I think we’ve all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically.

One of our pulps is going to the set of the new Johnny Depp Dillinger movie. I may or may not have licked it and included my picture and phone number o so carefully rubbed it all over my butt & cleavage before it got packed up.

Top 5 (7) At The Mo

There are two very silly things I’ve become afraid of lately. These couple of things aren’t quite up to par with my fear of bees or my fear of an asteroid hitting the earth, but they’re important in their own right to be sure. The first thing (which really has no bearing on this post) [...]

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.

I believe in Sandman. Morpheus, Lord of Dreams (I heart Daniel the mostest, though I do have a great fondness for Destruction) the Neil Gaiman creation, not Wesley Dodds the DC Golden Age crime fighter or William Baker the Marvel villain. I used to talk about my dreams and I used to post about my [...]

The Mist ending bla bla DIE Jackass!

Right so Stephen King issued some grand threat proclamation how anyone who revealed the new surprise ending of The Mist should be killed. If he’s going to start doing that, then I think it only fair I issue the same proclamation to anyone who churns out drivel like Cell and thinks it’s anything but poorly [...]

The Price Of Freedom Is Visible Here


An open letter to Callum Keith Rennie

Dear Sir:
I know how much you like to play golf and to that end I am extending you an invitation to come play the most challenging 18 holes of golf that nature (with a little help from some tiny red glass lampshades we bought from an old guy at a garage sale) has ever created. [...]