama's head feel all googly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TU-iPI72agI/AAAAAAAADuY/CfgEnbjZsqs/s1600/deadset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TU-iPI72agI/AAAAAAAADuY/CfgEnbjZsqs/s320/deadset.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Set focuses on people on a reality Big Brother type show - and what happens to them when the rest of the country goes to hell following a zombie outbreak. What I thought was great about Dead Set was exploring what it would be like if these people you'd been living with turned into zombies before your eyes - how unbelievable that would be - and believe me, in this story, it happens FAST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the thoughts I have in my tired lil head. I watched the Packers win (!) and I'm SO ready to move completely into my new place and make it start feeling like home. Thanks everyone for the encouraging comments - you guys are all kinds of AWESOME and I look forward to catching up with everyone soon. And watching some crazy bad movie fill of cheese.&amp;nbsp; It's great to watch good stuff but I start to crave the bad. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4248735815024684240?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4248735815024684240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4248735815024684240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4248735815024684240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4248735815024684240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TU-aBhew19I/AAAAAAAADuU/5R-Xh1fH05U/s72-c/The_Last_Exorcism_videoposters_29067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-192465980973140420</id><published>2011-01-27T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:45:39.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>The Firefly Ranch is in a STATE, my friends.&amp;nbsp; Boxes and things waiting to go in boxes....I've had The Last Exorcism here for the last week and I haven't watched it yet. I'm also trying to watch everything I put on the DVR in the last couple of months - which means I've been living on a steady stream of ghost hunting shows and Destination Truth playing in the background while I pack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movers come next Tuesday, so Mama has her work cut out for her this weekend.......Here's hoping it goes smoothly and that night I'm kicking back in my new living room watching my first horror movie in my new home.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....what I should watch first???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama will be getting back to business soon - I miss scary movies and I'm DYING to watch something, anything, even The Last Exorcism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then -&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-192465980973140420?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/192465980973140420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=192465980973140420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/192465980973140420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/192465980973140420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-5138017599616447792</id><published>2011-01-17T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T00:23:02.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Machete</title><content type='html'>Recently I had myself a lil&amp;nbsp; double feature with Machete and Black Dynamite. Cause I like my mens all rough and Grindhouse-y. It was the second time I've watched Black Dynamite but the first for Machete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TTP78W9t04I/AAAAAAAADuM/OtYu9rLsEdA/s1600/machete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TTP78W9t04I/AAAAAAAADuM/OtYu9rLsEdA/s400/machete.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't more movies this much fun? Danny Trejo was awesome.&amp;nbsp; My mom saw him in downtown Milwaukee at the last big Harley fest. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost started it over again as soon as I was done with it. Here's hoping for more Machete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears my apartment search has paid off, and I've found a new place to live. I'm moving in two weeks, so I'm going to be pretty busy packing and moving and unpacking. Posts will probably be in short supply for the next month or so until I get moved and settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back as soon as I can.....until then take care, and remember,&lt;br /&gt;Machete don't text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-5138017599616447792?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/5138017599616447792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=5138017599616447792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5138017599616447792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5138017599616447792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/01/machete.html' title='Machete'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TTP78W9t04I/AAAAAAAADuM/OtYu9rLsEdA/s72-c/machete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-705831630287125025</id><published>2011-01-04T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:33:52.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Daughter</title><content type='html'>I almost called this post Surprisingly, It Didn't Suck. Because if this movie had somehow wandered into my home with that horrible title and the even more horrible poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSLPmEXlSzI/AAAAAAAADuI/xZFJ0AYFDoE/s1600/new+d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSLPmEXlSzI/AAAAAAAADuI/xZFJ0AYFDoE/s1600/new+d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I mean, huh?&amp;nbsp; What exactly are we supposed to think this movie is about, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think 'Kevin Costner is PISSED as HELL and he's gonna take that gun and he's gonna.......he's......OH SHIT I HAVE NO FREAKING IDEA BECAUSE THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST STUPIDEST MISLEADING POSTERS EVER'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I said it. MOST STUPIDEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying, IF this movie had just walked into my house wearing that dumbass poster, I'd have buried it under a pile of Tom Hanks movies, where I'd be sure never to find it again, because God knows I'm not going to picking any of THOSE up to watch them anytime soon. Of course, I don't actually own any Tom Hanks movies, so my threats are probably pretty empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason this movie ended up in my house was because I happened to read a review that said this movie was much better than the reviewer had anticipated. (Sorry, can't recall where that was.....) After that, I added it to my list, somehow (by the power of Kevin Costner?) it managed to crawl to the top, and then, bingo oingo boingo, it ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first third was pretty good, and then a bit of CGI madness managed to crawl its way across the screen.&amp;nbsp; So I thought, well, okay, it was a good thirty minutes or so, maybe we'll have another good thirty minutes before the movie breaks down into a spiral of Extra Crispy Retardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But get this - not only did I NOT think the ending was retarded - I even thought it was CREEPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be that I am more easily spooked these days; or; it may be that this is the only new horror movie I've seen in WEEKS.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe it had something to do with being directed by Luis Berdejo, the writer of [Rec].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let your Mama know what you thought.&amp;nbsp; Have you seen it, and it did you also think, Hey! That didn't actually suck! or, am I completely off base and it actually was terrible and I've just lost my marbles AND my good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Tight and Don't Let the Bedbugs Bite,&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-705831630287125025?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/705831630287125025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=705831630287125025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/705831630287125025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/705831630287125025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-daughter.html' title='The New Daughter'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSLPmEXlSzI/AAAAAAAADuI/xZFJ0AYFDoE/s72-c/new+d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4217505377672108911</id><published>2011-01-02T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:24:56.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, no Blog</title><content type='html'>Hello Dearhearts; Has it really been two months?&amp;nbsp; I knew it had been a while but I was surprised to see it'd been THAT long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT has changed since I've been here last, and it's the main reason I haven't been blogging lately. Shortly after I came home from vacation, everything just came to a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated a year ago - and started my first nursing job - and last year started off on such a high note - school finished, making money again, I'd worked my ass off for three years and I thought now I was going to be able to enjoy all the things I'd set aside for three years while I went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a brief taste of freedom and free time for a short time, and then my new job kept taking more time....and more time.....until I realized that I now had less free time then when I was a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made the decision that I thought was best, which was to put in a year at my new job and then start looking for something else in the new year. I made this decision because I thought it'd be better for me to at least stick it out a year, and, I needed experience as a new nurse before I'd qualify to apply to some of the other jobs I was interested in. Plus, I don't hate my actual job - in fact, I like what I do - I just don't like the 10-15 extra hours plus per week that it requires.&amp;nbsp; Also - NOT getting paid overtime doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this seemed like a good plan, and although this job has been hell on my personal life, not to mention doing anything fun, EVER, my partner, or who I've referred to in this blog as Papa Cash, agreed with me that it was probably the best thing to do given the circumstances. He would even say to me during the hard times, when I was really down, 'It won't be forever, you just have to get through this year'. So I thought at least I had the support of my partner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kept counting the months down till the end of the year, I kept trudging along, I planned and went on a vacation I'd always wanted to take, and in the meantime, continued to feel burnt out, tired, depressed......you name it. I've tried to keep the bitching to a minimun - after all, there are way too many people - loved ones of mine included- who have lost their jobs in this economy and are having a hell of a time finding new employment. So at least I had a job, even if I felt like it was wrecking my health and mental well being in the meantime. I told myself to count my blessings. I had a roof over my head, money in the bank, my cats, and my significant other.&amp;nbsp; Even if i had no time to enjoy them, at least they were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, not very long before the proverbial shit hit the fan, I was whining to a friend of mine who sent me a short email back saying, in a nutshell, The only thing we can rely on is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and she also called me Grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if she had some sort of psychic vision about my life or what, but then that's exactly what happened. I wish I had some sort of better explanation of what I'm about to say, but the truth is I don't. One minute things were status quo, and the next minute they weren't. And ever since that single moment of realization, that second it hit me, nothing has been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks after coming home from vacation - and maybe a week or so after my last post - I was working, driving around, doing my thing, when all of a sudden I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't tell you how I knew, or what happened before that I might have ignored, or what signs were there - I just knew. And as much as I tried to shake it off, or pretend that there really was no evidence to support it, the feeling wouldn't go away. I told myself to just let it go, that I was imagining things, that absolutely nothing had happened to support this idea in my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the feeling didn't go away, and if anything, it became more pronounced as the days went on. But still I thought, this is probably all in my head, and it's more likely a warning that something may happen if things don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I confronted him (sooner than I planned but I found I just couldn't live with this overwhelming feeling hanging over me ever second), I was still dumbfounded to find out that I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My significant other, my partner of almost nine years, had decided there was someone else he'd rather spend his time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was surprised that I knew.&amp;nbsp; More surprised yet when I told him it literally hit me out of nowhere, that I had no evidence, that I had no suspicions or inklings before that day. There were no apologies, no asking for second chances, no admission that it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;This is what was going on and this is who he wanted to be with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently my epiphany, as correct as it was, was a few months late in getting to the party, as this had been going on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on vacation with me.&amp;nbsp; He let me pay for a vacation with him. We even talked about planning our next vacation in the spring. We kept living our lives and I kept working my ass off and counting down the weeks till I had my year in so I could look for a new job. I wonder when he would have told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I spent a few days feeling numb, then going through every emotion in the book trying to process, trying to explain, trying to decide my next move. Finally, I decided staying in Milwaukee (at least for the time being) was best.&amp;nbsp; And, as much as I hate to admit it, changing jobs in the near future is probably not going to happen, as looking for a place to live is taking precedence at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even thought I had a place, briefly, but it didn't work out - which depressed me even more - and with the holidays approaching I decided to wait a few weeks to start looking again. I'm glad that the holidays are over - they weren't fun, as you can imagine, and it was the first Christmas ever that I've spent alone. Add to that watching your ex pack up and go spend the holidays with his brand new 'family'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Good Times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And if Christmas and New Year's weren't fun enough, I also had a birthday nestled in between those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I can't possibly get much more pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the last couple of weeks I got a couple of presents from my BFF, KK, which reminded me that if I'm going to get back to something that resembles the old me and try to put together some sort of new life for myself, then I have to hold onto to the things that keep me sane- my friends, my cats, my art (mostly on the backburner), and last but not least, my love of The Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a GORGEOUS book; trust me, if you like Hammer, this is all kinds of yummy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFOqI5WgrI/AAAAAAAADt8/kXICTotrG94/s1600/51o3N5tpmGL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFPAfw7wmI/AAAAAAAADuA/Up7oOPh0sQE/s1600/41KmB%252B7-T4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFPAfw7wmI/AAAAAAAADuA/Up7oOPh0sQE/s1600/41KmB%252B7-T4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morsel of cinematic goodness, one of my personal faves and which FINALLY has a REAL release with special features -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFOqI5WgrI/AAAAAAAADt8/kXICTotrG94/s1600/51o3N5tpmGL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFOqI5WgrI/AAAAAAAADt8/kXICTotrG94/s1600/51o3N5tpmGL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's time to start dragging myself out of the pit of sadness/pity/inertia/anger and the only way I know how to do that is by getting back to what I love. And getting this movie for my birthday reminded me that even though I have a lot left to do, I need to start taking time again to feed my soul and for your old Mama, feeding the soul means getting back to The Scary again. Many things have changed in my lifetime, but at least one thing has always remained constant, and that's the way that The Scary makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal. Sane. Comforted. I know that doesn't make the world's most typical woman, but guess what - Mama doesn't give two shits anymore. Maybe, in the end, that's what PC wanted - a more 'normal' woman.&amp;nbsp; He certainly never expressed an interest in my passion, including this blog. Which is why I feel pretty free to say whatever the hell I want - he never read it before, and if he's just starting now, well, then, too freaking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting here tonight, watching Hellboy, reveling in the awesomeness of Ron Perlman and his huge noggin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFcwIaFAyI/AAAAAAAADuE/imgnY3V3wac/s1600/hellboy-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFcwIaFAyI/AAAAAAAADuE/imgnY3V3wac/s320/hellboy-5.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it just shows how f**ked up I am that I think this movie is a ROMANCE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...getting ready to go back to the grind for another week, and trying not to think of all the change that's still coming and everything I still have left to do. But I suppose, even though I'd like to see it wrapped up by oh, next week? the truth is that it's going to take as long as it's going to take, and all I can do is let it unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there are still people out there that haven't completely forgotten about me...and I'm looking forward to catching up with the blogs that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, BTW, I haven't forgotten about the contest and mailing out the prints. I will be getting that done this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a better year in 2011 and here's a little song with a message I'd like to pass along to those it applies to....the genders may be different but hey, if the shoe fits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/8950139008543858024-4217505377672108911?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4217505377672108911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4217505377672108911&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4217505377672108911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4217505377672108911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2011/01/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, no Blog'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TSFPAfw7wmI/AAAAAAAADuA/Up7oOPh0sQE/s72-c/41KmB%252B7-T4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-5219335135808869845</id><published>2010-11-07T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:43:48.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God I Heart This Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUus_-DEpTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qUus_-DEpTA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/8950139008543858024-5219335135808869845?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/5219335135808869845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=5219335135808869845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5219335135808869845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5219335135808869845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-god-i-heart-this-man.html' title='My God I Heart This Man'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1053849194957536028</id><published>2010-11-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:43:32.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures -Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdVmcxJcPI/AAAAAAAADt0/s2AdbBp4n5M/s1600/IMG_6667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdVmcxJcPI/AAAAAAAADt0/s2AdbBp4n5M/s320/IMG_6667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just wanted to let everyone know that the pictures are all finally downloaded and I added some to three of the older posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are into the paranormal thing, take a look at my brother's blog, Project Blue, and his review of a new documentary about some scary places in Saginaw, Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumboslezis.blogspot.com/2010/10/haunting-on-hamilton-street-saginaw.html"&gt;Hamilton Street Horrors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell him I said to write more because I get sad when he doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1053849194957536028?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1053849194957536028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1053849194957536028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1053849194957536028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1053849194957536028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/11/pictures-finally.html' title='Pictures -Finally'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdVmcxJcPI/AAAAAAAADt0/s2AdbBp4n5M/s72-c/IMG_6667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3941794772942700795</id><published>2010-11-07T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:14:00.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail of the Screaming Foreheads</title><content type='html'>I found this by accident on IFC when I was setting up the DVR for 'The Dead Set' last week. I remember reading a little about this but I'd forgotten about it - a quick search of Amazon found that it's not available on DVD, so I added it to my DVR. I watched part of it last weekend and then finished it up on my sick day - which took three or four attempts because I kept falling asleep.&amp;nbsp; I attribute that more to the illness than the movie - although it does kind of drag in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ7rD1pmI/AAAAAAAADrA/zR4PdLDoBSc/s1600/trail-of-the-screaming-forehead_970x390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ7rD1pmI/AAAAAAAADrA/zR4PdLDoBSc/s320/trail-of-the-screaming-forehead_970x390.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming Forehead is a tribute film to the scifi films of the 50s - the Earth is being invaded by alien foreheads from another planet just looking for a decent place to live because well, their planet just isn't working out for them so well.....and isn't that always how these things tend to go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ6-5-ETI/AAAAAAAADq8/9dWwolAww28/s1600/Trail-of-the-Screaming-Fore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ6-5-ETI/AAAAAAAADq8/9dWwolAww28/s320/Trail-of-the-Screaming-Fore.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of 'Foreheads', Larry Blamire, is behind Lost Skeleton of Cadvara - which may just be the best tribute film of this kind. Unfortunately, I don't think Foreheads is anywhere as good as "Skeleton', but it's still fun. The actors do a great job, and just like Skeleton, the appreciation and love for the genre (and the era that these films came from) shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possessing a certain sense of humor helps to find a movie like this appealing. For instance, if you're a fan of certain movies where completely un-dangerous (is that even a word?) items suddenly possess a dangerous side, then you might enjoy Foreheads. For instance, if the sight of tomatoes chasing people across parking lots makes you laugh*, then alien Foreheads inching their way across the landscape will probably be your cup of tea as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun but I'm looking forward to Larry Blamire's other films,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark and Stormy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcOGWzzaSI/AAAAAAAADrE/YRgYAytttwM/s1600/darkstormyb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcOGWzzaSI/AAAAAAAADrE/YRgYAytttwM/s320/darkstormyb.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Skeleton Returns Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ6XrgpMI/AAAAAAAADq4/cPhgu1zLuVQ/s1600/774871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ6XrgpMI/AAAAAAAADq4/cPhgu1zLuVQ/s320/774871.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of which are available on DVD right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other films of this kind, I also recommend the films of Christopher Mimh.&amp;nbsp; Last year during the Countdown to Halloween, I reviewed a couple of his films as well as Cadavra and a couple others along the same vein. You can go relive my retardedness &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-26-monster-of-phantom-lake.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-17-frankenstein-vs-creature-from.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-14-terror-from-beneath-earth.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, if you're so inclined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* (and yes, it does, quite frankly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3941794772942700795?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3941794772942700795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3941794772942700795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3941794772942700795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3941794772942700795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/11/trail-of-screaming-foreheads.html' title='Trail of the Screaming Foreheads'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNcJ7rD1pmI/AAAAAAAADrA/zR4PdLDoBSc/s72-c/trail-of-the-screaming-forehead_970x390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8410903998678985843</id><published>2010-11-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:44:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Hill</title><content type='html'>I stayed home sick today; and I'm barely making it through with a steady diet of juice, Harry Potter, coffee, movies about foreheads from outer space (more on that later), and this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNLxDELh3fI/AAAAAAAADq0/A9UfY8Ogw1k/s1600/28473251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNLxDELh3fI/AAAAAAAADq0/A9UfY8Ogw1k/s1600/28473251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a new book - it was published in October 2005. But I just bought it recently to read on the plane and finished it up today. Hands down, one of the best (if not the best) collections of short stories by a single author that I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't already aware, Joe Hill is the son of Stephen King....although I'm pretty sure you won't see that mentioned anywhere in the introductions or on the covers of the book. I don't think he admitted a connection to his famous father until his second book Heart Shaped Box, published in 2007, came out. Which is another book I highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author also has a new book out, called Horns, and a comic book series called Locke and Key that is going to be made into a TV series. If I wasn't so under the weather, i could probably be bothered to look that stuff up, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8410903998678985843?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8410903998678985843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8410903998678985843&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8410903998678985843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8410903998678985843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/11/joe-hill.html' title='Joe Hill'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNLxDELh3fI/AAAAAAAADq0/A9UfY8Ogw1k/s72-c/28473251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4803092596759527266</id><published>2010-11-03T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:28:49.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Frankenstein: The Musical</title><content type='html'>I'm off today - and&amp;nbsp; a little under the weather - but I did want to mention that we saw this in Milwaukee last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNIaUsV5P-I/AAAAAAAADqw/Adp2Ak6TeCI/s1600/yf14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNIaUsV5P-I/AAAAAAAADqw/Adp2Ak6TeCI/s320/yf14.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a HUGE YF fan - it's my number three favorite movie of all time- so I was really looking forward to this. I thought they did a great job overall - and I was really impressed with the way the three main actors : Victor, Elizabeth, the Monster - managed to make the parts their own. Of course all the iconic lines are still there -&amp;nbsp; but just like Spamalot, I felt that the best parts weren't with the lines you already knew - but with the songs and the new material that the actors had to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, better than I expected.&amp;nbsp; I think I would have liked it regardless, but I thought the sons were great and the cast top notch.&amp;nbsp; I recommend it if you have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4803092596759527266?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4803092596759527266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4803092596759527266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4803092596759527266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4803092596759527266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/11/young-frankenstein-musical.html' title='Young Frankenstein: The Musical'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNIaUsV5P-I/AAAAAAAADqw/Adp2Ak6TeCI/s72-c/yf14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-5415295746605780768</id><published>2010-11-02T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:20:56.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Post Halloween Blast: Zombie Puppets, Nekkid Ladies and Double Feature Halloween Morning Slam</title><content type='html'>The last few days of October were a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the 28th I was fortunate enough to see the NOLD: TPS at The Oriental.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy to report it was very well attended.&amp;nbsp; The audience responded with a well deserved standing O.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_CEiCWI7I/AAAAAAAADqs/XLi3Wtf4smI/s1600/bud_abbott_lou_costello_meet_frankenstein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AXC-OJ-I/AAAAAAAADqo/ADYcNjFh_Ck/s1600/oriental-show-poster.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AXC-OJ-I/AAAAAAAADqo/ADYcNjFh_Ck/s320/oriental-show-poster.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took a friend who is not a fan of horror movies and has never seen any of the Romero films - and she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;That, guys, is how much you ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see where you show up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I made my way over to The Times Cinema to take in what may be the definitive horror comedy, Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_CEiCWI7I/AAAAAAAADqs/XLi3Wtf4smI/s1600/bud_abbott_lou_costello_meet_frankenstein.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_CEiCWI7I/AAAAAAAADqs/XLi3Wtf4smI/s320/bud_abbott_lou_costello_meet_frankenstein.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is also on my Halloween list of movies I must watch every October. Also a very well attended show.&amp;nbsp; This movie never loses its funny to me - I'll never get tired of the 'Oh Chick, Oh Chhhhhhhhhhhhhickkkkkkk!!!!!!!!' bit, and I always lose it when Costello starts calling the Frankenstein monster 'Junior'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home for a nap, and later Papa Cash and I went back to the Times for a raunchy and randy (but fun) show by The Brew City Bombshells.&amp;nbsp; I'd wanted to see their show before but never made it - Holy Crap, the fun I've been missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AQQviqNI/AAAAAAAADqY/A06_fKS8A8c/s1600/bombshells.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AQQviqNI/AAAAAAAADqY/A06_fKS8A8c/s1600/bombshells.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Bombshells come in all shapes and sizes - and all chose Halloween themed costumes and songs to strip to. Mixed with the Bombshells were performances by The Dead Man's Carnival.&amp;nbsp; For a woman whose lil black heart truly is warmed by go-go dancing from the 60's, this was a show that rocked my Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I can't find the gnarly cool poster they had for the Halloween show - but here's an advert featuring the upcoming Christmas show at the Times.&amp;nbsp; And believe me, girls and boys, Mama will be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_ATE62u-I/AAAAAAAADqc/Nuf0IRy0nhI/s1600/brew+city+bombshells.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_ATE62u-I/AAAAAAAADqc/Nuf0IRy0nhI/s320/brew+city+bombshells.png" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my Halloween morning - I have a 'Must' list of films that I love and need to watch every October.&amp;nbsp; I'd already watched House on Haunted Hill earlier in the month, and Abbott and Costello the day before - so I got up early Sunday morning and managed to get in a couple before football started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My double feature consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AVuDTHWI/AAAAAAAADqk/cKoIU3waGKo/s1600/trickrtreat2008poster.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AVuDTHWI/AAAAAAAADqk/cKoIU3waGKo/s320/trickrtreat2008poster.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which is a new addition to my list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AUUpROtI/AAAAAAAADqg/q6V1SsqYEvE/s1600/halloween3b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AUUpROtI/AAAAAAAADqg/q6V1SsqYEvE/s320/halloween3b.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause it ain't Halloween if Tom Atkins isn't in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did fairly well for spending so much time away from home this year and being so dang busy. Other films that I usually like to watch are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Frankenstein (although I am seeing the Broadway musical version tomorrow night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride of the Monster or Plan 9 From Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Monster Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Howling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure there's others I'm forgetting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a pretty event filled October - if not a great one for blogging. I will be going back to my favorite blogs, however, and catching up on my favorites and am looking forward to everyone's October adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And - I SWEAR TO GOD pictures really are forthcoming. I did manage to download some pictures on another computer - although mine have still not made it yet. I have completely given up on using my laptop to accomplish this anymore. Mama needs a new computer for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND- to all three of you who entered the contest - Guess what, I've decided to just give you all a print. Thanks for taking the time to enter.&amp;nbsp; Jinx, please post your email in the comments - I won't publish it - and the other two I'll be emailing you for your addresses.&amp;nbsp; JL, I'll need your address as well because I don't know if I have the most recent one. It'll take me a couple weeks to get them mailed out - I have a jacked up work schedule coming up - but you all should get them by the end of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had an outstanding Halloween - here's to finishing the rest of the year happy and healthy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AQQviqNI/AAAAAAAADqY/A06_fKS8A8c/s1600/bombshells.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-5415295746605780768?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/5415295746605780768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=5415295746605780768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5415295746605780768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5415295746605780768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-last-post-halloween-blast-zombie.html' title='One Last Post Halloween Blast: Zombie Puppets, Nekkid Ladies and Double Feature Halloween Morning Slam'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TM_AXC-OJ-I/AAAAAAAADqo/ADYcNjFh_Ck/s72-c/oriental-show-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1990540767832892760</id><published>2010-10-31T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:26:45.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty Four: Islands of Adventure:, or The Harry Potter Experience</title><content type='html'>As I said in the previous post, I'd never been to Islands of Adventure before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdC7h32M6I/AAAAAAAADrw/EdP2-MnlF7w/s1600/DSCN1151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdC7h32M6I/AAAAAAAADrw/EdP2-MnlF7w/s320/DSCN1151.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDDxQYgSI/AAAAAAAADr0/EDvGFiu-FxA/s1600/DSCN1159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDDxQYgSI/AAAAAAAADr0/EDvGFiu-FxA/s320/DSCN1159.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Harry Potter fan, and I was really looking forward to this part of the trip.&amp;nbsp; This part of the park opened last summer, and it's still very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on Sunday and again on Monday, thinking that Monday would be the slower day - which is exactly what everyone else was thinking, apparently. We ended up not spending a lot of time there because it was so damn crowded.&amp;nbsp; Instead, we spent our day having lunch at the Mykonos cafe and watching a talking fountain mess with small children. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdPWLCAMUI/AAAAAAAADtc/HQug6wICrLk/s1600/IMG_7276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdPWLCAMUI/AAAAAAAADtc/HQug6wICrLk/s320/IMG_7276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdPrKRfzHI/AAAAAAAADtg/P_gvZzzFfes/s1600/IMG_7278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdPrKRfzHI/AAAAAAAADtg/P_gvZzzFfes/s320/IMG_7278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did get to see most of it on Sunday. We didn't ride the dragon rollercoaster, but we did go on the main ride - and hands down, it's the best ride I've EVER been on. Yes. Best ride EVER. Bear in mind the P. Cash did not think so - he thought it was a very well done ride, but is not a fan of rides that are simulated. This ride is part roller coaster and part simulation, and I absolutely loved it. I used to ride EVERYTHING when i was a kid, but I've found that I don't enjoy anything that goes upside down anymore or things that have really steep drops.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I've become a huge pussy. True Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQqRU0e9I/AAAAAAAADtw/8lqeRwzqmgI/s1600/IMG_6964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQqRU0e9I/AAAAAAAADtw/8lqeRwzqmgI/s320/IMG_6964.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdP_D-yEbI/AAAAAAAADtk/PRpbVzeqbq0/s1600/IMG_7262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once the newness dies down a little, and a bit fewer people aren't making from pilgrimages all over the world - it'll be a great place to spend the day. We did manage to eat at Three Broomsticks, try some Butterbeer (yum) and do most other things but for the most part, getting around in the stores and in the streets was slow and required a good amount of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdM6ocKIjI/AAAAAAAADtY/h28JUHOZqt4/s1600/IMG_7243+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdM6ocKIjI/AAAAAAAADtY/h28JUHOZqt4/s320/IMG_7243+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdK7onoNUI/AAAAAAAADs0/4Sthku9ZtBM/s1600/IMG_7038+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdK7onoNUI/AAAAAAAADs0/4Sthku9ZtBM/s320/IMG_7038+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdP_D-yEbI/AAAAAAAADtk/PRpbVzeqbq0/s1600/IMG_7262.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdP_D-yEbI/AAAAAAAADtk/PRpbVzeqbq0/s320/IMG_7262.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh HELLS no that BEEYOTCH&amp;nbsp; in the front row is not gonna sleep through MY show&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to pack a couple of other scary incidences in the trip that I didn't even have to pay extra for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up once in the middle of the night and managed to get my legs over the side of the bed - I'm assuming I either needed a drink of water or to use the bathroom - but I never got any further than that. Instead, I apparently fell back asleep sitting up on the edge of the bed - and if that wasn't freaky enough, I also woke up rocking back and forth slightly.&amp;nbsp; Just my own little version of Paranormal Activity.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get back in bed fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that our bathroom floor at the hotel was massively slippery when wet - and almost did a huge wipe out all over it after the P Cash forgot to warn me about the water all over the floor. Thankfully I caught myself and only jammed a thumb - accompanied by the rest of my vacation flashing before my eyes - one of those moments when you just &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;without a doubt that you've just avoided a trip to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to pack a few scares into the trip that I didn't even have to pay extra for!&lt;br /&gt;And that's my last October post - but I've got about three more posts I'd like to do regarding how I spent the last couple days of the month featuring zombie puppets, burlesque, and how I packed my favorite movies of the season in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unusual October for me - I didn't do about half of the normal things I usually do for the month - but I did get to do something that I've wanted to do for at least the last ten years. I'm glad I did it and it was worth it - but I also enjoy my regular traditions and I kind of missed them - even though the tradeoff was worth it, and I think I still got enough of my usual thing to have it feel like Halloween - even if for about a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also add pictures to these posts - and announce the winner of the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1990540767832892760?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1990540767832892760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1990540767832892760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1990540767832892760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1990540767832892760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-twenty-four-islands-of-adventure-or.html' title='Day Twenty Four: Islands of Adventure:, or The Harry Potter Experience'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdC7h32M6I/AAAAAAAADrw/EdP2-MnlF7w/s72-c/DSCN1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6323766072098477475</id><published>2010-10-31T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:31:20.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios</title><content type='html'>I miss King Kong. I do. I found out shortly before we left for our vacation that the King Kong ride was no longer a part of&amp;nbsp; Universal. I don't know when they took it down - I'm pretty The Mummy roller coaster took its place - but I was really bummed to find out I wasn't going to be able to ride it and I had a little bit of nostalgia when I came out of The Mummy and realized that it used to come out into the King Kong themed store - and unless I'm crazy, there was a place you could pose for a picture inside Kong's hand.&amp;nbsp; The Mummy ride was fun, but it would have been great to be terrorized by Kong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Universal Orlando about fifteen years ago - and only about a half dozen of the rides and shows were the same. Also, Islands of Adventure wasn't even there - I remember the signs for the upcoming Jurassic Park ride - so this was my first trip there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Universal still has Jaws - fun, although it's showing its age- the Beetlejuice show, and the Horror Makeup Effects Show - which is a lot of fun. Even the P.Cash agreed that it was one of the best things at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdHythB8ZI/AAAAAAAADsM/JgE0Q9ao8iQ/s1600/IMG_6650.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdHythB8ZI/AAAAAAAADsM/JgE0Q9ao8iQ/s320/IMG_6650.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQLQWyvRI/AAAAAAAADto/dGt9diGw7u4/s1600/IMG_6543+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQYMrzsvI/AAAAAAAADts/lQRfCda6TX4/s1600/IMG_6544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIs3fo0HI/AAAAAAAADsc/XHuRkm3Z0Dc/s1600/IMG_6699+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIs3fo0HI/AAAAAAAADsc/XHuRkm3Z0Dc/s320/IMG_6699+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuttin' on Grandma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monster Cafe is still there - it was closed down during the day and open during HHH - I'm not sure why, since they didn't do anything special with it at night. I did go on purpose and had a soda, just so I could see inside and hang out. There was an old horror movie playing on the screens and there are a few old movie posters. When I was there years ago, Frankenstein was wandering around, doing his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQLQWyvRI/AAAAAAAADto/dGt9diGw7u4/s1600/IMG_6543+-+Copy.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQLQWyvRI/AAAAAAAADto/dGt9diGw7u4/s320/IMG_6543+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQYMrzsvI/AAAAAAAADts/lQRfCda6TX4/s1600/IMG_6544.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdQYMrzsvI/AAAAAAAADts/lQRfCda6TX4/s320/IMG_6544.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;The Alfred Hitchcock movie/interactive experience and the facade of The Psycho House (why??????) are gone, as is the Ghostbusters show. There are some other changes, but those are the biggest horror related ones that I noticed. I loved Universal the first time I went, and I still think it's a great park.&amp;nbsp; I was just disappointed to find that so many things that I enjoyed the first time were gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6323766072098477475?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6323766072098477475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6323766072098477475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6323766072098477475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6323766072098477475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/universal-studios.html' title='Universal Studios'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdHythB8ZI/AAAAAAAADsM/JgE0Q9ao8iQ/s72-c/IMG_6650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1041503466540805458</id><published>2010-10-31T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:12:31.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Horror Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TMjh4ARKiZI/AAAAAAAADqU/L7n7yqYuCVU/s1600/horror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TMjh4ARKiZI/AAAAAAAADqU/L7n7yqYuCVU/s1600/horror.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first scary thing I encountered in Orlando happened before I even got in the park - and that was trying to figure out what tickets to buy and in what kind of package.&amp;nbsp; I ended up buying a frequent fear pass for HHH - which meant we could have went any Wed, Thurs, or Sun during the entire run. A more expensive pass was available that included Fri or Sat nights as well, but since everything I heard and read prior to going said the weekend nights were crazy, we decided that we'd avoid those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even buy tickets before we left because the whole thing was so confusing that I got paranoid that I'd buy the wrong thing for the wrong times - but a very nice and experienced person in our hotel was a huge help and steered us in the right direction. We also bought a four day pass to Universal Studios/Islands of Adventure, since it was only an additional $5.00 to upgrade from a four day to a three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk more about Universal in another post - and the horror related things they have during the day - every day of the year - at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHH had six haunted houses, six 'scare zones', two live shows - in addition to a handful of regular rides that were open. I would have liked to have ridden Jaws at night - but it really took us all of two nights just to do what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Grandma Firefly is the Queen of HHH - she goes every year - I took advice from her and also paid the extra $$ for the fast pass - which allows you to skip ahead of the lines - and believe me, even on a Wednesday night, they were amazingly long. However, most of them said a half hour wait - if that's true, I can't imagine how long they were on weekend nights. So we focused on the haunted houses that first night, which were spread over the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took pretty much all of that first night to cover those houses - we didn't see any shows and missed most of the scare zones so we could take advantage of the fast pass and see all of the houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the houses was a tribute to the first 20 years of HHH - this one was jam packed with all kinds of great props and while it looked really cool - this was the last house I made it to, and, honestly I was too exhausted to really enjoy it. I wish I'd started on this side of the park and went the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the other five, there was one haunted house called The Orfanage (sp) that we thought did a good job on creating a creepy ambiance using props, music, sound effects, and costuming.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise - I thought the haunted houses were all very similar - and an awful lot of walking to keep repeating the same experience over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the scare zones were a lot more fun - and we literally spent hours in them, hanging&amp;nbsp; out, having a drink, and watching the actors do their thing.&amp;nbsp; Zombie Gras was probably my favorite - and I really do have some pictures - I'm just having a terrible time downloading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie Gras had a float sitting off to one side, mardi gras music playing, and it was as the title suggested - Mardi Gras given over to the walking dead. Zombie musicians, partiers and more than a few dead clowns stumbled around, growled, played with body parts, and terrorized people walking through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdB15MUM6I/AAAAAAAADrI/jh7ba11CrBc/s1600/DSCN1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdB15MUM6I/AAAAAAAADrI/jh7ba11CrBc/s320/DSCN1106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdB8ZjIlGI/AAAAAAAADrM/xLqXlGPV02g/s1600/DSCN1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdB8ZjIlGI/AAAAAAAADrM/xLqXlGPV02g/s320/DSCN1107.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCCuXKR8I/AAAAAAAADrQ/Ly43M4kCwdM/s1600/DSCN1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCCuXKR8I/AAAAAAAADrQ/Ly43M4kCwdM/s320/DSCN1109.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCIx3z8MI/AAAAAAAADrU/lO5ecrjudtg/s1600/DSCN1112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCIx3z8MI/AAAAAAAADrU/lO5ecrjudtg/s320/DSCN1112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIEb-x6YI/AAAAAAAADsQ/c0rXfgydOsk/s1600/IMG_6673+-+Copy+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIEb-x6YI/AAAAAAAADsQ/c0rXfgydOsk/s320/IMG_6673+-+Copy+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCOOEi-RI/AAAAAAAADrY/AsG6wPlassA/s1600/DSCN1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCULo7LHI/AAAAAAAADrc/l9Ib2oP5uh4/s1600/DSCN1114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCULo7LHI/AAAAAAAADrc/l9Ib2oP5uh4/s320/DSCN1114.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCZ8W2BSI/AAAAAAAADrg/q9P0UWepuqU/s1600/DSCN1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCZ8W2BSI/AAAAAAAADrg/q9P0UWepuqU/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDj4kCKbI/AAAAAAAADsA/O07MXuO9qdc/s1600/DSCN1184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other scare zones had an area where monsters from years past and present (representing the last twenty years) wandered around and terrorized guests.&amp;nbsp; One particular monster - a pig demon guy dressed in overalls - decided he'd make me one of his personal favorites one night. On the second night I was there, I went through this section about three or four times, and every time I did, this guy would stop what he was doing, point at me and then stalk me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdMa0yZ7II/AAAAAAAADtQ/FOVttzwjXA0/s1600/IMG_7211+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdMa0yZ7II/AAAAAAAADtQ/FOVttzwjXA0/s320/IMG_7211+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, he is pointing at ME.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny considering the week before we went to Orlando, the P. Cash and I were driving around Milwaukee late at night, looking at houses for sale, and drove by one that I remarked looked like 'Jodi the pig demon was probably sitting up there, rocking the night away in her little chair'.&amp;nbsp; Of course he didn't get it, but anyone of a certain age will probably get that reference from the original Amityville Horror.&amp;nbsp; At this time in my life, I think the Lutzes were probably running more from a mortgage they couldn't afford, but the idea of Jodi the pig demon in her rocking chair will always give me the heebie jeebies. Add to that seeing Motel Hell at an impressionable age, and you've got enough to have Mr Pig Demon Dude stalking me to make me more than just a little freaked out.&amp;nbsp; So thank you, Mr Pig Demon guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdMa0yZ7II/AAAAAAAADtQ/FOVttzwjXA0/s1600/IMG_7211+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdMLu6MmlI/AAAAAAAADtM/Soq-9GclhfE/s1600/IMG_7194+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdMLu6MmlI/AAAAAAAADtM/Soq-9GclhfE/s320/IMG_7194+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdLw9s7tJI/AAAAAAAADtE/lynbFzk1XBE/s1600/IMG_7181+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdLw9s7tJI/AAAAAAAADtE/lynbFzk1XBE/s320/IMG_7181+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdLjJETYoI/AAAAAAAADtA/DZMx4ojPrVM/s1600/IMG_7167+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdLjJETYoI/AAAAAAAADtA/DZMx4ojPrVM/s320/IMG_7167+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIe7GZAuI/AAAAAAAADsY/BfBsWh9y0f4/s1600/IMG_6692+-+Copy+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIe7GZAuI/AAAAAAAADsY/BfBsWh9y0f4/s320/IMG_6692+-+Copy+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIRmJ0r_I/AAAAAAAADsU/lVaxTkm9ryk/s1600/IMG_6685+-+Copy+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdIRmJ0r_I/AAAAAAAADsU/lVaxTkm9ryk/s320/IMG_6685+-+Copy+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDNLGzw4I/AAAAAAAADr4/h87T-oQM2Bk/s1600/DSCN1162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDNLGzw4I/AAAAAAAADr4/h87T-oQM2Bk/s320/DSCN1162.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdMqYX1d3I/AAAAAAAADtU/jdzNlg4J99w/s1600/IMG_7212+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes and the actors that were in the other scare zones -a creepy, dark, foggy area filled with witches both ugly and beautiful - and a kind of day glo Day of the Dead -did a terrific job.&amp;nbsp; And if you don't like being chased by men with chainsaws, well, then consider yourself warned- because that is one thing that the park definitely doesn't skimp on&amp;nbsp; - and when I can not only download my own pictures, but access P. Cash's as well, I'll showcase some of my favorites in all of these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDj4kCKbI/AAAAAAAADsA/O07MXuO9qdc/s1600/DSCN1184.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdDj4kCKbI/AAAAAAAADsA/O07MXuO9qdc/s320/DSCN1184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed the Bill and Ted's Adventure show - more of a comedy thing making fun of pop culture and celebrities - and the Magic show.&amp;nbsp; Had I known that the Magic show featured two different shows, I would have went to both. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until we actually saw the show - which was the last one we could attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdL98l88zI/AAAAAAAADtI/I81YVYSlptg/s1600/IMG_7191+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdL98l88zI/AAAAAAAADtI/I81YVYSlptg/s320/IMG_7191+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm glad I finally got to see and do this - I was slightly disappointed in the haunted houses - I think I'd have been fine with maybe just going through half of them - but I also realize that Universal has to get people through these houses fairly quickly - and so that limits what they can do and how interactive they can make them.&amp;nbsp; The big houses I used to go to in Flint as a kid were long (they took about an hour to go through them) and also followed a storyline and used lots of actors and made you completely stop in certain rooms so they could terrorize you and bring you into the story.&amp;nbsp; These lines are amazingly long as it is - if they slowed down the amount of time it too to go through them, people would spend most of the night in line and not get to see a lot of the park - which would be very frustrating considering you're paying one price for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdLVM63v1I/AAAAAAAADs8/KGe7vyWM_cA/s1600/IMG_7161+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdLVM63v1I/AAAAAAAADs8/KGe7vyWM_cA/s320/IMG_7161+-+Copy+-+Copy.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And - unless you're young, full of energy, and walking all day and night doesn't tire you out, it's REALLY tough to go to the park all day and then go back and do HHH till midnight. So pace yourself accordingly. We only did two nights - although we could have done another one with the pass - it was the same price as buying two nights individually, so we didn't lose out on any money - AND with the pass, we were also able to choose which night to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OE6CPAPxToM"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a short video on YouTube showcasing the scare zones.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCOOEi-RI/AAAAAAAADrY/AsG6wPlassA/s1600/DSCN1113.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TNdCOOEi-RI/AAAAAAAADrY/AsG6wPlassA/s320/DSCN1113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What you see just before they get you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1041503466540805458?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1041503466540805458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1041503466540805458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1041503466540805458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1041503466540805458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-horror-nights.html' title='Halloween Horror Nights'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TMjh4ARKiZI/AAAAAAAADqU/L7n7yqYuCVU/s72-c/horror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-387673856913343009</id><published>2010-10-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:01:50.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Contest , Zombie Puppets, and Pretty Much Everything Else</title><content type='html'>Hi, we're home and I'd really LOVE to post some pictures from my trip - but once again my computer does not want to cooperate and download anything.....so hopefully I'll be able to use another computer to get that done so I can get to some blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to change the rules of the contest - due to, ahem, really low response - if you want to enter, then just leave a comment in that post. Or this one. Or whatever. Believe me, at this point, barring some major onslaught of entries - you've got a pretty good shot. So in that vein, if you really don't want it - don't enter, because chances are good you'll end up with it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say about my trip and what was good (and what wasn't) and I think we got some good shots of the festivities and the parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to work, but I am glad to be home. I missed my cats and my Autumn Wisconsin weather. We had a long hot summer and I was all, 'Enough already with the sunshine and the hot and the bright already!'.&amp;nbsp; I just wasn't far enough away from summer yet to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that I can make this a yearly tradition and seek out some new Halloween Haunt every year to try - when I was a kid - and we lived far away from EVERYTHING - we always made excursions out to other places in the state to go on haunted hay rides, Haunted houses, you name it. I'll talk more about that when I blog about the haunted houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Milwaukee, I thought I'd be in seventh heaven, finally living in a big city around Halloween time - but the truth of it is - we seem to have a dearth of good Halloween options in this town. Unless I'm just looking in the wrong places, the things I have tried are just well, okay. (With the KILLER exception of the Night of the Living Dead Zombie Puppet Show going on tomorrow night, of course!). I did find a great haunted asylum a few years ago on the South side but I haven't seen them since so I'm assuming they never reopened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year i watched the Travel Channel's specials on the Best Haunts in America - great specials that made me want to visit all of these places around the country. I also found out that the Detroit area has the most haunted houses/attractions in October per capita (or something like that, anyway, there's A LOT) so that probably accounts for my disappointment upon moving to Milwaukee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wuz spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - there is a great website on &lt;a href="http://americasbesthaunts.com/"&gt;America's Best Haunts&lt;/a&gt; - and I'm happy to say that Wisconsin did make the top 20 this year - although this place is not in Milwaukee. It may, however, end up being my Halloween destination next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisconsinfeargrounds.com/"&gt;Wisconsin FearGrounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the promo for the NOLD:TPS at the Oriental tomorrow night. Can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUfIaKALyXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" style="height: 300px; width: 535px;" title="JoomlaWorks AllVideos Player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUfIaKALyXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#010101"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a very cool article can be found online &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/entertainment/105733543.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-387673856913343009?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/387673856913343009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=387673856913343009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/387673856913343009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/387673856913343009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-on-contest-and-pretty-much.html' title='Update on Contest , Zombie Puppets, and Pretty Much Everything Else'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-2189208436854475239</id><published>2010-10-19T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:58:02.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nineteen: We Made It</title><content type='html'>And I'm kind of surprised.....there was about ten minutes when I was sure we were going to miss our flight. As much as I planned for this, there's always things you can't anticipate - and a couple of those almost waylaid us too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we made the flight -and of course, the advantage to running behind is that you don't have to wait to board or to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, if you don't mind the panic attack, high blood pressure, and headache that go along with it, I wholeheartedly recommend it as a way of travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made a last minute decision to rent a car, went to the wrong hotel, and of course we only had two hours of sleep last night. Which meant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) By the time we made it to the right hotel, it didn't make any sense to go Universal today; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) By about 330 pm I was completely and totally exhausted - a feeling which was accompanied by the&amp;nbsp; distinct sensation that I was leaving my body. It was simultaneously scary, giddy, and kind of interesting all at once. I napped for a couple hours and woke up feeling like I was oriented&amp;nbsp; back into the mortal coil again. Of course, that wore off, and I'm verging on crashing in front of this - so I'm going to sign off for now and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to eat lunch at a great Chinese place while we were waiting for our room to be ready, and had a nice late night dinner at Fish Bones a couple of hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL52lFxiT7I/AAAAAAAADqI/Vf_rjHkv1hw/s1600/fbsl_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL52lFxiT7I/AAAAAAAADqI/Vf_rjHkv1hw/s320/fbsl_4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we've both just been napping and trying to prepare/map out our plan of attack for the week...I'll post as I can and hopefully there'll be more pictures. Unfortunately there were none today since I didn't want to add anything new to my camera until I was sure what was on there was going to come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Wednesday - even though I thought I was going to float away today, it beats the HELL out of work. So freakin' glad to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-2189208436854475239?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/2189208436854475239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=2189208436854475239&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/2189208436854475239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/2189208436854475239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-nineteen-we-made-it.html' title='Day Nineteen: We Made It'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL52lFxiT7I/AAAAAAAADqI/Vf_rjHkv1hw/s72-c/fbsl_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-9183131053027102090</id><published>2010-10-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:09:40.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighteen: Contest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL5i-xY_zlI/AAAAAAAADqE/d-pVNrHJ6Lw/s1600/DSCN1087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, evidently I had to travel about 1200 miles away from my home to FINALLY&amp;nbsp; be able to get some time to post on my contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer in Milwaukee refused to download my photos, but my notebook is actually&amp;nbsp; behaving very well here in Orlando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize is a print of a watercolor painting I recently did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL5i-xY_zlI/AAAAAAAADqE/d-pVNrHJ6Lw/s1600/DSCN1087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL5i-xY_zlI/AAAAAAAADqE/d-pVNrHJ6Lw/s400/DSCN1087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the quality - I had to photograph the painting (and didn't do a great job) since I don't have a scanner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen The Brain Eaters (1958) and apparently, it's not available on DVD at the moment. But I needed a black and white photo for an exercise in my painting class, and when I found this, I used a black and white version to create my own version.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would never sell this, of course, since it's obviously just an art exercise using someone else's work - but I can &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; a print away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also considering using this technique to create some original work - but of course time is a huge factor - and while I'm still at my current job (please, Jebus, not for too much longer!!) then that may hamper my efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise was to paint this picture using only two colors. I cheated a little bit and put a touch of pink and yellow in it. But the rest of the painting was done using only two other colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter the contest, you can do one of two things:&lt;br /&gt;1) Guess which colors I used and guess correctly - I'll take very generic color names. Pink and yellow do not count, since I already named them, obviously.&amp;nbsp; I'll also tell you that 'white' is not an answer - any white on the painting is just unpainted background. But you have to get both correct, which gets you an entry into the contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Post a link to my contest on your blog and post that link in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do both and you'll get two entries in the contest.&amp;nbsp; I will then draw one winner from those entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moderate the comments, so I won't be posting them until I pick the winner of the contest on October 31st.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As I mentioned in a later post, you can enter the contest just by leaving a comment.&amp;nbsp; However, either guessing the correct colors or posting a link will get you additional entries* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-9183131053027102090?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/9183131053027102090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=9183131053027102090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/9183131053027102090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/9183131053027102090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-eighteen-contest.html' title='Day Eighteen: Contest!!!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TL5i-xY_zlI/AAAAAAAADqE/d-pVNrHJ6Lw/s72-c/DSCN1087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8761221805648520083</id><published>2010-10-18T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:18:27.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventeen: Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLv0qqHKY0I/AAAAAAAADqA/QktNQGJX-oM/s1600/technical-difficulties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLv0qqHKY0I/AAAAAAAADqA/QktNQGJX-oM/s320/technical-difficulties.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as good as Mama's intentions were and as much as I tried to  plan in advance, it turns out that working 50 hours a week, planning for  a vacation, and trying not to lose my damn mind are not very conducive  to blogging every day.&amp;nbsp; I've been sort of bummed about it - I did manage  to blog every day last year and I had a blast. I was even in graduate  school last year - so imagining that I'm even busier now then I was then  is kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get too down - because  this year I get to do what I've wanted to for YEARS and that's go to  Universal Studios Horror Nights in Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going  to attempt to blog from down there - they may be short posts but I'll  try to do updates as I can - providing the Wi-fi works well and I can  wrestle the lap top away from Papa Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also going to start the contest tonight, but I'm having HUGE technical difficulties, so I'll attempt again tomorrow to download what I need to download.&amp;nbsp; Also I'm discovering in the last week that Mama REALLY needs a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8761221805648520083?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8761221805648520083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8761221805648520083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8761221805648520083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8761221805648520083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-seventeen-delays.html' title='Day Seventeen: Delays'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLv0qqHKY0I/AAAAAAAADqA/QktNQGJX-oM/s72-c/technical-difficulties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-5894768069106355966</id><published>2010-10-17T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:13:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourteen: Ghost Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvlH6i9RjI/AAAAAAAADp8/51ZA4RW5Ymg/s1600/ghost-hunters-by-window1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've talked about my love for the Ghost Hunter guys many times, especially on my other (neglected) blog, &lt;a href="http://oldspookyhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Old Spooky House&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But I'm not the only nutcase responsible for that blog, so I can at least do the American thing and blame other people for it. (Hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvlH6i9RjI/AAAAAAAADp8/51ZA4RW5Ymg/s1600/ghost-hunters-by-window1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvlH6i9RjI/AAAAAAAADp8/51ZA4RW5Ymg/s320/ghost-hunters-by-window1.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were also here in Milwaukee last night, and I wasn't there.....sigh....just too much going on recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also talked (or drooled) about my crush, Josh Gates, from Destination Truth, on that blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvif57bDDI/AAAAAAAADpw/TMeZgzhQDMQ/s1600/joshgates.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a destination for you, Mister......It's called MAH BEDROOM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvif57bDDI/AAAAAAAADpw/TMeZgzhQDMQ/s1600/joshgates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, however, I have neglected to mention these dudes very much - and maybe it's because I'm slightly embarrassed to admit my fondness for this show. Then I realized that it totally belongs in my huge stack of other guilty pleasures, like Road House, Showgirls, American Idol, and any VH-1 show that features slutty drunk women competing for some washed up recording star. (What happened to those shows, btw??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dudes, my friends, are my guilty ghost-hunting pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvks-8z0LI/AAAAAAAADp4/pETl-Z2GzxM/s1600/large_Zak_Bagans_Ghost_Adventures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvks-8z0LI/AAAAAAAADp4/pETl-Z2GzxM/s320/large_Zak_Bagans_Ghost_Adventures.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart ghost hunting shows (I even have my own K-2 meter - all the ghost nerds will know what I mean) and I can't say I would recommend the Ghost Adventure guys methods, or even that I believe all of their results.&amp;nbsp; (They find something every single time????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something that is so all-fired craaaaazy about how they go into a completely dark place, get locked in, and start calling the ghosts out.&amp;nbsp; And these dudes don't even stop there, they invite the nasty stuff, the demons, the what have you, to get up all in their faces, and at least one of them has to fight off a mini- possession at least every other show.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even think I believe in that stuff.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - it's the National Inquirer version of paranormal research. And I'm sure that what they do makes the other guys who have a more systematic and well, reserved, method of research want to hold their heads and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something about watching these three get locked down, even though you can pretty much predict what will happen.&amp;nbsp; We have our&amp;nbsp; 'Oh Chick, Chick-Chick-CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK' guy who provides the scared reactions(Fans of a certain comedy team will get that one), we have the guy who's kind of in the middle as far as reactions and provocations, and then we have Zach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvigep867I/AAAAAAAADp0/1WAf-dQhUz0/s320/ghost_ss_stanley-hotel_001_596x334.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't decide if this guy is sexy or just insane.....or maybe both.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvigep867I/AAAAAAAADp0/1WAf-dQhUz0/s1600/ghost_ss_stanley-hotel_001_596x334.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who likes to yell and intimidate the ghosts into giving him paranormal evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone has to fight off possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't even BELIEVE in possession.&amp;nbsp; (I believe more in the influence of our own minds) but I can't say I secretly hope that one of these times, Zach's head will spin completely around and he'll spray green vomit all over his compadres. Which will then cause the poor man's Lou Costello to cry and pee his pants simultaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As silly as this show may feel at times, it's still more entertaining than the slew of remakes and sequels in the horror genre - at least you get some good spooky stories and history before their lock downs - and they do often revisit places they've gone to before. They also have some of the weirdest equipment out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're home on a Friday night and have nothing better to do, tune in the Ghost Adventure boys and watch Zach and his crazy hair yell at dead people in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-5894768069106355966?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/5894768069106355966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=5894768069106355966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5894768069106355966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5894768069106355966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-fourteen-ghost-adventures.html' title='Day Fourteen: Ghost Adventures'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLvlH6i9RjI/AAAAAAAADp8/51ZA4RW5Ymg/s72-c/ghost-hunters-by-window1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6163180396667964528</id><published>2010-10-17T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:33:15.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirteen:  Dark Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrcgL1RHiI/AAAAAAAADps/4VGxEEktv0s/s1600/logo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrcgL1RHiI/AAAAAAAADps/4VGxEEktv0s/s1600/logo.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I said a couple of days ago, I started using scented oils instead of candles. One of the best places I've ever bought oils is &lt;a href="http://www.darkcandles.com/"&gt;Dark Candles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do the bottles look great and have fantastic artwork, the oils smell AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrceBoKNMI/AAAAAAAADpo/PuahVcWcZIM/s1600/oilscat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrceBoKNMI/AAAAAAAADpo/PuahVcWcZIM/s320/oilscat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my favorites are Dracula, Corpse, and Haunted House.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6163180396667964528?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6163180396667964528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6163180396667964528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6163180396667964528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6163180396667964528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-thirteen-dark-candles.html' title='Day Thirteen:  Dark Candles'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrcgL1RHiI/AAAAAAAADps/4VGxEEktv0s/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-9089887376525035238</id><published>2010-10-17T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:09:22.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve: Society of Eclectic Halloween Artists Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="66" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrQgkOjJKI/AAAAAAAADpg/c5dp-8dMJ38/s400/GiveawayByrumArt.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the contest here at the &lt;a href="http://sehacreations.blogspot.com/2010/10/byrum-art-halloween-give-away.html"&gt;Society of Eclectic Halloween Artists Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is go to their blog and enter in the comments section. You can also post about the contest for an extra entry in the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the cool things you can win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrZUNz9mnI/AAAAAAAADpk/TzVH7AswQgM/s1600/HalloweenFright.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrZUNz9mnI/AAAAAAAADpk/TzVH7AswQgM/s320/HalloweenFright.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-9089887376525035238?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/9089887376525035238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=9089887376525035238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/9089887376525035238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/9089887376525035238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-twelve-society-of-eclectic.html' title='Day Twelve: Society of Eclectic Halloween Artists Blog'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLrQgkOjJKI/AAAAAAAADpg/c5dp-8dMJ38/s72-c/GiveawayByrumArt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3776413601188531477</id><published>2010-10-15T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:59:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven: Bat Scentbug</title><content type='html'>Just when I was doing so well......work came along and a few long days have totally knocked me off my schedule. For two nights in a row I've fallen asleep in front of my computer trying to work on Halloween posts. But TGIF, and I have a few things planned including Mama's first ever CONTEST!&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping to get caught up before we leave for vacation next week, and then post some things from Orlando....provided the Wi-Fi we're supposed to have works correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is one of my Halloween purchases this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLgGyzEVUDI/AAAAAAAADpY/eYwvqkbRB94/s1600/pBBW1-8154428v194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLgGyzEVUDI/AAAAAAAADpY/eYwvqkbRB94/s1600/pBBW1-8154428v194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's from &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=4300567&amp;amp;cp=4339910"&gt;Bath and Body&lt;/a&gt; and they also have new scents for October like Autumn, Caramel Apple, Pumpkin Patch and Autumn Apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped using scented candles about a year ago and switched over to oils. I usually use a warmer, but this one runs on batteries and a fan - the scent isn't as strong as the warmer, but it does a fairly good job in a small space.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The scent was strong enough to make my cat gag, anyway.&amp;nbsp; Nissa (Miss Glowing Eyes from Day One) is also Miss Sensitive (to food, strong odors, and change of any kind) and gags (yes, actually gags - it'd be funny if it weren't so pathetic) when she smells things like coffee, perfume, and now, Autumn Apple, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLgJToHyj9I/AAAAAAAADpc/zGl73ExBRXs/s1600/DSCN0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLgJToHyj9I/AAAAAAAADpc/zGl73ExBRXs/s320/DSCN0764.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a great advertising campaign for Bath and Body -&lt;br /&gt;Scentbugs....scents so strong they'll make your cats gag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's a bat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow......&lt;br /&gt;Mama F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3776413601188531477?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3776413601188531477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3776413601188531477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3776413601188531477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3776413601188531477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-eleven-bat-scentbug.html' title='Day Eleven: Bat Scentbug'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLgGyzEVUDI/AAAAAAAADpY/eYwvqkbRB94/s72-c/pBBW1-8154428v194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4469377432062037091</id><published>2010-10-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:55:52.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten:  Go Shopping</title><content type='html'>Go ahead, treat yourself. You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPpyswC7zI/AAAAAAAADpQ/f4SYo4r2er4/s1600/halloweenmovies-LandPage_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPpyswC7zI/AAAAAAAADpQ/f4SYo4r2er4/s1600/halloweenmovies-LandPage_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deepdiscount.com/halloween-movie-superstore/"&gt;Deep Discount's Horror Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4469377432062037091?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4469377432062037091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4469377432062037091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4469377432062037091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4469377432062037091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-ten-go-shopping.html' title='Day Ten:  Go Shopping'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPpyswC7zI/AAAAAAAADpQ/f4SYo4r2er4/s72-c/halloweenmovies-LandPage_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1569505599572544712</id><published>2010-10-11T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:56:41.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine: Rifftrax: House on Haunted Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPZ_xA9_AI/AAAAAAAADpI/jNqvwwaMY64/s1600/main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPZ_xA9_AI/AAAAAAAADpI/jNqvwwaMY64/s320/main.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart House on Haunted Hill.&amp;nbsp; It's one of the movies I watch every October.....so I thought I'd do the Rifftrax version this year. (BTW, all the Rifftrax discs come with the regular non-Rifftrax version of the film as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rifftrax version had its moments - I've only seen three Rifftrax films, with Plan 9 From Outer Space being my favorite so far. I'd have to put HoHH in 3rd place - just as MST3K had some movies that lent themselves better to the format than others, the same is true with these films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that maybe this doesn't work quite as well because House on Haunted Hill is actually a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; movie. Sure, there's moments to poke fun at, but to me, this is maybe the best William Castle film and one of my favorite Price films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have the delectable Carol Ohmart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPdWZk1trI/AAAAAAAADpM/zbOirc7LyWs/s1600/House-On-Haunted-Hill-photo-2-400x297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPdWZk1trI/AAAAAAAADpM/zbOirc7LyWs/s320/House-On-Haunted-Hill-photo-2-400x297.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Price are all kinds of scrumptious.&amp;nbsp; I wish they'd made at least one more film together.&amp;nbsp; She's also amazing in another one of my favorite films, Spider Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, in the set that I bought, the Rifftrax films came in at under five bucks each - that, with the original version of the film, is a pretty sweet deal. Otherwise, if you're considering buying some of these at full price, I'd hold off for a sale unless you don't already have a copy of this film and you are in all kinds of love with Mike Nelson. Then go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Mike Nelson. Apparently he turns 46 today - I had no idea until I read &lt;a href="http://thehalloweenblues.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Halloween Blues &lt;/a&gt;tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1569505599572544712?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1569505599572544712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1569505599572544712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1569505599572544712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1569505599572544712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-nine-rifftrax-house-on-haunted-hill.html' title='Day Nine: Rifftrax: House on Haunted Hill'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPZ_xA9_AI/AAAAAAAADpI/jNqvwwaMY64/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4301540611330730619</id><published>2010-10-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:34:00.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight: Black Devil Doll</title><content type='html'>what can I say about Black Devil Doll?&amp;nbsp; It's on par with Thankskilling - with titles like these, there's really only two responses.&amp;nbsp; Either you're rolling your eyes and wondering how our culture could stoop so low (in which case you're probably not reading this blog) or you're all, HELLS YEAH WHERE DO I SIGN UP????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPSdFoxc-I/AAAAAAAADpE/NroGijyp_MI/s1600/black+devil+doll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPSdFoxc-I/AAAAAAAADpE/NroGijyp_MI/s320/black+devil+doll.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what side Mama F falls on.&amp;nbsp; Yes, the side with the extra cheese, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Devil Doll begins with a killer being put to death in the electric chair - a killer responsible for murdering several women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a young woman with big boobies and nothing better to do decides to play around with an Ouija Board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNIIwh8hI/AAAAAAAADo0/CyMiCsHLDJw/s1600/bscap0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNIIwh8hI/AAAAAAAADo0/CyMiCsHLDJw/s320/bscap0003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wham, bam, before you know it, we have.......Black Devil Doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNKKznWiI/AAAAAAAADpA/s2yLbIWRbys/s1600/blackdevildoll1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNKKznWiI/AAAAAAAADpA/s2yLbIWRbys/s320/blackdevildoll1.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, things go okay between BDD and his new lady love. We know this because we have a montage showing us how in love they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPJTW2sscI/AAAAAAAADos/88AaIn_XEh8/s1600/black_devil_doll01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPJTW2sscI/AAAAAAAADos/88AaIn_XEh8/s320/black_devil_doll01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tell me, who doesn't love a montage - especially one that features a large breasted woman playing with her puppet boyfriend at the park?&amp;nbsp; But eventually BDD gets bored, and tells his woman to bring her friends over, because he needs something new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPJS_kK7SI/AAAAAAAADoo/Q0MYw_qxGPg/s1600/Black_Devil_doll_more.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPJS_kK7SI/AAAAAAAADoo/Q0MYw_qxGPg/s320/Black_Devil_doll_more.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except BDD has more in mind for these chicks besides lovin' (although he does that too, in just about every way you can imagine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNIkggPAI/AAAAAAAADo4/w3n547b9bIE/s1600/blackdevildoll5-743254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNIkggPAI/AAAAAAAADo4/w3n547b9bIE/s320/blackdevildoll5-743254.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, BDD is made to offend - it's sleazy, it's nasty, and it's also hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNJIGgigI/AAAAAAAADo8/Qm4wjzLHNRA/s1600/l_4504624f1ffb4e08af5bf83557b9a244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPNJIGgigI/AAAAAAAADo8/Qm4wjzLHNRA/s320/l_4504624f1ffb4e08af5bf83557b9a244.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of posts ago I mentioned that I waited months on an order from Deep Discount - and this movie was the one I was most pumped about. It didn't disappoint - it was just as nasty, tasteless, and as funny as I expected it would be.&amp;nbsp; Another bonus - a track you can play with the movie featuring the audience reaction at a screening. I thought that was great, and I'll definitely watch the movie again with that playing. There's also a commentary track featuring Black Devil Doll, but I haven't checked that out yet. Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4301540611330730619?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4301540611330730619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4301540611330730619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4301540611330730619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4301540611330730619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-eight-black-devil-doll.html' title='Day Eight: Black Devil Doll'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLPSdFoxc-I/AAAAAAAADpE/NroGijyp_MI/s72-c/black+devil+doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6204715704671951165</id><published>2010-10-10T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:41:20.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven: The Undertaker and His Pals</title><content type='html'>I woke up Saturday morning craving a cheese-tastic horror flick, and for my money (and short attention span), you can't do much better than this little film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCaGgWSAI/AAAAAAAADog/Om3dsqfPl1g/s1600/the-undertaker-and-his-pals-1966-usa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCaGgWSAI/AAAAAAAADog/Om3dsqfPl1g/s320/the-undertaker-and-his-pals-1966-usa.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a runtime of just about 60 minutes (!), Undertaker wastes no time getting to the red stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Sally Lamb, sitting at home, writing a letter (presumably to sailor boy in the photo on the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCFA6VIKI/AAAAAAAADnY/I7cEXDZr9Tg/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCFA6VIKI/AAAAAAAADnY/I7cEXDZr9Tg/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's attacked by three men in leather and motorcycle helmets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCRYw2cJI/AAAAAAAADn8/h0l8BGLKSAM/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCRYw2cJI/AAAAAAAADn8/h0l8BGLKSAM/s320/2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even sailor boy can't believe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCVPppxLI/AAAAAAAADoc/XS-SP78k4oM/s1600/even-he-can-t-believe-you-are-watching-this-movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCVPppxLI/AAAAAAAADoc/XS-SP78k4oM/s320/even-he-can-t-believe-you-are-watching-this-movie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCR_jkXfI/AAAAAAAADoA/nprXwBrG_hM/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCR_jkXfI/AAAAAAAADoA/nprXwBrG_hM/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out her attackers only want parts of her body.....hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCSONFj8I/AAAAAAAADoE/SVHK69DpSD8/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCSONFj8I/AAAAAAAADoE/SVHK69DpSD8/s320/4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Lamb is laid to rest at the local funeral home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCSnORAHI/AAAAAAAADoI/VWW_E7x4vt8/s320/5.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently they opted for the Divine funeral with the ever-popular 'Eyes-Open' feature&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCSnORAHI/AAAAAAAADoI/VWW_E7x4vt8/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her parents are incensed to find out that the $144.98 funeral they were promised is going to cost much, much more than that (thanks to all the 'extras' that were tacked on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKGMKH2ciI/AAAAAAAADok/Ex_nBm-HTHQ/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKGMKH2ciI/AAAAAAAADok/Ex_nBm-HTHQ/s320/6.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a local detective decides to take his secretary out for lunch at a local dive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCTlvzF2I/AAAAAAAADoQ/OhgAuvqHR8Q/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCTlvzF2I/AAAAAAAADoQ/OhgAuvqHR8Q/s320/7.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCUBYWkiI/AAAAAAAADoU/TwtqoR3qOcM/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCUBYWkiI/AAAAAAAADoU/TwtqoR3qOcM/s320/8.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only pointed out about a dozen times during this scene that the special is 'leg of lamb' and that a woman named Sally Lamb was murdered recently.&amp;nbsp; You know, in case, REALLY REALLY slow people are watching the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - the secretary's name is Miss Chicken, so you know she's probably not long for this world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCQ6z5JWI/AAAAAAAADn4/hN3GTBf38aM/s1600/chicken-lady-dies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCQ6z5JWI/AAAAAAAADn4/hN3GTBf38aM/s320/chicken-lady-dies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her boss and other police are investigating her murder, our slimy funeral owner shows up to sell his famous $144.98 funeral - well, the cost before any 'extras', of course.&amp;nbsp; But the detective fills out the contract bottom line for 144.98 - and tells the funeral owner no 'extras' are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCHfcTemI/AAAAAAAADno/ZP1lHioWxGw/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCHfcTemI/AAAAAAAADno/ZP1lHioWxGw/s320/13.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then then the slowest detective on the planet goes back to the restaurant to miss out on more huge clues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCF6BhnRI/AAAAAAAADnc/svLVWIbyUdA/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCF6BhnRI/AAAAAAAADnc/svLVWIbyUdA/s320/10.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any of this isn't completely obvious, the three killers are all profiting from the murders - with the restaurant owners serving up the murder victims, and the funeral owner making money burying the 'leftovers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Undertaker - it kind of has an HG Lewis / David Friedman kind of feel, but with a purposeful tongue in cheek attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, a movie that has pie fights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCGeEpDBI/AAAAAAAADng/bjl4JLrHSPk/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCGeEpDBI/AAAAAAAADng/bjl4JLrHSPk/s320/11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vats of acid - which are labeled 'ACID' so as to avoid any confusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCQHymWWI/AAAAAAAADnw/ERir_XEl1dg/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCQHymWWI/AAAAAAAADnw/ERir_XEl1dg/s320/15.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in what HAS to be the funniest scene in the movie (although I can't tell if this one is on purpose or not), the killers make what has to be the SLOWEST escape ever out of window after being walked in during a murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after they've literally taken their sweet time getting away, one of the women runs over to the window and pulls out a gun in the table nearby -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCHy7j_3I/AAAAAAAADns/8u46LmUGbnk/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCHy7j_3I/AAAAAAAADns/8u46LmUGbnk/s320/14.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ensues is the strangest, most hysterical bad dubbing of a gun firing that I've ever seen in my life - complete w bizarre hip thrusting by the young woman with the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and BTW, this is what a $144.98 funeral looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCG0cvtqI/AAAAAAAADnk/OB2ykTh6xDk/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCG0cvtqI/AAAAAAAADnk/OB2ykTh6xDk/s320/12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insanity is worth the price of admission - and btw, you shouldn't have to pay more than a few bucks for this movie. Mine cost a whole DOLLAR when I picked it up a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCQlJV28I/AAAAAAAADn0/gMgEDkgMRUk/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCQlJV28I/AAAAAAAADn0/gMgEDkgMRUk/s320/16.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wink-wink,&lt;br /&gt;Mama F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6204715704671951165?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6204715704671951165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6204715704671951165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6204715704671951165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6204715704671951165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-seven-undertaker-and-his-pals.html' title='Day Seven: The Undertaker and His Pals'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLKCaGgWSAI/AAAAAAAADog/Om3dsqfPl1g/s72-c/the-undertaker-and-his-pals-1966-usa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8094556640688746466</id><published>2010-10-10T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:17:41.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six: Rifftrax: Reefer Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJWEt9f6RI/AAAAAAAADnU/xVFcHcVhyGw/s1600/reefer_madness_banner_640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJWEt9f6RI/AAAAAAAADnU/xVFcHcVhyGw/s320/reefer_madness_banner_640.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime early last summer, Deep Discount ran their semi-annual 25% sale, and I ordered a Rifftrax box set of 10 movies, along with some other things. DD sent me half my order, and the rest was backordered....and backordered.....finally last week the rest of my order - which was this box set and a handful of other movies, arrived. (I think DD kind of wanted me to forget the order - they kept sending me emails saying they hoped to send it out in a couple weeks, but that I was more than welcome to cancel the rest of the order if I wanted to. I'm all, uh-uh bitches, I want my cheap-ass movies. I'll wait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJV4pxlRDI/AAAAAAAADnQ/lP-EUdzftkQ/s1600/riff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJV4pxlRDI/AAAAAAAADnQ/lP-EUdzftkQ/s320/riff.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended up coming at the perfect time - there's a couple October favorites in the mix.&amp;nbsp; But I started with Reefer Madness - somehow or another I have managed to never see this movie, and I thought it sounded like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJV14TVVNI/AAAAAAAADnM/svq8hZhs_UI/s1600/reefer+madness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJV14TVVNI/AAAAAAAADnM/svq8hZhs_UI/s320/reefer+madness.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reefer Madness wasn't quite what I expected - for some reason I thought it would have more of a documentary type feel - but Mike Nelson and co. made for an enjoyable funny evening. Otherwise I think this film would be interesting as a time capsule type of thing, but I don't think it's anything I would watch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rifftrax isn't quite Mystery Science Theater - but it's fun and in some ways, less intrusive than MST - fewer jokes and no silhouetted forms covering the screen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not that I mind that during MST - this is just a different format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall I went to a local theater to see Plan 9 on the big screen with the Rifftrax experience - in that format they frequently cut away to the Rifftrax gang live in the theater, doing their thing.&amp;nbsp; This format is quieter, more intimate - it's almost like having a couple of funny friends along to watch a movie with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I see Rifftrax will be doing the same thing this year with House on Haunted Hill - and I was set to go until I found that it was the same evening as the NOLD Puppet Show - and I think you all know where my loyalties lay in &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;regard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, boyeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I'm gonna go see zombie puppets at the Oriental that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8094556640688746466?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8094556640688746466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8094556640688746466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8094556640688746466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8094556640688746466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-rifftrax-reefer-madness.html' title='Day Six: Rifftrax: Reefer Madness'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLJWEt9f6RI/AAAAAAAADnU/xVFcHcVhyGw/s72-c/reefer_madness_banner_640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-49607688832362605</id><published>2010-10-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:07:59.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five: Awesome Halloween Box</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's technically day 9, but Mama had a hell of a week, so we've got some catching up to do. Never fear, I've been slavishly watching movies all day just for your benefit (I'm so selfless) so I'll be posting my reviews and other Halloween themed things I've discovered in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nice thing that happened yesterday was the delivery of a package I wasn't expecting (don't you love that!) from Grandma Firefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got was a little Halloween care package courtesy of Hallmark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLEUJhBPw2I/AAAAAAAADm4/9jgbV8Vhcfs/s1600/gcs_offersShop_monster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLEUJhBPw2I/AAAAAAAADm4/9jgbV8Vhcfs/s1600/gcs_offersShop_monster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLEUKAyk9EI/AAAAAAAADm8/OjHI1f_TJnM/s1600/gcs_hall_tp_so.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLEUKAyk9EI/AAAAAAAADm8/OjHI1f_TJnM/s320/gcs_hall_tp_so.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dancing Frankenstein was inside the cool Halloween box, that screamed when I opened it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice way to end a long week and a great start to my self imposed Hermit style weekend. It's my last one before I need to pack for my trip, so Mama is putting her feet up and indulging in movies that all kinds of bad for me....including one that's probably bad for everyone....but in a good way.....more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo,&lt;br /&gt;Mama Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-49607688832362605?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/49607688832362605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=49607688832362605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/49607688832362605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/49607688832362605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-five-awesome-halloween-box.html' title='Day Five: Awesome Halloween Box'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TLEUJhBPw2I/AAAAAAAADm4/9jgbV8Vhcfs/s72-c/gcs_offersShop_monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6976982644475853960</id><published>2010-10-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:09:14.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Krypt Kiddies</title><content type='html'>I think anyone who has hung around the Firefly Ranch for any length of time knows that Mama likes creepy dolls. I'd have a hard time topping the creepiness of Sam from Trick R Treat (currently haunting my bedroom) or my Zuni warrior from Trilogy of Terror (hanging out in the living room) but I think one of these could give them a run for the money:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKvzXJp3tgI/AAAAAAAADm0/_aLnxOgh0Uk/s320/Logo2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.kryptkiddies.com/"&gt;Krypt Kiddies&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they have some jacked up baby dolls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKvzBmbGOxI/AAAAAAAADmw/AkyRidj7qvk/s1600/Raven4Web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKvzBmbGOxI/AAAAAAAADmw/AkyRidj7qvk/s320/Raven4Web.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have some CRAZY looking clown dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKvzBKvT9HI/AAAAAAAADms/TK8e9UE-QMA/s1600/Snickersthb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKvzBKvT9HI/AAAAAAAADms/TK8e9UE-QMA/s1600/Snickersthb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you really want a treat, go to the website and look at the custom made babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6976982644475853960?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6976982644475853960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6976982644475853960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6976982644475853960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6976982644475853960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-four-krypt-kiddies.html' title='Day Four: Krypt Kiddies'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKvzXJp3tgI/AAAAAAAADm0/_aLnxOgh0Uk/s72-c/Logo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6934606693422889245</id><published>2010-10-04T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:30:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three : Buried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqhP5n4k1I/AAAAAAAADmo/-xhDF5InpwY/s1600/Buried-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqhP5n4k1I/AAAAAAAADmo/-xhDF5InpwY/s400/Buried-Poster.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the finale for the Milwaukee Film Festival last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew about this movie going in was:&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Reynolds.&lt;br /&gt;Buried Alive.&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone and Lighter included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly suggest if you're going to see this - and it opens in wide release next weekend - that you avoid knowing much else.&amp;nbsp; I think letting the events unfold in front of you (vs going into the movie knowing who he is, where he is, and how he got there) will make for a much richer movie experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried is not a fun movie to watch.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad I saw it, I'm happy I saw it at the venue I did, but it was NOT an enjoyable night at the movies. And I'll never watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for a recommendation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creeped the F**K out,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6934606693422889245?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6934606693422889245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6934606693422889245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6934606693422889245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6934606693422889245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-three-buried.html' title='Day Three : Buried'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqhP5n4k1I/AAAAAAAADmo/-xhDF5InpwY/s72-c/Buried-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-7205905788461546906</id><published>2010-10-04T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:43:04.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Blood Junkie</title><content type='html'>The Milwaukee Film Festival finished up last night, and I was at the Oriental for the finale. Every year the Festival shows ONE horror movie, and I always manage to see it, and their choices are usually good.&amp;nbsp; In previous years I've seen House of the Devil, Severance, and The Signal.&amp;nbsp; So this year I opened up the catalog to find my ONE horror movie, and holy crap.....there was one.....and two....and three......FOUR, count 'em, FOUR genre movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make it to two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame bad planning and totally spacing on the dates for the festival and neither myself or Papa Cash taking any time off for it.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what changed this year, MFF, but I like it.&amp;nbsp; Do it again. Mama says so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the films I saw was Blood Junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqaf8rTY-I/AAAAAAAADmg/RYFvb1SiG84/s1600/BJ2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqaf8rTY-I/AAAAAAAADmg/RYFvb1SiG84/s320/BJ2.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little treat was filmed in Wisconsin, and it's a kind of 80's flashback "Let's Go Into the Woods and Get Ourselfs Kilt" deal.&amp;nbsp; The write up in the catalog compared it to Evil Dead, but I'd put it more in the realm of movies like The Forest and Don't Go In The Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqafM5rwtI/AAAAAAAADmc/2ZkuTWDuLIQ/s1600/222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqafM5rwtI/AAAAAAAADmc/2ZkuTWDuLIQ/s1600/222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Junkie reminded me of the kind of thing you see at Horror Conventions, a movie that goes down better with an alcoholic beverage and a bunch of genre fans looking to have a good time. I don't know if it would be as much fun watching it alone in my living room - where I watch most of my horror movies.....but it's still better than a lot of low budget fare out there - or than a lot of the movies with a budget ten times as big (or more).&amp;nbsp; It was an easy on the attention span 75 minutes, and the film did a good job of making it look like the 80's all over again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlG8nVJvGI/AAAAAAAADmY/eQWB06DB0CE/s1600/bj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlG8nVJvGI/AAAAAAAADmY/eQWB06DB0CE/s1600/bj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website for Blood Junkie &lt;a href="http://here./"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloodjunkiemovie.com/"&gt;http://bloodjunkiemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-7205905788461546906?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/7205905788461546906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=7205905788461546906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7205905788461546906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7205905788461546906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-two-blood-junkie.html' title='Day Two: Blood Junkie'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKqaf8rTY-I/AAAAAAAADmg/RYFvb1SiG84/s72-c/BJ2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8879676545880369236</id><published>2010-10-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T20:21:15.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Halloween Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*This is actually a repost from last year......but it's one of my favorites, so I thought I'd start off the season with it.&amp;nbsp; I didn't write it - and I'm not sure who did. I added the pictures, and a couple of my cats were happy to help out with the Halloween Tips. Okay, maybe not THAT happy about it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep in mind for Halloween, it is worthwhile to remember a few&lt;br /&gt;simple rules to help keep this season healthy, happy and SAFE!!&lt;br /&gt;Please use these helpful hints this and every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s1600-h/DSCN0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388223862065666610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s320/DSCN0587.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. When it appears that you have killed the monster, NEVER check to&lt;br /&gt;see if it's really dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6YtFvmI/AAAAAAAABqQ/G7jH2Ee6fvE/s1600-h/vintage-halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229203236077154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6YtFvmI/AAAAAAAABqQ/G7jH2Ee6fvE/s320/vintage-halloween.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 251px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Never read a book of demon summoning aloud, even as a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV604t8RI/AAAAAAAABqg/xjBwg1DGzyk/s1600-h/it-pennywise-basement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229210801041682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV604t8RI/AAAAAAAABqg/xjBwg1DGzyk/s320/it-pennywise-basement.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Do not search the basement, especially if the power has gone&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbbfaOd9vI/AAAAAAAABrg/DRQaSZBAFqo/s1600-h/scary%2Bkid.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388235336857810674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbbfaOd9vI/AAAAAAAABrg/DRQaSZBAFqo/s320/scary%2Bkid.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 130px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language&lt;br /&gt;which they should not know, shoot them immediately. It will save you&lt;br /&gt;a lot of grief in the long run. However, it will probably take&lt;br /&gt;several rounds to kill them, so be prepared. This also applies to&lt;br /&gt;kids who speak with somebody else's voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlG8P7AyHI/AAAAAAAADmU/ajJyJRsuqAE/s1600/011274_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlG8P7AyHI/AAAAAAAADmU/ajJyJRsuqAE/s1600/011274_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. When you have the benefit of numbers, NEVER pair off and go&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6oIqG2I/AAAAAAAABqY/8PejJEYgKBY/s1600-h/A3-portal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229207378238306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV6oIqG2I/AAAAAAAABqY/8PejJEYgKBY/s320/A3-portal2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 167px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. As a general rule, don't solve puzzles that open portals to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Never stand in, on, or above a grave, tomb, or crypt. This would&lt;br /&gt;apply to any other house of the dead as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV7pNumgI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ua8ZI2i8P5I/s1600-h/cats+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388229224847809026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbV7pNumgI/AAAAAAAABqo/Ua8ZI2i8P5I/s320/cats+006.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. If you're searching for something which caused a loud noise and&lt;br /&gt;find out that it's just the cat, GET THE HECK OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. If appliances start operating by themselves, do not check for&lt;br /&gt;short circuits, just get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaVCWR0wI/AAAAAAAABrI/6cvS6xhEy84/s1600-h/house_on_haunted_hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388234059137798914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaVCWR0wI/AAAAAAAABrI/6cvS6xhEy84/s320/house_on_haunted_hill.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 227px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Do not take ANYTHING from the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDle-BJII/AAAAAAAADmI/xRjrNb48zbY/s1600/cotc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDle-BJII/AAAAAAAADmI/xRjrNb48zbY/s320/cotc2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. If you find a town which looks deserted, there's probably a good&lt;br /&gt;reason for it. Don't stop and look around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't fool with recombinant DNA technology unless you're sure&lt;br /&gt;you know what you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaU0TkJDI/AAAAAAAABrA/ya3JlO_60lg/s1600-h/occult_exhibit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388234055368320050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbaU0TkJDI/AAAAAAAABrA/ya3JlO_60lg/s320/occult_exhibit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 230px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. If you're running from the monster, expect to trip or fall down&lt;br /&gt;at least twice, more if you are female. Also note that, despite the&lt;br /&gt;fact that you are running and the monster is merely shambling along,&lt;br /&gt;it's still moving fast enough to catch up with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbYZkgh5DI/AAAAAAAABq4/1UbxaRJe2Hw/s1600-h/DSCN0725+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388231938003821618" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbYZkgh5DI/AAAAAAAABq4/1UbxaRJe2Hw/s320/DSCN0725+-+Copy.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 210px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. If your companions suddenly begin to exhibit uncharacteristic&lt;br /&gt;behavior such as hissing, fascination for blood, glowing eyes,&lt;br /&gt;increasing hairiness, and so on, kill them immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDlOCfMkI/AAAAAAAADmE/RTqUYuzLBTc/s1600/amityville-horror-20041006031027835-000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDlOCfMkI/AAAAAAAADmE/RTqUYuzLBTc/s1600/amityville-horror-20041006031027835-000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are&lt;br /&gt;listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Transylvania, Nilbog (you're in&lt;br /&gt;trouble if you recognize this one), anywhere in Texas where&lt;br /&gt;chainsaws are sold, the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkcILGFI/AAAAAAAADmA/XcMtkrCRDQM/s1600/Dead-End.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkcILGFI/AAAAAAAADmA/XcMtkrCRDQM/s320/Dead-End.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;16. If your car runs out of gas at night on a lonely road, do not go&lt;br /&gt;to the nearby deserted-looking house to phone for help. If you think&lt;br /&gt;that it is strange you ran out of gas because you thought you had&lt;br /&gt;most of a tank, shoot yourself instead. You are going to die anyway,&lt;br /&gt;and most likely be eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkd5qekI/AAAAAAAADl8/Modwt7aqqcM/s1600/texas-chainsaw-1974-leatherface-sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDkd5qekI/AAAAAAAADl8/Modwt7aqqcM/s320/texas-chainsaw-1974-leatherface-sunset.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Beware of strangers bearing tools. For example: chainsaws,&lt;br /&gt;staple guns, hedge trimmers, electric carving knives, combines,&lt;br /&gt;lawnmowers, butane torches, soldering irons, band saws, or any&lt;br /&gt;devices made from deceased companions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDj1TUc4I/AAAAAAAADl4/mAYAoIX5Oqc/s1600/pol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDj1TUc4I/AAAAAAAADl4/mAYAoIX5Oqc/s1600/pol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. If you find that your house is built upon a cemetery, now is the&lt;br /&gt;time to move in with the in-laws. This also applies to houses that&lt;br /&gt;had previous inhabitants who went mad or committed suicide or died in&lt;br /&gt;some horrible fashion, or had inhabitants who performed satanic&lt;br /&gt;practices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDjis0pKI/AAAAAAAADl0/3F-ZPISVgcA/s1600/house-on-haunted-hill-skeleton-attack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDjis0pKI/AAAAAAAADl0/3F-ZPISVgcA/s1600/house-on-haunted-hill-skeleton-attack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. Dress appropriately. When investigating a noise downstairs in an&lt;br /&gt;old house, women should not wear a flimsy negligee. And carry a&lt;br /&gt;flashlight, not a candle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDi9fV2pI/AAAAAAAADlw/S_bawnjgu7I/s1600/brew,fireplace,halloween,witch-bb706e89ca987f5d50a5617885168a5f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDi9fV2pI/AAAAAAAADlw/S_bawnjgu7I/s1600/brew,fireplace,halloween,witch-bb706e89ca987f5d50a5617885168a5f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. Do not mention the names of demons around open flames, as these&lt;br /&gt;can flare suddenly. Be especially careful of fireplaces in this&lt;br /&gt;regard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TKlDle-BJII/AAAAAAAADmI/xRjrNb48zbY/s1600/cotc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. Do not go looking for witches in the countryside.... you might&lt;br /&gt;find us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/Ssbbe7TZGTI/AAAAAAAABrY/Gcl3Li2PPHM/s1600-h/sexy_vintage_witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388235328556964146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/Ssbbe7TZGTI/AAAAAAAABrY/Gcl3Li2PPHM/s320/sexy_vintage_witch.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother F.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8879676545880369236?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8879676545880369236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8879676545880369236&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8879676545880369236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8879676545880369236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-halloween-tips.html' title='Day 1: Halloween Tips'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SsbRDfS1GjI/AAAAAAAABqA/YPw8cHbPVZk/s72-c/DSCN0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1477563121174107639</id><published>2010-10-03T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:41:52.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown To Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.countdowntohalloween.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4530983871_81440c8c82_o.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running a little behind this year - partly due to the end of the Milwaukee Film Festival, which is wrapping up tonight.&amp;nbsp; But - the cool part is that the last two films I'm seeing are in the genre, so they'll be my Day Two and Three posts....more to come on those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is also going to be a little tricky considering I'll be spending a week in Orlando, but I'm hoping to get some posts done before then to help fill in, and also to be doing some posting about Universal's Halloween Horror Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Halloween Blogging Begin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1477563121174107639?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1477563121174107639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1477563121174107639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1477563121174107639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1477563121174107639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/10/countdown-to-halloween.html' title='Countdown To Halloween'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6713104171525643684</id><published>2010-09-21T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T17:46:38.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and in FIVE weeks.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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or The Freak Box Part Deux</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I tried to review Bad Biology, but instead ended up digging out my copy of Basket Case and reviewing that instead. My copy of Basket Case is part of an awesome four disc set from Something Weird called The Freak Box - and let me tell you, all four movies are pretty damn freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tonight's selection is a beloved favorite of mine - even if it is a remake of a much better film. Still, it rocks, and it's all kinds of bad in the best possible ways.&amp;nbsp; It's a David Friedman film, who worked with Herschell Gordon Lewis and produced many of his films.&amp;nbsp; It kind of even feels like an HGL film, except that it lacks, well, &lt;i&gt;dialogue&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbPN8CD7aI/AAAAAAAADhY/4s56A-pPTLs/s1600/1149-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbPN8CD7aI/AAAAAAAADhY/4s56A-pPTLs/s320/1149-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She Freak is the grindhouse version of Tod Browning's Freaks, but with go-go dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdo1-ESyI/AAAAAAAADhg/2hQfgnO738I/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdo1-ESyI/AAAAAAAADhg/2hQfgnO738I/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiggling and gold digging ensue.&amp;nbsp; Freaks is a classic film that you definitely need to check out if you haven't.&amp;nbsp; As much as I love She Freak, it's a movie that benefits from liberal use of the FF button, as I'll soon demonstrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you really, REALLY like shots like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdsj3mubI/AAAAAAAADho/KpFTcVN6k9s/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdsj3mubI/AAAAAAAADho/KpFTcVN6k9s/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by all means, watch all 83 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start out at a freak show that features, among other things, snakes and the women who love them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdvZ8Ag9I/AAAAAAAADhw/2bJCAFPHMgQ/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdvZ8Ag9I/AAAAAAAADhw/2bJCAFPHMgQ/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something so hideous, so awful, that women scream and men look all confused when they see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdybQZNhI/AAAAAAAADh4/5VvjMOl94Dw/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbdybQZNhI/AAAAAAAADh4/5VvjMOl94Dw/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, through the miracle of modern film making, we're taken back in time to a small town with a diner and a waitress and a shortage of hats that fit correctly, apparently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd1ojD5GI/AAAAAAAADiA/Xs5trWreXhc/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd1ojD5GI/AAAAAAAADiA/Xs5trWreXhc/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress is named Jade and apparently all the fellas in town like to ask her out, but Jade isn't having it.&amp;nbsp; Which makes her boss all kinds of happy, because his wife is out of town, and he'd like to spend some quality time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd5rhH0SI/AAAAAAAADiI/3Tv92mJh5oI/s400/6.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEMPTING.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd5rhH0SI/AAAAAAAADiI/3Tv92mJh5oI/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade is just biding her time looking for a way out, and she thinks she has a shot if she joins the carnival that's coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another opportunity to hit up the FF button, unless you're dying to know how carnival tents were put together in the 60's.&amp;nbsp; Or, how women who love snakes give them baths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd8V6BuRI/AAAAAAAADiQ/22-xMuh4BBA/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd8V6BuRI/AAAAAAAADiQ/22-xMuh4BBA/s400/7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade hits up the business office and asks about a job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd_MKeibI/AAAAAAAADiY/_YiDcSrBshA/s400/8.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she's threatening to come back later and drink his blood if he doesn't hire her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbd_MKeibI/AAAAAAAADiY/_YiDcSrBshA/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing because David Friedman didn't see fit to film any actual dialogue for this scene, deciding instead to let the funky 60's jazz lite soundtrack speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently either Jade's spunky personality or her deadly fangs do the trick, because Jade immediately finds employment...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbeCVgvwwI/AAAAAAAADig/sVA_zHukVCs/s400/9.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. Movin' on up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbeCVgvwwI/AAAAAAAADig/sVA_zHukVCs/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, btw, we're a HALF HOUR into this movie. I told you that FF button would come in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade makes friends with the lead stripper, Moon, who asks her to split the cost of a hotel room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbeEpVWTTI/AAAAAAAADio/xG3U7BaetQ4/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbeEpVWTTI/AAAAAAAADio/xG3U7BaetQ4/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jade takes a tour of the carnival, accompanied by zero dialogue and tons of jazz lite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade is beside herself with the excitement of joining a carnival set up in a dusty field in the middle of nowhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbeHLtbq_I/AAAAAAAADiw/JYnrzVOLvNc/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJbeHLtbq_I/AAAAAAAADiw/JYnrzVOLvNc/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jade decides to visit the freak tent, whose inhabitants include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword swallower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg22XMpwLI/AAAAAAAADjA/1B5mR8ESZ0k/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg22XMpwLI/AAAAAAAADjA/1B5mR8ESZ0k/s400/13.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And women who love to love snakes and crochet their shirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg2436WFGI/AAAAAAAADjI/8pz0UIywTKI/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg2436WFGI/AAAAAAAADjI/8pz0UIywTKI/s400/14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, swords, snakes, and crocheted clothing all prove to be too much for Jade, who runs away to tell Moon (who tells Jade that the freaks are in the best place for them) that she can't understand why the freaks are allowed to be anywhere, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this riveting discussion will have to wait for now......because it's time for a..&lt;br /&gt;GO GO BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg2-LCSsQI/AAAAAAAADjY/P6_-ehsCAyY/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg2-LCSsQI/AAAAAAAADjY/P6_-ehsCAyY/s320/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Jade tells Moon how excited she is to stay in her first motel, room, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg3AtA68fI/AAAAAAAADjg/Y1a2QHp82DU/s320/17.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Color this woman easily impressed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg3AtA68fI/AAAAAAAADjg/Y1a2QHp82DU/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jade also asks Moon to list the most eligible bachelors in the carnival (!) and comes up with a grand total of one:&amp;nbsp; a Mr. Steve St John , or He Who Just Happens to Own the Freak Show. Jade sets her sights on the dude, and eventually he asks her out- which amounts to a lovely tour of, yes, you guessed it.....the carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by the ever present jazz lite, of course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg3DlmmOhI/AAAAAAAADjo/Z-MwLe6ooG8/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg3DlmmOhI/AAAAAAAADjo/Z-MwLe6ooG8/s320/18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only the best establishments.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And, there's this dude:&amp;nbsp; His name is Blackie and he's a carny, so he must be bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-yYg4ykI/AAAAAAAADjw/zt4dRw_Ox0Y/s1600/19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-yYg4ykI/AAAAAAAADjw/zt4dRw_Ox0Y/s320/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Jade continues to date Steve St John, carnival style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-3ZhNkmI/AAAAAAAADkA/j5b1-zv6nps/s320/21.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, there's still PLENTY of jazz lite to go around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-3ZhNkmI/AAAAAAAADkA/j5b1-zv6nps/s1600/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And oh yeah, in case you missed it, there's lots and LOTS of footage of the carnival being put up and taken down in between the romance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they marry, but Jade still wants to walk on the wild side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-57-88fI/AAAAAAAADkI/KU-WuHzZIfk/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-57-88fI/AAAAAAAADkI/KU-WuHzZIfk/s320/22.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, she still can't stand the freaks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-85pnn5I/AAAAAAAADkQ/wHzvVeQBkiE/s1600/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJg-85pnn5I/AAAAAAAADkQ/wHzvVeQBkiE/s320/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Jade's two lives cross, with disastrous results for Steve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGN5CqyGI/AAAAAAAADkY/vLXfW6JHBuE/s1600/24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGN5CqyGI/AAAAAAAADkY/vLXfW6JHBuE/s320/24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jade is all kinds of crushed when her husband dies before her eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGPx87hPI/AAAAAAAADkg/XAOcdSiDKq4/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGPx87hPI/AAAAAAAADkg/XAOcdSiDKq4/s320/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on to rule the freak show with an iron fist, counting her money, and telling her best friend Moon to take a hike when she questions Jade's business style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only treat a midget bad for so long before they break out the switchblades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGR11SmuI/AAAAAAAADko/UbIrt6Z3000/s1600/26.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGR11SmuI/AAAAAAAADko/UbIrt6Z3000/s320/26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other freaks get in on the action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGXSh0L6I/AAAAAAAADk4/lops8b4NUfM/s1600/28.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGXSh0L6I/AAAAAAAADk4/lops8b4NUfM/s320/28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where were these people for the first 81 minutes of the movie?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGUfuDReI/AAAAAAAADkw/TuX7rAVVpjw/s1600/27.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGUfuDReI/AAAAAAAADkw/TuX7rAVVpjw/s320/27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we understand why women were screaming, because this is the result of retaliation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGZv_GvWI/AAAAAAAADlA/9cxtSuGoyDY/s1600/29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGZv_GvWI/AAAAAAAADlA/9cxtSuGoyDY/s320/29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and guess who came to the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGdI8FyvI/AAAAAAAADlI/5AJ_hc-pdMU/s1600/30.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGdI8FyvI/AAAAAAAADlI/5AJ_hc-pdMU/s320/30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGfBKg6qI/AAAAAAAADlQ/MfaaO7RqN_Y/s1600/31.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TJhGfBKg6qI/AAAAAAAADlQ/MfaaO7RqN_Y/s320/31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8599768109209893692?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8599768109209893692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8599768109209893692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8599768109209893692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8599768109209893692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-freak-or-freak-box-part-deux.html' title='She Freak ; 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Not only is she another Foxy Female that loves The Scary, her blog rocks as well. AND she just got a kitten and gave it an awesome name, Bebe Gunns. Kittens everywhere with names like Bootsie and Fluffy are seething with jealousy.&amp;nbsp; So check out &lt;a href="http://jinx-totallyjinxed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Totally Jinxed&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Tell her Mama sent ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TI8NGQBMsmI/AAAAAAAADhQ/pmlNoRokiMA/s1600/zr-award-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TI8NGQBMsmI/AAAAAAAADhQ/pmlNoRokiMA/s200/zr-award-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of this awesome award, I need to pass it on to ten others.&amp;nbsp; So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1302017449"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deadlydollshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Deadly Doll's House of Horror Nonsense&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dust off your trophy shelf, Emily, and make room for this one.&amp;nbsp; You rock, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zombiecupcake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zombie Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Two of my favorite things. She doesn't post often but it's always worth a read when she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1302017504"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angryyoungmenltd.com/"&gt;Angry Young Men, Ltd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The home of the Night of the Living Dead Puppet Show. THE GoTo place for all your news about zombie puppets.&amp;nbsp; If they don't deserve a Zombie Rabbit award for awesomeness, who does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cavalcade-of-perversions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cavalcade of Perversions &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Awesome name for an awesome blog. Jenn is all kinds of righteous.&amp;nbsp; Plus, she's a little under the weather right now - so go wish her well and check out her place.&amp;nbsp; You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehalloweenblues.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Halloween Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Great source for all things Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdhollow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Weird Hollow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I Heart Weird Hollow. Posts tend to pick up around the Halloween season, so mark it now. Plus - Monster Head Races!!!! Go King Kong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jumboslezis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Project Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He's my brother, I'm biased, so what?&amp;nbsp; After months of begging, he seems to be coming around to blogging again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://strangespanner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Strange Spanners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lazarus Lupin has one of the most unique blogs I've read. Among the horror movie reviews are art and thoughts of the day.&amp;nbsp; A favorite :&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://strangespanner.blogspot.com/2010/09/demon-at-lunch.html"&gt;Demon at Lunch. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://halloweenaddict.com/"&gt;Halloween Addict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HA makes me smile. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonderfulwonderblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wonderful Wonderblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think Erick and I are from the same generation. He always seems to post things that I'd forgotten about from my childhood. Another participant from the &lt;a href="http://www.countdowntohalloween.com/"&gt;Countdown to Halloween&lt;/a&gt; Blogfest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. Ten blogs I love that I'm passing the Zombie Rabbit fun onto.&amp;nbsp; Love him, give him a home, maybe don't feed him after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks again, Jinx, if you hadn't already given it to me, you'd be at the top of my list. You rock, lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-200937536308787147?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/200937536308787147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=200937536308787147&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/200937536308787147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/200937536308787147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-awards-go-to.html' title='And the Awards go to....'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TI8NGQBMsmI/AAAAAAAADhQ/pmlNoRokiMA/s72-c/zr-award-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8965345915779773737</id><published>2010-09-09T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:23:55.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>SO excited I can hardly stand it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TInANW0Qa2I/AAAAAAAADhA/WkHtFTX0qtI/s1600/default-hhn2010-600x338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TInANW0Qa2I/AAAAAAAADhA/WkHtFTX0qtI/s320/default-hhn2010-600x338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;Papa Cash.&lt;br /&gt;Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;Next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8965345915779773737?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8965345915779773737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8965345915779773737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8965345915779773737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8965345915779773737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/09/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TInANW0Qa2I/AAAAAAAADhA/WkHtFTX0qtI/s72-c/default-hhn2010-600x338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3443593741853739136</id><published>2010-09-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:09:26.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLh7QAMII/AAAAAAAADgY/ou5jghbzF2E/s1600/is-mah-birfday-where-r-caek-dammit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLh7QAMII/AAAAAAAADgY/ou5jghbzF2E/s320/is-mah-birfday-where-r-caek-dammit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a day late with this, but I wanted to give a BIG Birthday Shout-Out to the person responsible for bringing yours truly into the world - that's right, I'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Firefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say Happy Birthday to the person who is almost single handedly responsible for making me the warped freak I am today. And I say that seriously and with all kinds of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother introduced me to many of her loves, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lon Chaney, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLafgQD-I/AAAAAAAADf4/6nLF-bY57BE/s1600/chaneyjr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLafgQD-I/AAAAAAAADf4/6nLF-bY57BE/s320/chaneyjr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This may be one of the first actors that I knew by name.&amp;nbsp; Along with Bela Lugosi, Boris Karloff, and this dude:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Price:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhL38XF6KI/AAAAAAAADgw/W_p5XXm1lOE/s1600/vincent-price-1950_3x4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhL38XF6KI/AAAAAAAADgw/W_p5XXm1lOE/s320/vincent-price-1950_3x4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All thanks to my mom. How many four year olds you know that can say that?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad and possibly dangerous weather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLltuRzII/AAAAAAAADgo/xJf_CyCU4t0/s1600/thunderstorm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLltuRzII/AAAAAAAADgo/xJf_CyCU4t0/s320/thunderstorm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't help it, because of my mom, I get really happy (almost giddy) on overcast, windy days that feel like rain is a' comin. And when the skies get cloudy and black, I'm beside myself with joy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELVIS THE PELVIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLeLKjURI/AAAAAAAADgI/rGcAy5v_P-0/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLeLKjURI/AAAAAAAADgI/rGcAy5v_P-0/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Incidentally, this is what I got my Mom for her birthday - the Elvis 75 box set with something like 17 films in it.&amp;nbsp; Happy Elvis Fights!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Newton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLgDKR1RI/AAAAAAAADgQ/nULB0a2F4M8/s1600/Interview_with_Entertainer_Wayne_Newton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLgDKR1RI/AAAAAAAADgQ/nULB0a2F4M8/s320/Interview_with_Entertainer_Wayne_Newton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also put this in the category with my love of cheesy things. For who else is the King of Cheese, I ask you?&amp;nbsp; I also won't rub it in how I tried to get her to kiss him by doing it myself and she refused. Nope, won't tell that story &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-award-time.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLkPd-luI/AAAAAAAADgg/rkU6HXg9FG8/s1600/planet-apes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLkPd-luI/AAAAAAAADgg/rkU6HXg9FG8/s320/planet-apes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLYf_QabI/AAAAAAAADfw/ogeIMKZ6DFk/s1600/360_25horror_frankenstein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLYf_QabI/AAAAAAAADfw/ogeIMKZ6DFk/s320/360_25horror_frankenstein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLcIOOZCI/AAAAAAAADgA/Wv6aVJV1VBc/s1600/halloween-ideas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLcIOOZCI/AAAAAAAADgA/Wv6aVJV1VBc/s320/halloween-ideas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Someday I'll tell you about how my Mom used to work our ASSES off decorating her house for Halloween.&amp;nbsp; But it must not have been that bad, because it's still my favorite holiday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unidenitfied Flying Objects:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhMVL8f41I/AAAAAAAADg4/iFFCa_VWzC0/s1600/ufo0414a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhMVL8f41I/AAAAAAAADg4/iFFCa_VWzC0/s320/ufo0414a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh....Just kidding on that last one, lady.&amp;nbsp; I am eternally creeped out by the thought of little green men making contact. They can be up there in the sky, watching, just stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours, kay?&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure she passed this one on to my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, lady.&amp;nbsp; I hope you had a FABULOUS day.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for making me all kinds of weird.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You!&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3443593741853739136?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3443593741853739136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3443593741853739136&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3443593741853739136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3443593741853739136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TIhLh7QAMII/AAAAAAAADgY/ou5jghbzF2E/s72-c/is-mah-birfday-where-r-caek-dammit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-536302228106817602</id><published>2010-09-06T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:17:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TeeCycle</title><content type='html'>Hey, my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I FINALLY had the opportunity to attend an event I'd been trying to get to for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was totally awesome and DELICIOUS - and it inspired one of my good friends to enter September's contest as a baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Cupcake is way too much fun, and if you're so inclined, check out their blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TH9VBb6Ey7I/AAAAAAAADfg/5p50vO0-KXw/s1600/templogo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ironcupcakemilwaukee.com/"&gt;Nobody Puts Cupcake in a Corner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC started in Milwaukee, but it's currently on a mission to spread the cupcake love all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really want to mention is a couple of people I met at IC, Tim and Jess from &lt;a href="http://www.teecycle.org/"&gt;Teecycle.org &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They run a great website selling recycled classic t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this last July, parts of Milwaukee had some major flooding, and some homes were severely damaged. I&lt;br /&gt;Among those was the home of Tim, Jess and their daughter Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read all about the flood and what happened to their home on the&lt;a href="http://www.teecycle.org/blog/"&gt; Teecycle blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need a lot of help and funds to rebuild their home.&amp;nbsp; If you have some time, check out Teecycle - who knows, you might find some rockin' shirt - and also help a family in need at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another website, &lt;a href="http://saveteecycle.org/"&gt;Save TeeCycle&lt;/a&gt;, created to help raise money for the family and their home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teecycle.org/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TH9VBb6Ey7I/AAAAAAAADfg/5p50vO0-KXw/s320/templogo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-536302228106817602?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/536302228106817602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=536302228106817602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/536302228106817602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/536302228106817602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/09/teecycle.html' title='TeeCycle'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TH9VBb6Ey7I/AAAAAAAADfg/5p50vO0-KXw/s72-c/templogo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6450002696423690123</id><published>2010-09-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:42:03.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKIE</title><content type='html'>Just lookie here at what yer old Mama got today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TH9Ge-Wef5I/AAAAAAAADfY/exP6VmHufiA/s1600/zr-award-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TH9Ge-Wef5I/AAAAAAAADfY/exP6VmHufiA/s320/zr-award-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes courtesy of my Horror Lovin' Sister, Jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read her blog, &lt;a href="http://jinx-totallyjinxed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Totally Jinxed&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mama F says get on over there and check it out.&amp;nbsp; You will LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Miss Jinx -you're way too kind.&amp;nbsp; Much heartfelt thanks for including me on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will be making my own list and passing it on this weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6450002696423690123?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6450002696423690123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6450002696423690123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6450002696423690123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6450002696423690123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/09/lookie.html' title='LOOKIE'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TH9Ge-Wef5I/AAAAAAAADfY/exP6VmHufiA/s72-c/zr-award-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4005677732743352151</id><published>2010-08-30T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:22:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Biology, Or: Oh, Screw it, Let's Talk about a GOOD Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I was SO disappointed in this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyc3cAhYNI/AAAAAAAADfI/ls3qCL5WJ2E/s1600/1cec74f192fc12ced14a753dfc202378920f0825012908_bad_biology_final-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyc3cAhYNI/AAAAAAAADfI/ls3qCL5WJ2E/s320/1cec74f192fc12ced14a753dfc202378920f0825012908_bad_biology_final-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Henenlotter and I was really pumped to hear that he ended his fifteen year hiatus with a new film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankenhooker. Brain Damage. The Basket Case films. I love them all. In fact, I love them all so much that when I started to write about Bad Biology, I ended up writing more about Basket Case.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said Eff It. Let's talk about Basket Case!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THycwspdD9I/AAAAAAAADe4/-nkt9YE9DbQ/s1600/BasketCaseBox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THycwspdD9I/AAAAAAAADe4/-nkt9YE9DbQ/s320/BasketCaseBox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In fact, the original Basket Case must have been the first 'so bad it's good' film that really affected me. I'm sure I saw bad films before that, but there was something so unique and endearing about Basket Case (even though it must feature some of the worst acting this side of Showgirls.......and I say that with all kinds of affection) that it wormed its way into little black heart and it's stayed there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away we make with the red stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyJBQK8SoI/AAAAAAAADbA/rFC595LZs2Q/s1600/1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyJBQK8SoI/AAAAAAAADbA/rFC595LZs2Q/s320/1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna git ya with mah big clay hand.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket Case is the story of Duane, a young man who wanders into New York City carrying a mysterious wicker basket that he talks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyJH1g4D7I/AAAAAAAADbI/dFtgU5adoIA/s1600/2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyJH1g4D7I/AAAAAAAADbI/dFtgU5adoIA/s320/2.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and feeds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyJNsohRxI/AAAAAAAADbQ/GnI0t8bn-ow/s1600/3.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyJNsohRxI/AAAAAAAADbQ/GnI0t8bn-ow/s320/3.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane, as we'll soon find out, is in town to look up a few doctors. They have neat names like Kutter and Needleman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wastes no time going to see Dr Needleman, where he meets a receptionist with a real talent for imitating mice caught in typewriters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyLNZME77I/AAAAAAAADbY/KiA4SBhWTEU/s1600/4.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyLNZME77I/AAAAAAAADbY/KiA4SBhWTEU/s320/4.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nope. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love when she gets all over Duane's case for not visiting Radio City Music Hall or the Statue of Liberty in the approximately 12 hours he's been in town:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyLd_7kdKI/AAAAAAAADbg/1Avqve0vOqQ/s1600/5.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyLd_7kdKI/AAAAAAAADbg/1Avqve0vOqQ/s320/5.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But getting shit from total strangers must float Duane's boat, because he ends up going out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane gets in to see Dr Needleman, and whips out this little puppy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyMpUC-KGI/AAAAAAAADbo/RR9SORoU_XE/s1600/6.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyMpUC-KGI/AAAAAAAADbo/RR9SORoU_XE/s320/6.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later, Duane and his basket pay the doctor another visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyNcMhvdTI/AAAAAAAADbw/A7XyFOFnK7o/s1600/7.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyNcMhvdTI/AAAAAAAADbw/A7XyFOFnK7o/s320/7.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally get to see what's in the basket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyNi-Ds5II/AAAAAAAADb4/dEcqcUQFcnA/s1600/8.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyNi-Ds5II/AAAAAAAADb4/dEcqcUQFcnA/s320/8.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Duane and his crabby receptionist hit the town:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyOpAQAJXI/AAAAAAAADcI/PKaNCHB0x5g/s1600/10.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyOpAQAJXI/AAAAAAAADcI/PKaNCHB0x5g/s320/10.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just when you thought she had the worst hairstyle in the movie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn't sit well with Basket Boy, who goes on a rampage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyOw_7ZPUI/AAAAAAAADcQ/DQriZjpu3t0/s1600/11.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyOw_7ZPUI/AAAAAAAADcQ/DQriZjpu3t0/s320/11.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then goes to pout in his favorite spot, where Duane has a heart-to-heart with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyQXEzKrZI/AAAAAAAADcY/BXLPWNwTnYw/s1600/12.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyQXEzKrZI/AAAAAAAADcY/BXLPWNwTnYw/s320/12.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane goes out later to drown his sorrows, where he runs into a woman who lives in the hotel, and proceeds to do the worst impersonation of a drunk person ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyQdpTtckI/AAAAAAAADcg/uaHOivT8I3A/s1600/13.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyQdpTtckI/AAAAAAAADcg/uaHOivT8I3A/s320/13.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his drunkenness, Duane spills the beans to his buddy, telling her that his deformed brother, Belial, lives in the basket - and not only that, they used to be Siamese twins.&amp;nbsp; Then Duane passes out so he can have a nifty flashback showing us what happened to he and Belial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySVZ-IoZI/AAAAAAAADco/HLc6khNhGMM/s1600/14.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySVZ-IoZI/AAAAAAAADco/HLc6khNhGMM/s320/14.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out his mother died in childbirth, and his father always hated them and set up a little impromptu operating room to seperate the two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySbNfn9KI/AAAAAAAADcw/lK4PxXpVH5I/s1600/15.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySbNfn9KI/AAAAAAAADcw/lK4PxXpVH5I/s320/15.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySjAgYqYI/AAAAAAAADc4/mUd2GHOeYgg/s1600/16.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySjAgYqYI/AAAAAAAADc4/mUd2GHOeYgg/s320/16.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with neato sound effects that sound like cutting through styrofoam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySsBGDxHI/AAAAAAAADdA/8lAyK9v7sGc/s1600/17.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THySsBGDxHI/AAAAAAAADdA/8lAyK9v7sGc/s320/17.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they just toss him in a garbage bag and set him outside.&amp;nbsp; Like, 'Oh, that deformed Siamese twin you just cut off my son?&amp;nbsp; Just throw him outside, I'll put him on the curb tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyUHSgy0cI/AAAAAAAADdQ/cY6Iu0786rk/s1600/18.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyUHSgy0cI/AAAAAAAADdQ/cY6Iu0786rk/s320/18.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't take long before Dad gets his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyTxPoNOWI/AAAAAAAADdI/r-AmhT8J8qk/s1600/19.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyTxPoNOWI/AAAAAAAADdI/r-AmhT8J8qk/s320/19.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out that Duane and Belial's aunt always had a soft spot for the little monster, and helps hide Belial from the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyUM11f6NI/AAAAAAAADdY/WRRb2aOh8AA/s1600/20.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyUM11f6NI/AAAAAAAADdY/WRRb2aOh8AA/s320/20.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'd totally rock the monster to sleep at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Duane wakes up from his drunken slumber and he and Belial head out to find Dr Kutter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has not only the balls to call Duane a freak but to also be the worst actress in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyVeVUchAI/AAAAAAAADdg/TbeTigWzaPs/s1600/21.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyVeVUchAI/AAAAAAAADdg/TbeTigWzaPs/s320/21.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good acting, Bad acting, doesn't matter, if you're wearing a white coat in this movie, you're goin' down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyV-UuaAmI/AAAAAAAADdo/x_4TZ4ZsCeE/s1600/22.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyV-UuaAmI/AAAAAAAADdo/x_4TZ4ZsCeE/s320/22.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Belial pushes her face into a drawer full of scalpels (which is how everyone keeps them, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyWE_Q8PUI/AAAAAAAADdw/GD9NJMSRD78/s1600/23.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyWE_Q8PUI/AAAAAAAADdw/GD9NJMSRD78/s320/23.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; All kinds of &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Duane and Belial return to their room after a hard day of killing only to find his receptionist girlfriend show up - which leads to hanky panky.....which does NOT sit well with Belial in the basket:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyYE8cmNTI/AAAAAAAADeA/IJZBVs0jyjQ/s1600/25.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyYE8cmNTI/AAAAAAAADeA/IJZBVs0jyjQ/s320/25.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyX9m3sLfI/AAAAAAAADd4/uaKUvDhs-7A/s1600/24.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyX9m3sLfI/AAAAAAAADd4/uaKUvDhs-7A/s320/24.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Duane does the only logical thing. He wraps his girlfriend up in a BLANKET, opens the door, tosses her out into the HALLWAY, where she promptly bounces off the wall and hits the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyYL6HsvfI/AAAAAAAADeI/3aKiJGtv6sk/s1600/26.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyYL6HsvfI/AAAAAAAADeI/3aKiJGtv6sk/s320/26.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she does the only logical thing and gets out of there ASAP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyYUBKL93I/AAAAAAAADeQ/inNrVq4uX_8/s1600/27.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyYUBKL93I/AAAAAAAADeQ/inNrVq4uX_8/s320/27.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, apparently a concussion isn't enough revenge for Belial, since he sneaks out later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyZLRFNDyI/AAAAAAAADeY/zfsWtQiqpsw/s1600/28.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyZLRFNDyI/AAAAAAAADeY/zfsWtQiqpsw/s320/28.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Stop motion madness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gets a little business on of his own-&amp;nbsp; Which ends all kinds of badly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyZnPpgkLI/AAAAAAAADeg/W5DUWsf8uDU/s1600/29.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyZnPpgkLI/AAAAAAAADeg/W5DUWsf8uDU/s320/29.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane finds out and goes ape shit, then Belial goes on and goes ape shit right back at him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyb8QYVXNI/AAAAAAAADeo/OeP5s8Txiec/s1600/31.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyb8QYVXNI/AAAAAAAADeo/OeP5s8Txiec/s320/31.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then, alas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THycC897PsI/AAAAAAAADew/IF82iluobsw/s1600/32.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THycC897PsI/AAAAAAAADew/IF82iluobsw/s320/32.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like you thought a movie about a guy with a mutated detached Siamese twin killing machine was going to &lt;em&gt;end happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't feel too bad. They come back to life in Basket Case 2 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD also has all kinds of neato extras, including commentaries and a tour of the locations featuring Frank Henelenlotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to mention that I met Kevin VanHentenryck (Duane)&amp;nbsp;and he was the sweetest thing. He's now an artist - look him up sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly, regarding&amp;nbsp;Bad Biology.&amp;nbsp; When we had this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THycykMe5WI/AAAAAAAADfA/73MdnQltB_k/s1600/badbiology_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THycykMe5WI/AAAAAAAADfA/73MdnQltB_k/s320/badbiology_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 20 minutes in, my hopes were high.&amp;nbsp; I was all, Yay! Freak Babies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was downhill from there. &lt;br /&gt;It's about a hyper sexual girl and a hyper sexual guy and guess what, they have a lot of sex. And talk about sex and think about sex and do sex a lot. But they're both such freaks that the people who have sex with them end up dead quite often.&amp;nbsp; And inbetween all the sexin', well, it's just.....kind of .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those movies that I ended up checking my email during and looking around for things to dust. Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we always have Belial and Duane, right?&amp;nbsp; And maybe now that Henenlotter is back making films, he'll try another....and I'd probably give that one another shot before I totally give up.&amp;nbsp; Because hey, I'm nothing if not optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, Dearhearts.....&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4005677732743352151?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4005677732743352151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4005677732743352151&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4005677732743352151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4005677732743352151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-biology-or-oh-screw-it-lets-talk.html' title='Bad Biology, Or: Oh, Screw it, Let&apos;s Talk about a GOOD Movie'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THyc3cAhYNI/AAAAAAAADfI/ls3qCL5WJ2E/s72-c/1cec74f192fc12ced14a753dfc202378920f0825012908_bad_biology_final-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-5302551082140195426</id><published>2010-08-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:30:17.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THdNFfwDytI/AAAAAAAADag/kgGOz0Xm6bU/s1600/128781159317283058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THdNFfwDytI/AAAAAAAADag/kgGOz0Xm6bU/s400/128781159317283058.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say a big THANK YOU&amp;nbsp; to everyone that's taken the time to post comments recently. I had a Huge Shit day at work today, I mean SHITTY, the kind of the last straw variety that makes you realize that it's really never going to get any better.&amp;nbsp; But at least it kicked my ass into gear to make some changes. They may be baby steps, but the plan is finally in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any day I get comments makes my day, but today they were especially appreciated and REALLY needed. I heart doing this blog, and I wish I was able to post more often. The time I do get to devote to it helps to keep me sane. I really do appreciate the time you take to read it and to give me your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of trying to stay positive and pass on some good news, dig this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zombie Puppets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Halloween.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Oriental Theater.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THdMuqk5QuI/AAAAAAAADaY/aDZyu8yyt_I/s1600/zombieedited.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THdMuqk5QuI/AAAAAAAADaY/aDZyu8yyt_I/s320/zombieedited.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MORE CAN YOU ASK FOR, MILWAUKEE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting on the &lt;a href="http://www.angryyoungmenltd.com/2010/08/big-news.html"&gt;forthcoming details&lt;/a&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-5302551082140195426?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/5302551082140195426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=5302551082140195426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5302551082140195426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/5302551082140195426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks.html' title='THANKS!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THdNFfwDytI/AAAAAAAADag/kgGOz0Xm6bU/s72-c/128781159317283058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6492540984158972528</id><published>2010-08-25T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:52:30.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXrzz1vEfI/AAAAAAAADW4/j91lK6gBg1k/s1600/trogposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXrzz1vEfI/AAAAAAAADW4/j91lK6gBg1k/s320/trogposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lord knows Mama loves herself some Joan Crawford. Especially her later movies, when the good jobs dried up and Joan found herself making some CLASSIC horror films like Strait-Jacket and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?&amp;nbsp; So I'm not sure how I missed out on Trog for so long. It's Joan's last film and possibly her silliest, but no matter - Joan still acts the SHIT out of it.&amp;nbsp; Which is a pretty neat trick when you consider the monster is basically a dude in a bad monkey mask with a rasta wig attached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trog (short for Troglodyte) is discovered by a team of explorers who come across a cave that's never been explored before. And what do they get for their trouble? Killed and attacked by the monkey man in the cheap wig - leaving behind one very traumatized young man and another who decides the smart thing to do is to take his injured friend to see Dr. Brockton (Joan Crawford) an anthropologist and author of the book 'Social Structure in Primates'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXrx3PlyXI/AAAAAAAADWw/vFmLTLur60Y/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXrx3PlyXI/AAAAAAAADWw/vFmLTLur60Y/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;You'll feel better if you tell Mommie Dearest all about it.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the only reasonable reaction Joan has is to go down in the cave and find this monster monkey man for herself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXszoFKm7I/AAAAAAAADaA/jkVlI5BsLEY/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXszoFKm7I/AAAAAAAADaA/jkVlI5BsLEY/s320/2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Joan spelunks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan manages to capture this on camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsxIr2kCI/AAAAAAAADZ4/xdMIMfSHuYg/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsxIr2kCI/AAAAAAAADZ4/xdMIMfSHuYg/s320/3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the town and the police get involved, and eventually Trog finds his way to the surface - scaring people and just generally causing a commotion. Thank God Joan is there, because she's the only one in the town with a weapon, apparently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsun-f3QI/AAAAAAAADZw/A3TnThpgnXE/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsun-f3QI/AAAAAAAADZw/A3TnThpgnXE/s320/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her tranquilizer gun also makes a neato loud BOOMing noise when she fires it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan takes Troggie back to her lab where they feed him lizards and fish n stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXssrndn0I/AAAAAAAADZo/TiL9WdzyfoA/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXssrndn0I/AAAAAAAADZo/TiL9WdzyfoA/s320/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan teaches Trog to play with toys while she narrows her crazy Joan Crawford eyes at him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsdyJ94GI/AAAAAAAADY4/7iQcc-t-iO8/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsdyJ94GI/AAAAAAAADY4/7iQcc-t-iO8/s320/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsluphxsI/AAAAAAAADZQ/VFl-eV3qRxs/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsluphxsI/AAAAAAAADZQ/VFl-eV3qRxs/s320/8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booga! (This one's for you, Emily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsjAmEbaI/AAAAAAAADZI/D1EyP00gKWo/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsjAmEbaI/AAAAAAAADZI/D1EyP00gKWo/s320/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Trog finds out that toys are FUN (pay attention to the FORESHADOWING in this scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsgg5ZJ9I/AAAAAAAADZA/aulGb_LxtG8/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsgg5ZJ9I/AAAAAAAADZA/aulGb_LxtG8/s320/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find most nifty about Trog is not that he managed to survive underground all those years, but that somehow, someway, he managed to make himself some SHORTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsWzNOb1I/AAAAAAAADYg/CGDPWyzmxZg/s1600/14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsWzNOb1I/AAAAAAAADYg/CGDPWyzmxZg/s320/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And furry boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because we need some bad guys in this movie, some people think Trog is bad news and needs to be destroyed. And these two creeps want to see Joan get fired as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsZE6U99I/AAAAAAAADYo/vsF1qV8wlVE/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsZE6U99I/AAAAAAAADYo/vsF1qV8wlVE/s320/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn't go down well with Joan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsnhWWJmI/AAAAAAAADZY/xcnUwjeFgvo/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsnhWWJmI/AAAAAAAADZY/xcnUwjeFgvo/s320/7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Joan takes Troggie outside and lets him play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsUC2fFBI/AAAAAAAADYY/9qUjNVnPxt4/s1600/15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsUC2fFBI/AAAAAAAADYY/9qUjNVnPxt4/s320/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But monsters will be monsters, and eventually there's problems involving a neighbor's dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsQ38sdaI/AAAAAAAADYQ/t_FIshBjGcg/s1600/16.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsQ38sdaI/AAAAAAAADYQ/t_FIshBjGcg/s320/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Joan has to put on her best pants suit and go defend the Trogmeister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsN_rVZGI/AAAAAAAADYI/oyxg2dKWCcQ/s1600/17.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsN_rVZGI/AAAAAAAADYI/oyxg2dKWCcQ/s320/17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Joan has a plan: She invites all her scientist friends over for some Trog's Greatest Home Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsLulowBI/AAAAAAAADYA/2FsgVyQI5y8/s1600/18.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsLulowBI/AAAAAAAADYA/2FsgVyQI5y8/s320/18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And then they operate on Trog, then strap him down and make him look at slides of dinosaur bones - which makes Trog remember the good old days, apparently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsGZ5jLaI/AAAAAAAADXw/VA5-2emZHG4/s1600/20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsGZ5jLaI/AAAAAAAADXw/VA5-2emZHG4/s320/20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's cool about these scenes is that they appear to be from the Ray Harryhausen/Willis O'Brien made short on dinosaurs from a documentary called The Animal World:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which is an extra on the &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-around.html"&gt;Black Scorpion DVD. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently the surgery, slides, and trip down memory lane have quite an effect on the Trogster, because after all that, he develops the power of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsJS3R6EI/AAAAAAAADX4/EpYx-yot_x4/s1600/19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsJS3R6EI/AAAAAAAADX4/EpYx-yot_x4/s320/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I have to believe what the scientists say, because I have no Frickin' idea what this monkey is babbling about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know movies about monkey men are just never going to end well, and this one is no different. One of the bad dudes decides to break into the lab, get Trog all riled, then let him out to wreak havoc on the locals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsEZVMOCI/AAAAAAAADXo/gCOuaAq2h50/s1600/21.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsEZVMOCI/AAAAAAAADXo/gCOuaAq2h50/s320/21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THX55rLt5BI/AAAAAAAADaQ/2dzhEyOxmsw/s1600/33.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THX55rLt5BI/AAAAAAAADaQ/2dzhEyOxmsw/s320/33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Which he does very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsCKQUzzI/AAAAAAAADXg/vQ4iXJYCwBM/s1600/22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXsCKQUzzI/AAAAAAAADXg/vQ4iXJYCwBM/s320/22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coolest. Monkey. Man. Shot. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trog hits the playground....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THX52JVBuEI/AAAAAAAADaI/r_3InHTAtxE/s1600/34.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THX52JVBuEI/AAAAAAAADaI/r_3InHTAtxE/s320/34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to remember that bit of foreshadowing I pointed out earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr_ZLCf4I/AAAAAAAADXY/arRagQcp3zc/s1600/23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr_ZLCf4I/AAAAAAAADXY/arRagQcp3zc/s320/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trog takes his prize back to his cave, but Joan aint' having it. She follows Trog in and lays the Smack Down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr9CVbsjI/AAAAAAAADXQ/fX_Bqbc6J88/s1600/24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr9CVbsjI/AAAAAAAADXQ/fX_Bqbc6J88/s320/24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bad Trog!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as always happens with big monkeys on the loose, the military shows up and puts an end to all the fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr6nDLngI/AAAAAAAADXI/xMkXzNX3svE/s1600/25.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr6nDLngI/AAAAAAAADXI/xMkXzNX3svE/s320/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug Trog. I think probably one viewing was enough - but the movie's easy to watch and if you love the Crawford half as much as Mama does, you'll have fun with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope nobody picks a movie called Trog intending to take it seriously - so just relax, sit back, and maybe have a Pepsi while you partake in the fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr3_--xJI/AAAAAAAADXA/ruHeQxi1QxE/s1600/trog-pepsi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXr3_--xJI/AAAAAAAADXA/ruHeQxi1QxE/s320/trog-pepsi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, Joanie would want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Troglodyte hangers,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6492540984158972528?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6492540984158972528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6492540984158972528&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6492540984158972528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6492540984158972528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/trog.html' title='Trog!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THXrzz1vEfI/AAAAAAAADW4/j91lK6gBg1k/s72-c/trogposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1898730904555125023</id><published>2010-08-24T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:27:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirahna 3-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had a rare weekday off today, so I planned an excursion involving corned beef and flesh eating mutant fish. Not at the same time, mind you, but I did find myself at the Brookfield Majestic Ultrascreen (with about five other people, one being Papa Cash) to watch the epic that is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYJBmizZI/AAAAAAAADWY/ANASn1OXpTM/s1600/piranha-quad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYJBmizZI/AAAAAAAADWY/ANASn1OXpTM/s320/piranha-quad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The reason I mention where I saw this film is because this screen is huge. And I mean HUGE. It's 72 feet wide and three stories tall, according to their website. Sounds neato, right? Well, maybe - but even though I was almost at the back of the theater, I kept finding that I was pushing my head into the back of my seat - trying to get away from the giant King Kong screen that felt like it was trying to sear itself into my brain and brainwash me into buying stock in the Marcus Corporation.&amp;nbsp; And I didn't even purposely pick the Ultrascreen - I was only there because the theater I usually go to wasn't showing Pirahna in 3-D, and I didn't even realize that the movie was playing on the Ultra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I left feeling kind of banged around - with a headache and my eyes feeling wore out - so I'm looking forward to seeing this movie again, on the Firefly Ranch home theater.&amp;nbsp; (I'm finding more and more I prefer my own home movie experience to going to the movies lately).&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to watching it at home so I can see if I can actually, you know, SEE STUFF.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYLdSxAYI/AAAAAAAADWg/FIWAWhgtXcY/s1600/PIRANHA-LOGO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYLdSxAYI/AAAAAAAADWg/FIWAWhgtXcY/s320/PIRANHA-LOGO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realize that pirahna move really fast and are all crazy n shit, and I would imagine if you're being eaten alive in the water by a thousand fish, you're probably not going to be staying real still. Arms and legs are gonna flail and water is going to splash. But I've said it before (most recently with Zombieland) and I'll say it again: SLOW THE FREAK DOWN AND SHOW ME SOME SHIT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There were some great shots and some awesome kills (which I define as those that make me laugh out loud)&amp;nbsp; but there were way more times that I felt like : Huh? Wha? WTF just happened?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then I'd try to extricate the back of my head from the permanent indent I made in the seat cushion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am a fan of the original Pirahna, and for the most part, I've sworn off remakes and sequels. But I didn't feel that the original Pirahna was something so sacred it couldn't be touched, and I looked it at more as another movie about killer fish - and Mama is nothing if not a HUGE sucker for monsters in the water films. I love underwater shots, and camera shots that zoom through the water from the monster's perspective make me feel all warm and gooshy inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So even though it was technically a remake - for me, it really didn't feel like one - I felt like they just kept the basic premise and did their own thing. I especially loved the little shout-out to real fans of horror with the cameo by Richard Dreyfuss in the beginning - they didn't stop at just having him in the movie, they added a couple of inside jokes that only fans of Jaws will get.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was a nice nod to classic horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYGv657AI/AAAAAAAADWQ/DghW9pXtYAg/s1600/piranhagore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYGv657AI/AAAAAAAADWQ/DghW9pXtYAg/s320/piranhagore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, the movie was heavy on the red stuff&amp;nbsp; and probably about as gory as they could get away with. I hope the DVD will come unrated with even more goo and body parts. I loved the big carnage scene, and the party scene (boobies included) didn't annoy me too much. I think as far as what we've been offered with&amp;nbsp; mainstream horror, this was fun.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know that the 3-D aspect really made it any more enjoyable for me - and it was the big reason I saw it so quickly - because I imagine in a week or two, it'll be replaced by the next thing in 3-D.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I have seen other films in 3-D and didn't feel so &lt;i&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/i&gt; by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. Maybe Mama is just not a kid anymore. (&lt;i&gt;You think? -Capt. Obvious Editor&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp; But hey, for some escapism on my day off, it fit the bill. None of the acting made me cringe (too much) and Eli Roth's death was pretty sweet. Keep your eyes peeled for the barely-there Greg Nicotero cameo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and BTW, Milwaukee, if you haven't been to &lt;a href="http://www.foodspot.com/Clients/WI/Milwaukee/McBobsPubandGrill/default.aspx?fs=3&amp;amp;fsp=896&amp;amp;accid=21587"&gt;McBob's&lt;/a&gt; for a corned beef sandwich, do yourself a favor and get there pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a link to a &lt;a href="http://chibbqking.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcbobs-in-milwaukee.html"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; singing the praises of McBob's much more eloquently than I could. And with pictures!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYJBmizZI/AAAAAAAADWY/ANASn1OXpTM/s1600/piranha-quad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1898730904555125023?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1898730904555125023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1898730904555125023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1898730904555125023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1898730904555125023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/pirahna-3-d.html' title='Pirahna 3-D'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/THRYJBmizZI/AAAAAAAADWY/ANASn1OXpTM/s72-c/piranha-quad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6061893186301170747</id><published>2010-08-20T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T22:25:49.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG9hgqnge6I/AAAAAAAADWI/gpqJ3VJs7wU/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG8c5QWk91I/AAAAAAAADVo/QfaIo6wB58o/s1600/ch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG8c5QWk91I/AAAAAAAADVo/QfaIo6wB58o/s400/ch.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As far as good old fashioned 70's haunted house cream filled goodness goes, you can't do much better than The Changeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also, you have George C. Scott, smokin' his way through the mystery. This was before people started saying that movies with cigarettes should be rated R. I'd love to see those people tell old Georgie that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;George is married with kid in this flick, and you know 30 seconds in that they're just way too freaking happy and in love with each other to not be taken down by tragedy before the credits even play.&amp;nbsp; They smile and laugh as they push their broken down car through the snow, and then Mom and daughter have the AUDACITY to laugh some more while they break out into a good old fashioned snow ball fight while Dad George goes to use the pay phone to call for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG8c5QWk91I/AAAAAAAADVo/QfaIo6wB58o/s1600/ch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KMYBUigI/AAAAAAAADUw/oYIj4SA7SFY/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KB9hmEYI/AAAAAAAADUY/Y_i3QSiZ4x4/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KB9hmEYI/AAAAAAAADUY/Y_i3QSiZ4x4/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;End to your happy life in 3....2....1.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KMYBUigI/AAAAAAAADUw/oYIj4SA7SFY/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KMYBUigI/AAAAAAAADUw/oYIj4SA7SFY/s400/2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah. Bye bye, happy life, hello, walking slowly and moodily through the credits while you mourn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;George ends up moving, and gets saddled with what must be the least efficient real estate agent ever.&amp;nbsp; Because when I think 'housing for single widower', immediately I think of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG8iGa8uEZI/AAAAAAAADVw/vmMamsrg7uo/s1600/changeling-house.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG8iGa8uEZI/AAAAAAAADVw/vmMamsrg7uo/s320/changeling-house.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep. PERFECT for one. single. person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, whatever, if Old Georgie didn't move in this castle, we wouldn't have a movie, and then I couldn't blog about it with my own special brand of retardedness. And that would be a TRAVESTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG9hevflMKI/AAAAAAAADWA/dwJ5h9cbmfE/s1600/11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG9hcOHARbI/AAAAAAAADV4/X-dZ2u3SlnM/s1600/12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG9hcOHARbI/AAAAAAAADV4/X-dZ2u3SlnM/s400/12.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So George moves in, he mopes, he smokes, and shit starts to happen. Beginning with the old 'loud strange banging noises'&amp;nbsp; bit.&amp;nbsp; Which, for whatever reason, always gives me the willies. I often freak myself out at night when I go to bed by imagining what I'd do if that kind of crap started in my house. Because some nights I need a break from imagining what I'd do if zombies tried to get in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG9hgqnge6I/AAAAAAAADWI/gpqJ3VJs7wU/s1600/10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG9hgqnge6I/AAAAAAAADWI/gpqJ3VJs7wU/s400/10.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;George has enough weird crap going on that he needs to go down to the historical society and investigate the story behind this massive house with the loud banging. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's we get the old 'NOBODY EVAH COULD LIVE IN THAT HOUSE EVAH' bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KFq885TI/AAAAAAAADUg/UVYkvgFAbmY/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4KFq885TI/AAAAAAAADUg/UVYkvgFAbmY/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'IT DOESN'T WANT PEOPLE...WHOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so I added the laugh part....but it was there in my head, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M-iHDiUI/AAAAAAAADVg/MKzXnUe-NhU/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To which George's response, in true George fashion, is&amp;nbsp; I'll just have a smoke on yer porch and think about that some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M-iHDiUI/AAAAAAAADVg/MKzXnUe-NhU/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M-iHDiUI/AAAAAAAADVg/MKzXnUe-NhU/s400/5.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;George learns that a little girl died in the house, but getting more information doesn't make the big banging noises stop: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M6XCH_RI/AAAAAAAADVY/S4CwsohBlU0/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M6XCH_RI/AAAAAAAADVY/S4CwsohBlU0/s400/6.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; where the hell i'd leave my cigarettes anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eventually George finds out that the story of this little girl doesn't really explain what's going on in the house, so he starts to investigate the house itself, starting with the attic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M3ccgV1I/AAAAAAAADVQ/cwerd2JPaHI/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M3ccgV1I/AAAAAAAADVQ/cwerd2JPaHI/s400/Capture.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At which point I started to hope that what was causing the banging was GIANT KILLER SPIDERS living in the attic. Because nothing would be Kick-Ass Cooler than watching George C. Scott fight GIANT KILLER SPIDERS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But - no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And in true 70's fashion, eventually we have a seance.&amp;nbsp; What happened to seances in horror movies anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M0ct_9gI/AAAAAAAADVI/ObYhPlmVohA/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4M0ct_9gI/AAAAAAAADVI/ObYhPlmVohA/s400/7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you just KNOW this shit is a bad idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not going to give away the mystery, but that everything finally comes to a head as George delves deeper and deeper into the secrets. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I will give you a hint as to who is haunting the house, though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4MxgX4BZI/AAAAAAAADVA/pg1rd7sDIwM/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4MxgX4BZI/AAAAAAAADVA/pg1rd7sDIwM/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No matter - it's definitely no match for George 'I'll pull glass out of my own neck' Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4MvR1hh-I/AAAAAAAADU4/L1Rn5gBVW8o/s1600/9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4MvR1hh-I/AAAAAAAADU4/L1Rn5gBVW8o/s400/9.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not a perfect movie - at some point you start to wonder why the ghost is torturing George so much - seeing as though he's working so hard to find out what happened. But I think it's a fun, creepy movie and it does have some moments (like the banging) that are genuinely scary.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I'm just nostalgic for haunted house movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Smoke up, Georgie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG4MxgX4BZI/AAAAAAAADVA/pg1rd7sDIwM/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6061893186301170747?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6061893186301170747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6061893186301170747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6061893186301170747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6061893186301170747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/changeling.html' title='The Changeling'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TG8c5QWk91I/AAAAAAAADVo/QfaIo6wB58o/s72-c/ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-7092401981638060760</id><published>2010-08-15T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:37:46.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining Moments</title><content type='html'>If someone were to ask me to show them 30 seconds out of my life that would define my personality and the way I think about life, then I might have to showcase a clip from earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving in downtown Milwaukee, and had stopped at a light. Across the street, facing me, on the right side, a blond woman stood waiting for the light to change so she could cross. She looked to be mid 30's, fairly attractive, and dressed casually but neatly. She was alone, and her gaze was fixated across the street, probably on the light, waiting for it to change, probably half daydreaming about something else. Her eyes never wavered from what she was staring at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner was quiet, there weren't many other cars - maybe one on the other side of the street, also stopped for the light, and I didn't see any other pedestrians around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except - about 50 feet behind her, slowly shuffling up the street towards the woman waiting on the corner, was a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older man - probably in his 60's, probably homeless, who probably at one time had a stroke that affected the right side of his body. He was walking very slowly, and he too, was staring off into the same direction the woman was.... probably wondering when the light would change and if he would make it to the corner in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't pushing a cart, wasn't carrying a thing, just ambulating slowly - first with the left side of his body ......then dragging the less strong side of his body to catch up with the rest. First left.......then riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.....left.....then riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blond woman never moved, her glance never wavered, and she remained (as far as I could tell) oblivious that she may soon be having company on her corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these details came together in my mind in quick order, the woman, the gaze, the man, the shuffle, her oblivion, and then out of my mouth popped the only thing that made sense, I said it, by myself, in the car, and it was out of my mouth before I could even process what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're coming to get you, BARBARA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That is how my brain works EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE.  Permanently (and happily) seeing the world in Romero-Vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiiPb2hgwI/AAAAAAAADUQ/agz9vx4J8rI/s1600/1stzombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiiPb2hgwI/AAAAAAAADUQ/agz9vx4J8rI/s320/1stzombie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505828930518614786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny, Stop It!&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'" url=" + data:post.url + " title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.dailyradar.com/media/img/horror/button_96x22.png" width="96" height="22" alt="HorrorBlips: vote it up!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-7092401981638060760?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/7092401981638060760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=7092401981638060760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7092401981638060760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7092401981638060760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/defining-moments.html' title='Defining Moments'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiiPb2hgwI/AAAAAAAADUQ/agz9vx4J8rI/s72-c/1stzombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6397080730392645399</id><published>2010-08-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:46:42.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychos In Love</title><content type='html'>When it comes to movies, most of us have that handful of films that we've watched a dozen times and quote from on a regular basis. Maybe we've even watched them so many times we can recite most of the dialogue along with the movie. (But please don't do this unless you're alone. Note to everyone:  This is ANNOYING as F*CK, and nobody wants to hear you and the movie in stereo. NOBODY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, my favorite quotable movies among me and my friends were The Sure Thing, Weird Science, and The Big Chill. Not sure why a bunch of fifteen year olds were watching The Big Chill every weekend, but there you have it. In my old life, before nursing school, my co-worker Mandy used to quote Billy Madison to me on a regular basis. (She does a kick-ass Adam Sandler, too, btw. Buy her a margarita and a piece of cake and I'm sure she'll tell you why shampoo is better.)  When I'm with my BFFs in Michigan, we like to talk about how we like  being COVERED IN BEES.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWRz_-0B1qw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWRz_-0B1qw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have another one of those quotable faves - except this movie I have nobody to quote it with - or, anyone who gets it if I do quote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie also eluded me for a very long time. All I had for most of the twenty three (!) years since it came out was a crappy dubbed VHS copy.  Then one lucky Saturday I found a used VHS in the Monster Store. (I miss the Monster Store...anyone else in Milwaukee remember the Monster Store?)  Then FINALLY a couple of years ago it finally made  it to DVD, around the same time that another classic, Student Bodies, was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiXwP0esSI/AAAAAAAADUI/RA0Dv5bupzE/s1600/PSYCHOS-IN-LOVE.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiXwP0esSI/AAAAAAAADUI/RA0Dv5bupzE/s320/PSYCHOS-IN-LOVE.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505817399596593442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my Mom who recommended Psychos to me all those years ago, when she told me she'd just watched a weird movie about a serial killer who hated grapes.  She said, and I quote, 'this is your kind of movie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiR_NmMMrI/AAAAAAAADSw/JfGYdKJqO-g/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiR_NmMMrI/AAAAAAAADSw/JfGYdKJqO-g/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811059628061362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right. I watched it, fell in love, and probably watched it every weekend during my senior year in high school.  I quoted it, I can still quote it now (not that anyone really gives a crap) and I'm relieved that it didn't linger in VHS purgatory forever. (Which is the reason that I still cling to my VCR - I have too many of those films that still haven't made it to DVD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have Joe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiR_z7t3ZI/AAAAAAAADTA/QogLgT7juYg/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiR_z7t3ZI/AAAAAAAADTA/QogLgT7juYg/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811069918895506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who likes to kill women...at random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSoA6bpAI/AAAAAAAADTo/gE1jKRD6sDg/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSoA6bpAI/AAAAAAAADTo/gE1jKRD6sDg/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811760597935106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Kate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiR_SHZuXI/AAAAAAAADS4/rF4_WfF2mfw/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiR_SHZuXI/AAAAAAAADS4/rF4_WfF2mfw/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811060841101682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who likes to kill men....at random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSnswZtYI/AAAAAAAADTY/4W7VZjO8jVE/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSnswZtYI/AAAAAAAADTY/4W7VZjO8jVE/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811755187156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just a couple of crazy psycho kids that meet and fall in love.....and, yes, they both hate grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they support each other in their.....hobbies, they also team up a few times in order to strengthen their relationship and spend quality time together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSnVqzuRI/AAAAAAAADTQ/mvMNTCwjndA/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSnVqzuRI/AAAAAAAADTQ/mvMNTCwjndA/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811748989679890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a side story involving a plumber who likes to kill his customers, cut them up, take them home and make them for dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSABx0KYI/AAAAAAAADTI/QX70EfaTUtU/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSABx0KYI/AAAAAAAADTI/QX70EfaTUtU/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811073635461506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between all of this, there's lots of over the top blood, gore, and yes, plenty of boobies.  There's also songs, some nekkid black-lit dancing, and plenty of jokes regarding the behind the scenes camera men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiVH4x4ANI/AAAAAAAADT4/fhzXZxXQAG4/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiVH4x4ANI/AAAAAAAADT4/fhzXZxXQAG4/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505814507193630930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Joe and Kate's sink backs up - the result of putting one too many bodies down the garbage disposal - and they end up calling a plumber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSn1w_fkI/AAAAAAAADTg/zXo2PBq98ng/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiSn1w_fkI/AAAAAAAADTg/zXo2PBq98ng/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505811757605551682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who happens to be the other serial killer in town, and who wants to blackmail Joe and Kate into providing him dinner on a regular basis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiVIDaNV7I/AAAAAAAADUA/TmvD_y0KGnw/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiVIDaNV7I/AAAAAAAADUA/TmvD_y0KGnw/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505814510047156146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll just have to watch the movie to find out how the Psychos in Love handle this little conundrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychos In Love is probably not a movie for everyone. It's extremely silly and there are a couple of scenes that I even have to fast forward - although if you like naked women shining black light on their boobies, then you may not use the FF button as much as I do. But if you like other horror spoofs like Saturday the 14th, Student Bodies, or even the Scary Movies, you might want to check this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6397080730392645399?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6397080730392645399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6397080730392645399&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6397080730392645399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6397080730392645399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/psychos-in-love.html' title='Psychos In Love'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGiXwP0esSI/AAAAAAAADUI/RA0Dv5bupzE/s72-c/PSYCHOS-IN-LOVE.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4158478683486592840</id><published>2010-08-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:10:03.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wolfman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGOCDsgp2mI/AAAAAAAADSg/-J1xDGa23yo/s1600/wol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGOCDsgp2mI/AAAAAAAADSg/-J1xDGa23yo/s320/wol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504386169576217186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I'd like this movie. I wasn't even sure I wanted to see it. After all, as a fellow video store employee once said to me, 'Werewolves are cool, but there's not many COOL movies ABOUT werewolves'.  This was in the 90's - before the Ginger Snaps series and during the heyday of the totally unnecessary Howling sequels.  Adding to my policy of generally avoiding sequels and remakes, and that in the bottom of my lil black heart, I'm just a girl who grew up with black and white Lon Chaney Jr. as 'The Wolfman' and I don't like change. Besides, have you seen LC Jr in that movie? The brother is all kinds of dreamy in that old fashioned yummy movie star way. He was never lovelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly embarrassed to say that I actually kind of liked this movie. I'm not running out to buy it or anything - but I'd probably pick it up for the right price. I also won't say it's a great movie - the plot moves pretty slow in the beginning and there was a time when Mother was doing the old 'must...keep...eyes...open...' bit.  And there are a couple of times when the plot just doesn't make any dang sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I did like about the movie was the overall gothic tone, the absolute no-holds-barred bloody violent slaughtering at the hands of the Wolfman....and as much as I heart Lon Chaney, somehow the  maniacal killing sprees of this werewolf seem more realistic.  I'd expect that a werewolf should be a bad-ass killing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has its share of CGI moments, but the werewolf for the most part is exactly what a monster should be - a guy in a furry suit with a zipper in the back. Mother has spoken. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out the special features with Rick 'Just hand over the Oscar and we'll call it a night' Baker.  The way they created the werewolf feet and made them able to walk in them while in the werewolf suits is especially neato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, it's not perfect, but i do think the influence of Rick Baker and his creation of the werewolf makeups (and his desire to pay tribute to the old makeup and also update it) made the movie. If it'd been a CGI Cluster F*ck ala Van Helsing, it'd have no doubt been a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe I just like my werewolves to wear pants. I guess I'm just an old fashioned girl after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4158478683486592840?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4158478683486592840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4158478683486592840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4158478683486592840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4158478683486592840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/wolfman.html' title='The Wolfman'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGOCDsgp2mI/AAAAAAAADSg/-J1xDGa23yo/s72-c/wol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-7621060880023895774</id><published>2010-08-08T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:18:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankskilling</title><content type='html'>If you're able to stream movies on Netflix and you're thinking to yourself, Gee, tonight might be the night for a low budget film featuring a homicidal animal puppet with a potty mouth who likes to make with the corny one -liners just before slaughtering people, then hot damn, you're in luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIEo9cIKgI/AAAAAAAADSA/ARadNIkqD8Y/s1600/ThanksKilling_Killer_Turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIEo9cIKgI/AAAAAAAADSA/ARadNIkqD8Y/s320/ThanksKilling_Killer_Turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503966796333984258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the above doesn't make you want to watch this movie, then nothing will.  It's probably everything you already think it is  - and if that kind of thing doesn't make you want to cry and bang your head on the floor, then by all means, check out Thankskilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIFy5l7c0I/AAAAAAAADSI/8Kguw6p9mis/s1600/Turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIFy5l7c0I/AAAAAAAADSI/8Kguw6p9mis/s320/Turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503968066611671874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, it's only about 65 minutes long. Which, in my book, is exactly how long a movie about a homicidal turkey puppet should last.  Dear Filmmakers, Mother Firefly and her short attention span salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIGSzYQqPI/AAAAAAAADSQ/iyzFs0vmNuU/s1600/turkey.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIGSzYQqPI/AAAAAAAADSQ/iyzFs0vmNuU/s320/turkey.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503968614699542770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the man is dressed as a turkey, and the turkey is dressed as a man. Holy coincidence, Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just occurred to me that this is the &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3-poultrygeist.html"&gt;second horror movie&lt;/a&gt; I've watched in a year to feature poultry as the antagonist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-7621060880023895774?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/7621060880023895774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=7621060880023895774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7621060880023895774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7621060880023895774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankskilling.html' title='Thankskilling'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TGIEo9cIKgI/AAAAAAAADSA/ARadNIkqD8Y/s72-c/ThanksKilling_Killer_Turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6326583262381966427</id><published>2010-07-25T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:19:03.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Girl Film Club: House of the Devil</title><content type='html'>This month's Final Girl Film Club choice is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TE0YRyHTrvI/AAAAAAAADR4/XrVP4JFQtmY/s1600/house-of-the-devil-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TE0YRyHTrvI/AAAAAAAADR4/XrVP4JFQtmY/s320/house-of-the-devil-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498077413878509298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-1-house-of-devil.html"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; my review from the Milwaukee Film Festival last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you go to&lt;a href="http://finalgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt; Final Girl &lt;/a&gt;to read all the cool kids' reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6326583262381966427?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6326583262381966427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6326583262381966427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6326583262381966427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6326583262381966427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/house-of-devil.html' title='Final Girl Film Club: House of the Devil'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TE0YRyHTrvI/AAAAAAAADR4/XrVP4JFQtmY/s72-c/house-of-the-devil-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-9059370658075981115</id><published>2010-07-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:02:38.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Like It's 1968</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPzPuo3UKI/AAAAAAAADRw/IF2RZSuZlZ8/s1600/NOTLD-dvdFLYER-Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPzPuo3UKI/AAAAAAAADRw/IF2RZSuZlZ8/s400/NOTLD-dvdFLYER-Medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495503421865152674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPlZtpxLuI/AAAAAAAADRY/2-Cq2z24Gb4/s1600/tumblr_l5qlfdL4j91qzhtqko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it to the Night of the Living Dead Puppet Show DVD Release Party on Friday night. I work ALOT at home after work; and after THREE HOURS of work at my kitchen table, missing the 8 pm showing time, I was more than a little resentful by the time I finally got to get out of the house and have some fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPmEJVXLAI/AAAAAAAADRo/saErhIoW_RA/s1600/tumblr_l5qlfdL4j91qzhtqko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPmEJVXLAI/AAAAAAAADRo/saErhIoW_RA/s400/tumblr_l5qlfdL4j91qzhtqko1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495488929221520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't chart angry, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did finally make it out of my house to dinner (BTW, my Milwaukee friends - do yourself a favor and visit &lt;a href="http://www.riowestcantina.com/"&gt;Rio West&lt;/a&gt; on Friday or Saturday night - you won't be disappointed) and a margarita and a half (I helped Papa Cash finish his second), we went to Landmark Lanes to see if my favorite people that put on a zombie puppet show based on NOLD were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were. Not only did I pick up a copy of the DVD, I got a t-shirt, a button, and the best part - I got to hang with some of the most talented, nicest people in this town.  Not only are they my FAVORITE people that put on a zombie puppet show based on NOLD, they're also the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND - they played the DVD again around 10, so I had a chance to see it there with a bunch of great people and an alcoholic beverage. (Thanks for the beer, Josh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD is wonderful - it's a fun way to revisit the show if you've seen it live, and it's a great substitute if you're not fortunate enough to have been able to see it in person (yet), but to really appreciate the creativity and genius that goes into the show, you really need to see it live. So keep an eye on their &lt;a href="http://www.angryyoungmenltd.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; (and here with Mama Firefly) for news on future shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, go to the website. Support zombies AND puppets (seriously, who doesn't love both?) and order yourself a copy.  Mama says DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DVD is 15.00, plus S/H, and the quality is positively out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email  info@angryyoungmenltd.com for details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-9059370658075981115?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/9059370658075981115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=9059370658075981115&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/9059370658075981115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/9059370658075981115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/party-like-its-1968.html' title='Party Like It&apos;s 1968'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPzPuo3UKI/AAAAAAAADRw/IF2RZSuZlZ8/s72-c/NOTLD-dvdFLYER-Medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-4663835319387059040</id><published>2010-07-12T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:37:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blu-Ray Fun</title><content type='html'>I always said that I wouldn't replace ALL my DVD's with Blu-Ray -and while I still stand by that - after all, is ANYONE really clamoring for Guru: The Mad Monk in Hi-Def?- I have ended up buying a few classics in Blu-Ray. That is, when they're good and cheap. Let it never be said that Mother's grad school 'cheap-ass' tendencies ever totally went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have a couple that I think I could have lived without - specifically Evil Dead II and Day of the Dead. I didn't think ED II was much of an improvement, and I didn't even LIKE the way DotD looked in Hi-Def. But there are a few Blu-Rays that I think were worth the investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPj_--JyDI/AAAAAAAADRI/pPP51CxRv4I/s1600/TCM.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPj_--JyDI/AAAAAAAADRI/pPP51CxRv4I/s320/TCM.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495486658697087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Yes, the original, for God's sake. I would have thought a low budget move such as this would be a waste on Blu-Ray, but it actually looks and sounds pretty out of sight. In fact, it sounded so good that once I even whipped my head around and wondered who was banging around outside. Not cute at 2 am when the P.Cash is at work and Mother is alone with three cats. And Leatherface kind of scared me all over again. I even had to remind myself at one point that I've met Gunnar Hansen and he was a pretty nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPj_n_2hNI/AAAAAAAADRA/GefAZOgcayU/s1600/halloween-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPj_n_2hNI/AAAAAAAADRA/GefAZOgcayU/s320/halloween-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495486652530197714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Halloween. Again, the original. I've said before that Halloween was a movie that I discovered 'later' in my life - I saw it when I was younger and I liked it, but it never was one of my all-time favorites. Not that I would never argue against its genius, I just don't think I really got to pay it the attention it deserved. On Blu-Ray, it's simply gorgeous. The colors of the trees are so vibrant (and maybe a little too green) that I kept forgetting it was supposed to be fall. No matter, it's positively lovely on Hi-Def. Mama says GET ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPkAHJA-WI/AAAAAAAADRQ/y6ae9n3WOpA/s1600/Americanwerewolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPkAHJA-WI/AAAAAAAADRQ/y6ae9n3WOpA/s320/Americanwerewolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495486660890130786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  American Werewolf in London.  LOVE this movie. Reviewed it once &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2008/10/lycanthropy-101-day-27.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; during my first 31 Days of Halloween. Out of the three, this is probably the movie I've watched the most times over the years - and I still noticed all kinds of cool details I never picked up on before. That, to me, is the mark of a great Blu-Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and they were all under 12 bucks. Loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-4663835319387059040?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/4663835319387059040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=4663835319387059040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4663835319387059040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/4663835319387059040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/blu-ray-fun.html' title='Blu-Ray Fun'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TEPj_--JyDI/AAAAAAAADRI/pPP51CxRv4I/s72-c/TCM.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3256444934607653304</id><published>2010-07-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:32:22.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won-ded</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I got an email from &lt;a href="http://www.filmfetish.com/"&gt;Film Fetish&lt;/a&gt; saying I'd won a contest but the prize hadn't been revealed yet. And then, bam, this showed up in my mailbox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVvk6cdqRI/AAAAAAAADQg/Urv3QE69r4A/s1600/the-stepfather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVvk6cdqRI/AAAAAAAADQg/Urv3QE69r4A/s400/the-stepfather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491418000602802450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I remember this film from when it came out - I know I watched it on VHS once and then never again. I don't recall having strong feelings about it either way - and I'm sure I've never seen it again since its original release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I love winning things, I was all kinds of excited about my new prize and excited to watch it. I even tried to talk Papa Cash into watching it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response:&lt;br /&gt;'Why would I want to watch a twenty year old horror movie?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response:&lt;br /&gt;'WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU NOT WANT TO?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDV6UIN4BgI/AAAAAAAADQ4/euG0kFgR-qQ/s1600/mommiedearest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDV6UIN4BgI/AAAAAAAADQ4/euG0kFgR-qQ/s320/mommiedearest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491429806869841410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...cut to tonight when the P.Cash is at a Brewers game, my work is done, I'm off tomorrow, and the time is RIGHT for some straight up Terry O'Quinn INSANITY.&lt;br /&gt;80's style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's really interesting to me about this movie is that it works. It works despite the filmmakers giving away all the secrets as soon as the movie starts. (For an example of where this technique does anything BUT work, see : Prom Night Remake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than ten minutes, they've laid it all out on the table. Not only do we get the goriest scene in the movie, we're told that Terry O'Quinn is batshit nuts, he's dangerous, and oh yeah - those people in that house pissed him off REAL BAD. But he's still civil enough to tidy up a little and put the bloody phone back on the hook before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the next family - Terry O'Quinn looks different, has a new family, acts like the perfect husband and father - but we all know the real deal here. Hell, even the new stepdaughter knows SOMETHING is not quite right with this dude. She even suspects that he just MIGHT be the same dude who slaughtered his family and disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDV44HECrYI/AAAAAAAADQo/MX5zy-o4TRI/s1600/The-Stepfather1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDV44HECrYI/AAAAAAAADQo/MX5zy-o4TRI/s320/The-Stepfather1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491428226012196226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all the information we're given so early in the film, it still manages to work. Terry O'Quinn is so wonderfully imbalanced that the suspense lies in waiting to see what he's going to do next - there's no question that he'll lose it eventually, it's just a matter of when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got Mother thinking about the good old days - and by the good old days, I mean the golden age of horror which was known as the 80's. (Not that I'm implying that the 80's were the only golden age of horror- certainly not - but back then it seemed like there was so much more to choose from. There were so many films that were GREAT - that a film like The Stepfather - probably low key in comparison to a lot of films from then - was, for me, not as exciting or intense as many of the other films I was watching then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to 25 years later and compare it to the myriad of sequels and remakes we're offered - and The Stepfather positively shines in comparison. Which is probably why I enjoyed it more now than I did all those years ago. We were SPOILED, my friends, completely and utterly SPOILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDV5ue6D0QI/AAAAAAAADQw/9nMpxg-AbU0/s1600/veruca_salt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDV5ue6D0QI/AAAAAAAADQw/9nMpxg-AbU0/s320/veruca_salt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491429160125714690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want it NOW,&lt;br /&gt;Mother 'Veruca' Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3256444934607653304?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3256444934607653304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3256444934607653304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3256444934607653304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3256444934607653304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-won-ded_08.html' title='I Won-ded'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVvk6cdqRI/AAAAAAAADQg/Urv3QE69r4A/s72-c/the-stepfather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1171888910647149019</id><published>2010-07-07T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:54:58.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pontypool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVnzbEoYjI/AAAAAAAADQY/BSlattTswhk/s1600/pontypool-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVnzbEoYjI/AAAAAAAADQY/BSlattTswhk/s400/pontypool-dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491409453786358322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll admit it -  Mama has been thinking about this movie for DAYS trying to decide what to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose - if I've ruminated on a film for this long - it must have something memorable about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Pontypool was going to be a zombie film - and while it has elements of the genre, it's not a true zombie film. I also had to buy Pontypool to see it, since Netflix doesn't have it available to rent. (Bastards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontypool only has a handful of characters - and one so irritating I wanted to slap right through the TV, the likes of which I haven't had the urge since the stupid guy who sings the free credit report dot com song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVgCbEvITI/AAAAAAAADQA/-yJwbV8v7C8/s1600/credit+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVgCbEvITI/AAAAAAAADQA/-yJwbV8v7C8/s320/credit+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491400915391815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Officially sealed in my hate box forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontypool's three main characters are Grant Mazzy (Stephen McHattie), his producer Sidney (Lisa Houle) and technician Laurel Ann (Georgina Reilly). Mazzy is a disc jockey who's clearly used to shaking things up on the radio, but is constantly being reined in by his producer, who just wants Mazzy to stick to the routine of announcing school closings and other local news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf9n1PkDI/AAAAAAAADPw/R9joMoijVik/s1600/pontypool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf9n1PkDI/AAAAAAAADPw/R9joMoijVik/s320/pontypool2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491400832917147698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie takes place during one snowy dark morning that starts off in the usual way (if you ignore the strange encounter that Mazzy has on his way to work) but slowly turns completely bizarre as reports of riots and murders start filtering in to the station. For me, this is the part of the movie that really works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf9WQCoKI/AAAAAAAADPo/PGZIUvGF1Wk/s1600/pontypool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf9WQCoKI/AAAAAAAADPo/PGZIUvGF1Wk/s320/pontypool3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491400828197707938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The snow, the early morning darkness, the isolation of the basement production studio, and the way that the characters get small pieces of information at a time - and then it's only second hand information that's being described to them. It's frustrating and tense - and it also makes for great suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf8njScqI/AAAAAAAADPY/mcMfVmTqcqo/s1600/pontypool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf8njScqI/AAAAAAAADPY/mcMfVmTqcqo/s320/pontypool1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491400815661970082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell you what's really behind all the violence in this small town - because, as I said, a huge part of the film is getting bits of information as it unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf9L-K4hI/AAAAAAAADPg/Vzpsw-sPNXE/s1600/pontypool7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVf9L-K4hI/AAAAAAAADPg/Vzpsw-sPNXE/s320/pontypool7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491400825438396946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even though I thought I understood the movie - and also read a few articles after watching the movie to HELP me understand it - I'm still kind of like, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - the head scratching that has ensued would still not stop me from recommending this movie. Stephen McHattie was great - and even though I'm not sure if I was supposed to hate the character of Sydney or not - I'll still watch this movie and I'd still buy it if I had been able to rent it. Because in my book - if you're still rolling the plot around in your brains a week after watching it - that must be worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an end note - what's even more amazing to me is that when I went to the official movie website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pontypoolmovie.com/"&gt;Pontypool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the director, Bruce McDonald, also directed The Tracey Fragments. I couldn't recall one scene of that horrible mess if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt; me. But what I do know is that when I see the title of that movie I fight the urge to go hide in my closet, rock back and forth and suck my thumb. I love Papa Cash, but there are more than a few pieces of celluloid torture I'd never have been exposed to if it weren't for his questionable choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dearhearts, watch Pontypool, and tell me what you think. If you're expecting a straight up zombie film full of action and gore, this probably isn't the film you need to rent. But if you'd like to be challenged to think a little bit - and I'm not saying that I understand all of it - and you like suspense and movies that unfold a little slower than average, this may be a film for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1171888910647149019?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1171888910647149019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1171888910647149019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1171888910647149019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1171888910647149019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-ill-admit-it-mama-has-been.html' title='Pontypool'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDVnzbEoYjI/AAAAAAAADQY/BSlattTswhk/s72-c/pontypool-dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-3188731386785031880</id><published>2010-07-04T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:11:05.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD Release Party !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDFpVHbdMEI/AAAAAAAADPQ/cqQ9zT_mdck/s1600/zombiepup150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDFpVHbdMEI/AAAAAAAADPQ/cqQ9zT_mdck/s400/zombiepup150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490285232233721922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite zombie puppet show is planning a DVD release party in a couple of weeks. Be there, Milwaukee.  You know your life will be richer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night of the Living Dead Puppet Show DVD Release Party:&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 13th&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Landmark Lanes on Downer (next to the Oriental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/AngryYoungMenltd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-3188731386785031880?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/3188731386785031880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=3188731386785031880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3188731386785031880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/3188731386785031880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/dvd-release-party.html' title='DVD Release Party !!!!'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDFpVHbdMEI/AAAAAAAADPQ/cqQ9zT_mdck/s72-c/zombiepup150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-2498636904815594585</id><published>2010-07-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:30:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAZi4fbWeI/AAAAAAAADOA/d0ABvP0yT_c/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-makes-you-a-cocktail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAZi4fbWeI/AAAAAAAADOA/d0ABvP0yT_c/s320/funny-pictures-cat-makes-you-a-cocktail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489916032835082722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I'm still here....and the fact that I only managed to post 3 times last month is a great disappointment to me. The dearth of postings from the Firefly Ranch is not due to lack of interest, believe me. I'll spare everyone the boring details, but it boils down to one thing: WORK.  I find myself remembering the good old days back in graduate school when I fantasized about the time when school would end and I'd have time for Papa Cash, my cats, my art, my blog, and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardee har freaking har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in light of the fact that there are many people who need a job badly and probably want to kick me for bitching about working too much, I'll keep my whining to a minimum. Suffice it to say, however, that there needs to be a balance between work and non-work, and right now my scales are tipped much too far in one direction. I do have plans in the making to correct this - but for now, it is what it is, and I just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, like any other day off, all Mama wants is to sleep in, have a delicious alcoholic beverage, and watch herself some deliciously cheesy monster movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got all three today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAYLk_KCmI/AAAAAAAADN4/Yq0QofVmU-k/s1600/black_scorpion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAYLk_KCmI/AAAAAAAADN4/Yq0QofVmU-k/s320/black_scorpion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489914532950837858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually B&amp;amp;W + mutated insect/arachnid/sea creature + Richard Denning (from Creature from the Black Lagoon) + stop motion effects would be an instant winner for me.  But I thought The Black Scorpion was just okay. The mutated scorpion was fun, and stop motion monsters make me giddy with joy no matter what. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoLVrAigI/AAAAAAAADO4/eJ4CgtU7oTs/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoLVrAigI/AAAAAAAADO4/eJ4CgtU7oTs/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489932121025841666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But everything inbetween was slightly boring and there wasn't even enough cheesiness to really poke a little fun at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as always, Mother has picked out her favorite things about The Black Scorpion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoL1wKF-I/AAAAAAAADPI/uPkJUbb5pCw/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoL1wKF-I/AAAAAAAADPI/uPkJUbb5pCw/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489932129637373922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh, Mexico. Where the children keep the booze flowin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoLs6r46I/AAAAAAAADPA/nc9JbCT5NrM/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoLs6r46I/AAAAAAAADPA/nc9JbCT5NrM/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489932127265612706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/Users/Michele/AppData/Local/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions come back to life after being embedded in rock for thousands of years and then make cute lil squeaky noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoKs6iBLI/AAAAAAAADOw/MSxskFURRis/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAoKs6iBLI/AAAAAAAADOw/MSxskFURRis/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489932110085096626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Space age technology rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn7RVvY3I/AAAAAAAADOo/jKxEbBy2WXo/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn7RVvY3I/AAAAAAAADOo/jKxEbBy2WXo/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489931844984988530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making out, space suit style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn6ya5QmI/AAAAAAAADOY/7Rl3lUzYiPU/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn6ya5QmI/AAAAAAAADOY/7Rl3lUzYiPU/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489931836685107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant worm vs Giant Scorpion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn6ZNENTI/AAAAAAAADOQ/1-R702PSvbU/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn6ZNENTI/AAAAAAAADOQ/1-R702PSvbU/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489931829916218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, the tanks and the helicopters always come, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more fun than the actual movie are the handful of short special features.  The stop motion in the Black Scorpion was performed by Pete Peterson and supervised by Willis O'Brien. O'Brien was the special effects artist behind the original King Kong, and also helped give Ray Harryhausen his start with Mighty Joe Young. Harryhausen is featured in two very short interviews, along with 'lost' test footage by Peterson for two movies that were never made.  My favorite is the Harryhausen/O'Brien produced dinosaur segment for a documentary called The Animal World.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn6GL5bgI/AAAAAAAADOI/vmFtQbI6RcE/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAn6GL5bgI/AAAAAAAADOI/vmFtQbI6RcE/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489931824811044354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's all kinds of neato, and reminds me of the trips to the Milwaukee zoo where I talk Papa Cash into taking pictures of me running away from the animatronic dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me giggle hysterically like a mental case. Then I send the pictures to my Mom. Who then, in turn, writes me saying how terrifying being chased by dinosaurs must be.    I also made him do it at the Milwaukee Museum once with the life sized model of the Woolly Mammoth. Because that is how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One announcement before I sign off - Unfortunately I've had to turn on comment moderation. I'm finding that I'm getting a lot of stupid comments  that I'm having to delete. Even more annoying is they're not even real comments - they're just characters that nobody can read.  I very much appreciate the real comments that I do get, so I'm disappointed that I have to make this change, but I'm also tired of deleting these dumb ass things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping July will be more prolific....&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-2498636904815594585?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/2498636904815594585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=2498636904815594585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/2498636904815594585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/2498636904815594585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-around.html' title='Still Around'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TDAZi4fbWeI/AAAAAAAADOA/d0ABvP0yT_c/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-makes-you-a-cocktail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1288208763379472412</id><published>2010-06-13T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:25:07.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadgirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBXI3MYtAiI/AAAAAAAADNo/ZOwagzFPCvU/s1600/deadgirl-dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBXI3MYtAiI/AAAAAAAADNo/ZOwagzFPCvU/s320/deadgirl-dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482508971936645666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is all kinds of disturbing - especially from a woman's point of view - but I also thought it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is pretty simple - two teenage boys, Rickie and J.T., head out for a night of beer and destruction at an abandoned mental institution and end up stumbling upon a naked girl chained to a table and covered in plastic. The kicker is that she's still alive - barely, it seems - and she's also in a room that's apparently been sealed off. Rickie wants to untie her and let her go, but J.T. isn't so sure he's ready to do that. After all, she's attractive, it seems that nobody knows she's there - and neither of the boys have any other prospects on the horizon. J.T,wants to 'wait a day or two' so he can keep her as his own personal plaything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently J.T. is more disturbed than we initially realize, because he eventually shows Rickie that this girl is not any ordinary girl - she's some kind of zombie and can be cut, strangled, or shot - she just won't stay dead no matter what J.T. does to her. What's really disturbing to me about this scene that J.T. has discovered this in the first place - he says to Rickie at one point, 'I've killed her three times and she won't stay dead'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.T. comes to see the girl as his own personal property - one that he can make money on by sharing her with others.  The movie echos The Girl Next Door in that it's amazing and disturbing that so many other people are willing to get in on the action and not really do anything - or seem to feel anything for - about the fate of this girl on the slab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say,  there really aren't any likeable characters - even Rickie, who seems they may have some sort of conscience about him - doesn't ever seem to just do the right thing, and even his attempts at 'helping' seem  kind of feeble and half-hearted. Rickie always seems, in the end, too concerned about what his 'friends' think of him to really be of any kind of hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 'dead girl' herself, we never get any answers about her - we're left to our own imaginations as to how she got there and what she really is.  I also thought the woman who played the dead girl, Jenny Spain, did a terrific job in the movie. It may seem that lying on a table naked with no dialogue doesn't take any real talent, but I thought it was a great performance, and she really creeped me out more than once. The terrific makeup effects helped as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creepy, disturbing movie - definitely worth a watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1288208763379472412?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1288208763379472412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1288208763379472412&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1288208763379472412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1288208763379472412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/06/deadgirl.html' title='Deadgirl'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBXI3MYtAiI/AAAAAAAADNo/ZOwagzFPCvU/s72-c/deadgirl-dvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-1680291892575219456</id><published>2010-06-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:23:38.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Start the Music</title><content type='html'>After working 23 hours in the last two days (!) Mama F.  craves nothing but her recliner, a martini, and some comfort TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort TV = scary movies, Ghost Hunters and a little dose of nostalgia in the form of ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSWcCKxffI/AAAAAAAADNA/M86-PxXm2fA/s1600/lgpp31560-show-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSWcCKxffI/AAAAAAAADNA/M86-PxXm2fA/s320/lgpp31560-show-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482172054779297266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Show! (Courtesy of my BFF K.K. last year at Xmas. You Rock, Sexy Mama!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart The Muppet Show. I never really got into the movies but I do remember the TV show fondly and I'm happy to say even 30 years later (OMG!) it still entertains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was even more entertaining today were the memories that Disc 2 brought up when the guest on the first episode was none other than everyone's favorite Wesson Oil Queen, Florence Henderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any feelings about Flo - I watched the reruns of the Brady Bunch like most people, but Carol and Mike Brady always bored me - and slightly creeped me out. Remember Mike Brady with a perm? Yeeeeeeeccccccch.  And I've never really understood her appeal as this ultimate mother figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S the best TV mom EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSWcUk8xUI/AAAAAAAADNI/iIy2iR-aU40/s1600/lily_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSWcUk8xUI/AAAAAAAADNI/iIy2iR-aU40/s320/lily_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482172059720926530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck it, Carol Brady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.....when Flo guested on the Muppets, she was doing the Wesson Oil thing, and she could be seen on 70's TV pretty regularly, since back then everyone had a variety show and shows like The Love Boat needed a steady stream of B list celebs.&lt;br /&gt;And when Flo showed up on these shows, she tended to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSX_Udzz2I/AAAAAAAADNY/vf_F8oST8Io/s1600/tms1-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSX_Udzz2I/AAAAAAAADNY/vf_F8oST8Io/s320/tms1-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482173760498028386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which drove my Mother CRAZY.  I mean Crazy in the sense that old Flo had a pretty permanent home in my Mom's personal hate box. This lady was like her personal kryptonite. It didn't matter what my Mom was doing, let her be within earshot of Florence Henderson's musical stylings, and it would start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO the HELL decided this woman could sing??????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH. MY. GOD. Her voice SETS MY TEETH ON EDGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh JESUS tell me she's not going to sing AGAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of this is obviously paraphrased, but I swear I'm not exaggerating when I say that Florence Henderson's singing drove my Mom absolutely BATSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is precisely my own response to the Freecreditreport.com singing guy. Seriously, did you ever not want to kick someone in the teeth more? I want to slap the smile off that dude's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my mom will weigh in on this in the comments and enlighten us all as to why Old Flo made her so crazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Muppets again is just plain old Good Times. Having it bring back memories like the above makes it even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my mom (Harleygirl13) had to say about all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just looked it up and the Muppets first aired 11/10/1969. So you weren't there for the first few episodes since you were born but it wasn't long after that. I would say you were maybe 2 months old and sitting in front of the TV in your little carrier while I sat and folded clothes or whatever but watching it right along with you. But they always gave the number of the episode your were watching and I know we started in the 2 digits. I really think they are they ones that got you started in reading,counting,and all that stuff. You were way ahead of all the other kids in everything. You could say your alphabet, count and so much more because of them. It's no wonder you like them so much. They were your playmates since before you could walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for more serious stuff!! Florence Henderson!!! OMG she drove me bonkers. To this day if she is on something and tries to sing I turn the station or leave the room. Who in God's Green Earth told her she could sing???? It sure wasn't me! Do you think they were always just teasing her and said "hey we need a few laughs for the show lets have Florence sing" Works for me. I really don't know why the woman bugs me so much. I don't think I was jealous of her mothering abilities because THE WOMAN NEVER DID ANYTHING!!!! If it wasn't for Alice the kids would have been junkies and on the street. I understand she does Broadway?!?! Do you think she gets paid??? Does anyone go see her??? Oh well maybe it is jealousy. After all a woman who can't act, can't sing, probably NEVER used Wesson oil in her life did OK huh? Maybe I missed my calling!! Could have been me. But I would much rather had been Mom on the Adams family. That is much more my style! Thank you for reminding me how bad Florence sings. It brought back a lot of memories!!! Keep the great blog going!!I heart everyone of them!! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-1680291892575219456?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/1680291892575219456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=1680291892575219456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1680291892575219456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/1680291892575219456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-working-23-hours-in-last-two-days.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Start the Music'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TBSWcCKxffI/AAAAAAAADNA/M86-PxXm2fA/s72-c/lgpp31560-show-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-7125619425922726231</id><published>2010-06-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:03:55.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape From the Planet of the Apes, or : Apes, 70's Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxe29Kw-lI/AAAAAAAADMg/kJ2vCUEwUTE/s1600/escape_from_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxe29Kw-lI/AAAAAAAADMg/kJ2vCUEwUTE/s400/escape_from_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859144828713554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! In case I haven't made it clear enough yet, the third movie in the POTA series, Escape, is Mother's Guilty Pleasure Favorite. The best film is, of course, the first, but for cheese value alone, you can't top the good times in Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, we've got Roddy McDowall returning to the Cornelius role, with Kim Hunter back again as his lovely wife, Zira. Corn, Zira, and a third friend, Dr. Milo, have somehow managed to get the astronaut's ship up and running and managed to escape Earth just before Chuck Heston blew it all to shit. At least we know why Corn and Zira aren't in the second film very much - they were busy rebuilding the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our gang plays it safe at first, but eventually the humans find out that these apes can talk, and sooner than later it comes out that the apes are pretty sure they come from Earth's future, a place where humans are mute, and the Damn Dirty Apes are Large and In Charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxfRot-NfI/AAAAAAAADMw/s4TCk9TZfBU/s1600/02212008_escapefromtheplanetoftheapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxfRot-NfI/AAAAAAAADMw/s4TCk9TZfBU/s320/02212008_escapefromtheplanetoftheapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859603195704818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This upsets TV's Victor from Young and the Restless to no end, and he takes it upon himself to prevent the eventual ape takeover by elminating the apparent cause of the problem, namely - Cornelius, Zira, and their unborn child.  Yep. Zira's pregnant, and TV's Victor sees all kinds of problems with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, Zira and Cornelius go on the run, the baby is born, and they make friends with Ricardo Montalban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape is also the only film of the actual movie to feature a montage. And who doesn't love a montage?   Especially when said montage features Corn and Zira being shown the sights of LA, shopping for clothes, and being given a rockin' hotel suite at the Beverly Wilshire - all to the cheesiest music the 70's could dream up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxfFY3FS5I/AAAAAAAADMo/TMBIxee48aA/s1600/escape-pota-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxfFY3FS5I/AAAAAAAADMo/TMBIxee48aA/s320/escape-pota-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479859392780520338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a synopsis of the films thus far:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chuck Heston, in the 70's, takes a spaceship two thousand years into the future. Where the Apes are. Chuck gets the apes all riled up, gets a girlfriend, steals a horse and a rifle, and ends up a prisoner of the bald icky people who live underground in what's left of the New York Subway.&lt;br /&gt;2. James Franciscus follows, looking for Chuck, gets the apes all upset AGAIN, is forced to fight Chuck by the mind -controlling bald people, Chuck gets shot, gets pissed, swears, and blows up the planet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Zira and Cornelius manage to escape, see the planet explode, and go back in time to a couple years after Chuck Heston initially left. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;4.  TV's Victor tries to put everything right by trying to kill off Zira and Cornelius, but not only makes the rest of the film series possible with his actions, but sets our ape friends on the run, where Mama and Daddy do the only thing they can to protect their newborn, which is give him to ......  Ricardo Montalban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxfvXfMJWI/AAAAAAAADM4/uxbS0vv1vQ4/s1600/797_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxfvXfMJWI/AAAAAAAADM4/uxbS0vv1vQ4/s320/797_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479860113966376290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which means that TV's Victor is ultimately responsible for the apes taking over earth.&lt;br /&gt;Boom, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, Dearhearts,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-7125619425922726231?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/7125619425922726231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=7125619425922726231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7125619425922726231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/7125619425922726231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/06/escape-from-planet-of-apes-or-apes-70s.html' title='Escape From the Planet of the Apes, or : Apes, 70&apos;s Style'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAxe29Kw-lI/AAAAAAAADMg/kJ2vCUEwUTE/s72-c/escape_from_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6231208385541720115</id><published>2010-05-31T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:59:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-In Bombs, Part I</title><content type='html'>You know, down here at the Firefly Ranch, we appreciate a fine, well-crafted film. But my regular readers know that Mama loves herself the bad movies as well; bad acting, skimpy plots (or sometimes none at all), monsters with the zippers showing, and mutant animals/insects/aquatic life. I take the cheap tacky horror movies and I give them love while gently poking a little fun. Take any of the above mentioned elements, serve 'em up 60's or 70's style, and chances are I'll find something to like about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every once in a while, I get myself in a righteous mess ala 'Godmonster of Indian Flats' (so convoluted and awful that it needs to come with a WARNING sticker), or sometimes (like a couple of weeks ago) I end up accidentally watching something starring Dean Stockwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Pick-Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMaQpX0I/AAAAAAAADLA/kPvVzPvakCE/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMaQpX0I/AAAAAAAADLA/kPvVzPvakCE/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658291136454466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not exactly a horror film - at least, I don't think it is - actually, I have NO FRIGGIN IDEA what Pick-Up was trying to be - it was part of a series of films that I bought because I thought they'd be fun. I'm talking about the Drive In Cult Classics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAR-OrGHgtI/AAAAAAAADJI/-rvtVtEz4Mw/s1600/drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAR-OrGHgtI/AAAAAAAADJI/-rvtVtEz4Mw/s320/drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477641837341016786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God Help Me For Not Resisting a Deal on Amazon, I bought not just this set at the CRAZY low price of 6.99, I also bought parts 2 AND 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started with Classics 1 today and dove in with the first movie. At first it seems innocuous enough, we have a couple of girls straight out of a Breck commmercial (and if you know what I'm talking about, high five!) who may or may not be making the right decision by taking a ride with some random dude driving an RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then about halfway through, it's as if the filmmakers took parts of three or films they never finished, spliced them together, and called it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to Mama F., on the couch, wearing my WTF??? face, rocking back and forth, saying through my tears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They've got to get better.....right? They've GOT to get better....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to me at my favorite restaurant drinking my favorite margarita to get up the strength to come home and write this review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us, but here we go:&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of films that just get right into the action - we have a dude, the dude's RV, and two chicks who are apparently offered a ride....&lt;br /&gt;Who are they, who is he, and how does he afford an RV bigger than most apartments I've had in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? Like we have time to contemplate such matters......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMTsKCaI/AAAAAAAADLI/6SR2yIr9awg/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMTsKCaI/AAAAAAAADLI/6SR2yIr9awg/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658289372793250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this one (w the dark hair and therefore the more reserved) thinks Aries is in a bad sun or something and this probably isn't a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of trips in RVs in the 70s and 80s but I don't remember ever having one of these groovy signs hanging over the front....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMMYgPMI/AAAAAAAADK4/ooQOgWbMH3I/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMMYgPMI/AAAAAAAADK4/ooQOgWbMH3I/s320/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658287411313858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Just in case there's any questions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile Home must = Party Bus in this film, because as soon as we get going, Blondie is flashing the other boys on the road...well, kinda flashing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNLru8uUI/AAAAAAAADKw/ZvgsAFVhpyM/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNLru8uUI/AAAAAAAADKw/ZvgsAFVhpyM/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658278647085378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! It's the underneath sweaty part of my left boob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ms Moody McMoody Pants contemplates their future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNLUSaDGI/AAAAAAAADKo/Fa5T6Z1uLpY/s1600/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNLUSaDGI/AAAAAAAADKo/Fa5T6Z1uLpY/s320/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477658272353356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Detour Later and whoops, we're stuck in the swamp:&lt;br /&gt;Where our favorite party bus couple decides to strap the camera upside down to their belts and go for a walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKiCfqiWI/AAAAAAAADKQ/E6MgOlrBBAQ/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKiCfqiWI/AAAAAAAADKQ/E6MgOlrBBAQ/s320/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477655364179233122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And play with baby raccoons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKh_htMFI/AAAAAAAADKI/f7k8d0f4Tg0/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKh_htMFI/AAAAAAAADKI/f7k8d0f4Tg0/s320/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477655363382489170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dark and Mysterious decides to venture out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKimozCAI/AAAAAAAADKg/OjRLvszIkxY/s1600/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKimozCAI/AAAAAAAADKg/OjRLvszIkxY/s320/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477655373881214978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where she is immediately greeted by a vision of a woman who tells her to prepare herself to be her successor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKiRseVcI/AAAAAAAADKY/YfuvRQ_fVGE/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKiRseVcI/AAAAAAAADKY/YfuvRQ_fVGE/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477655368259491266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Successor to what?  Listen people, this movie is a whole 75 minutes, and we've still got flashbacks and visions of clowns to fit in this damn movie! We don't have time for such nonsense..... I guess the answer is yes, because then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKhkPRRfI/AAAAAAAADKA/kr9--6HTMAw/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASKhkPRRfI/AAAAAAAADKA/kr9--6HTMAw/s320/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477655356057404914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One white robe and one big scepter later, it's a done deal. Accompanied by much writhing on a big white stone table in the middle of the swamp, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnd then .......&lt;br /&gt;  everyone has childhood flashbacks. Which seem to center around some sort of first sexual experience ..... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, whoops, there he is, Mr Clown shows up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ7lU6P9I/AAAAAAAADJ4/JWPWeEfrNwU/s1600/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ7lU6P9I/AAAAAAAADJ4/JWPWeEfrNwU/s320/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477654703514468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just what is he doing in the movie? I have NO FRICKIN' IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at some point, the driver of the party bus decides to switch from blonde to brunette and they go out to get it on on the marble table with the clown lurking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ7TBAP3I/AAAAAAAADJo/0lVp6pu7s28/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ7TBAP3I/AAAAAAAADJo/0lVp6pu7s28/s320/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477654698599137138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that bothers Blondie one little bit, think again. She just decides to start dancing around the RV with her favorite stuffed animal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ7NblqDI/AAAAAAAADJg/6x0nxDgXEaQ/s1600/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ7NblqDI/AAAAAAAADJg/6x0nxDgXEaQ/s320/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477654697100027954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really wish I could say someone in the movie threw that at her and smacked her in the face with it. But nope, she really does dance with it, and it's sitting that way on her head because she PUT IT THERE ON PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she dances her way outdoors, her friends get it on in the swamp, and the next morning they walk back to the RV to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ6-CzRjI/AAAAAAAADJY/Tln36H8PAOY/s1600/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJ6-CzRjI/AAAAAAAADJY/Tln36H8PAOY/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477654692969530930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASdNB14_CI/AAAAAAAADLQ/tRKcFCNgvFA/s1600/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASdNB14_CI/AAAAAAAADLQ/tRKcFCNgvFA/s320/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477675893947694114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just as we're digesting THAT, the movie inexplicably returns to right where we started from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJnLlkZ9I/AAAAAAAADJQ/f_W6wInQIIM/s1600/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASJnLlkZ9I/AAAAAAAADJQ/f_W6wInQIIM/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477654353007634386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEE! We made a dumb ass movie that makes no sense!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it seemingly starts all over again as the girls run off to join their boy toy in his RV party bus again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this movie was just something to play at the drive in while couples made out. At least I HOPE they were making out and not actually watching this mess.  What's really interesting to me are the reviews on IMDB - there are actually people out there that enjoyed this film and speak well of it.  Which amazes me even more than the idea that someone made this thing ON PURPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may need to watch something with some substance and value now, like another Planet of the Apes film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6231208385541720115?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6231208385541720115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6231208385541720115&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6231208385541720115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6231208385541720115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/05/drive-in-bombs-part-i.html' title='Drive-In Bombs, Part I'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TASNMaQpX0I/AAAAAAAADLA/kPvVzPvakCE/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-6949507104500529149</id><published>2010-05-31T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:02:48.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Apes, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq5jyHe62I/AAAAAAAADMI/Y4U5tMFOt24/s1600/51nsEE-YN3L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq5jyHe62I/AAAAAAAADMI/Y4U5tMFOt24/s400/51nsEE-YN3L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479395921049348962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough about how much I Heart my new Planet of the Apes Blu Ray Collection. I Heart it so much I bought one for my Mom for Mother's Day. Probably what I Heart even more than the Collection itself is the fact that I have a Mother who actually wanted it for Mother's Day - and who spent half a day looking for someone at work to tell about it - who would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;She ended up finding a co-worker (another woman - how awesome!) who not only appreciated it but told my Mom stories about how she and her siblings would play 'Planet of the Apes' when they were kids. So, yes, us girls that heart on the Apes, we are out here, and we will kick you in the ding-ding if you hate on our monkey movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4l9eQZVI/AAAAAAAADMA/mXfkDZKCbyo/s1600/beneath_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4l9eQZVI/AAAAAAAADMA/mXfkDZKCbyo/s400/beneath_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394858945766738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love these movies, I've always had kind of a 'blah' spot in my heart for Part II, Beneath the Planet of the Apes. For me, as a kid, it was the Tuesday movie during Ape Week, the one you had to get through to make it to my stone cold guilty pleasure favorite, Escape From the Planet of the Apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath kind of disturbed me as a kid - it didn't really scare me as much as the freaky white people living underground just grossed me out. They literally made me nauseous, and when I think back to my childhood memories of this movie, they're almost always accompanied by a queasy feeling in my stomach. So I've always had a 'take or leave it' philosophy towards this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided I'd just 'get it over with' and watch Part II.  And then I found that my memories of the movie were not quite accurate. For one thing, most of the movie does NOT take place underground (which I thought it did), and there's actually more Ape City action than I remembered. Also what I did not remember is that Cornelius and Zira have a very small role, and Cornelius is not played by Roddy McDowall. Which is not because Mr McDowall was too high-falutin' to strap the monkey suit back on, but had previous commitments that prevented him from taking the role. (Thanks, Special Features!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - in the other 'Thanks But No Thanks' Category of Special Features, the documentary on POTA points out that the special effects budget was cut on Part II, which led to a lot of inferior makeups in the background.  Which - once you're aware of this, you can't help but notice. Like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway......BTPOTA is, for the first half,, basically a remake of POTA. Astronaut crashes, other astronauts die, astronaut finds Nova and then talking monkeys, astronaut gets captured... you get the drill. Adding to the remake feel is our star James Franciscus, who, in my opinion, is basically Charlton Heston Lite. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4FnC8ubI/AAAAAAAADLw/NkQSCPIE0O8/s1600/2453998127_6b98a6a695_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4FnC8ubI/AAAAAAAADLw/NkQSCPIE0O8/s320/2453998127_6b98a6a695_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394303169837490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, it's made to taste similar but with half the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'Chuck MC Lyte' Franciscus runs  around Ape City, gettin' into scrapes and making friends with Corn and Zira. He's also looking for 'Chuck Original Recipe' Heston at the same time. Nova is not a lot of help, since she can't speak, but she can drag Chuck Lyte around to all the important places, including the place that Taylor disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4lbJIZyI/AAAAAAAADL4/C9usZu9pTgw/s1600/bneeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4lbJIZyI/AAAAAAAADL4/C9usZu9pTgw/s400/bneeath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394849730357026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out that place is underground, in the old New York Subway, with the weird creepy bald people that make my stomach hurt. Probably the last part of this movie that I really enjoy is the time that James Franciscus and Linda Harrison spend exploring the location. Then the baldies who worship the Big Bomb come in the picture, and it's just okay for me after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Voila! Our Friend Chuck returns for the ending just in time to wrestle James Franciscus (which, if you think about it, is just about as awesome as the Elvis vs Elvis fight in Kissin' Cousins).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4FWP1PoI/AAAAAAAADLo/SG5CI3gopZA/s1600/Elvis_Presley5_t607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq4FWP1PoI/AAAAAAAADLo/SG5CI3gopZA/s320/Elvis_Presley5_t607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394298660470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and curse out the Bad Monkeys again before he blows all the shit up.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq6UuYcyAI/AAAAAAAADMQ/IFvnIw_mZnY/s1600/young-restless-eric-braeden4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq6UuYcyAI/AAAAAAAADMQ/IFvnIw_mZnY/s200/young-restless-eric-braeden4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479396761860360194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that I'm giving anything away here - even with a big ole bomb, the ending of this movie is just about as anti-climactic as they come. It's literally over with a peep. The End, now bring on the FUN one with Zira and Cornelius (Roddy McDowall's Back! Yay!) and Victor from Young and the Restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all Mother has to say about Part II.  The film does look gorgeous on Blu Ray, and I did enjoy most of the movie, even if it is just a remake of the first one. I'll definitely include it in the next time I decide to watch all the films, even if I do turn it off right about the time of the 'Chuck vs Chuck 2.0' smackdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, Dearhearts, when we dive in and swim around in the guilty cheese fest that is Escape From the Planet of the Apes,&lt;br /&gt;Mother Firefly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-6949507104500529149?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/6949507104500529149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=6949507104500529149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6949507104500529149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/6949507104500529149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-apes-part-ii.html' title='Back to the Apes, Part II'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/TAq5jyHe62I/AAAAAAAADMI/Y4U5tMFOt24/s72-c/51nsEE-YN3L._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-8700977578154646719</id><published>2010-05-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:44:29.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet of the Apes - Blu Ray</title><content type='html'>It looks all kinds of GORGEOUS and it was like watching it for the first time ever.  I've seen this entire series on TV (B&amp;amp;W and color), VHS, and DVD.  I even watched it all night long while I recovered from a nasty 24 hour flu once. But I've never been so.....ENAMORED of it as I was today. I usually take notes while I'm watching movies, but I couldn't take my eyes off it.  I can't wait to see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love this series (or even if you just like the first one), GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWv53OJ-ydI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWv53OJ-ydI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get into the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a MADHOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;-Mother Firefly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8950139008543858024-8700977578154646719?l=fasterpussycats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/feeds/8700977578154646719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8950139008543858024&amp;postID=8700977578154646719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8700977578154646719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8950139008543858024/posts/default/8700977578154646719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2010/05/planet-of-apes-blu-ray.html' title='Planet of the Apes - Blu Ray'/><author><name>Mother Firefly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02265789859515871389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/SKuoPBSgLcI/AAAAAAAAAAg/b1b9bG1c91A/S220/901335_big.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8950139008543858024.post-5082652072611636399</id><published>2010-05-14T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:31:33.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the Living Dead Puppet Show on DVD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/S-35XHpMNQI/AAAAAAAADJA/r96CRQkAm8E/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-hides-from-zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPeyK8rlLA/S-35XHpMNQI/AAAAAAAADJA/r96CRQkAm8E/s320/funny-pictures-cat-hides-from-zombies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471303297909142786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I love about living in Milwaukee, but one of the things I love the most is that I live in a city where something as fantastic as the Night of the Living Dead Puppet Show began. (Screw you, stupid Fonzie statue!) And believe me, one day I expect to read those words in Entertainment Weekly.  Not 'Screw you, stupid Fonzie statue' (although that would be freakin' KILLER) but the part about the NOTLD Puppet Show having its origins in Milwaukee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people, it's that good - and it's that FUNNY.  But while you're waiting for NOTLD : The Puppet Show to invade the rest of the country - and I predict they'll do just that - you can support the movement by purchasing the DVD from their website.  (Plus you'll laugh your ass off, so what do you have to lose, people??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link and follow the directions&lt;a href="http://www.angryyoungmenltd.com/2010/05/who-wants-some-dvds-that-is.html"&gt; HERE:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main page here: &lt;a href="http://www.angryyoungmenltd.com/"&gt;Angry Young Men, Ltd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original review from Zombie Con X &lt;a href="http://fasterpussycats.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-11-zombie-con-day-two-puppets-and.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the website also follows the clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FuuCxqmHFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FuuCxqmHFE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=
