The weight scale in the bathroom of my mother’s house is, I’ve decided, completely evil.
I’m not one to really watch my #’s, but I have a mild curiosity about it whenever I stop by.
The thing is, her scale lies. It flat-out lies. It might be trying to make you feel better, but at first step, it electronically informs you that you weigh X pounds. Then when you step on it the second time, immediately following that initial reading, the red LED’s read X+4. So in reality, you weigh Y, so X equals Y-4. (I need a shirt that says “I Love Algebra” to go along with my “I Love Puns” shirt that I want.)
That being said, in honor of Halloween, let this war of Evil Weight Scales commence!
Courtesy of the Onion News Network comes this gem. What I like best is the part where they’re mean to the kids…
In My Brain While Sleeping… A Costume I Never Would Have Thought Of While Awake
Blah blah blah subconscious something something weird dream… I met a man wearing this costume and when I inquired about it, he pulled granite from his pocket, placed it on the last stair and said:
"I'm Rock Bottom."
Drunken Recollection… Two Gorillas Are Better Than One
My cousin Steve and I have matching costumes. We debuted them last week at my brother’s party. It was a blast. The next day, I had another party to attend, but I opted to go as Hipster Jesus. Another gorilla was there, and my heart broke a little…
Musical Musings… How Do You Kill The Gill Man?
Is this a good song? No. But does the Monster Mash really deserve being the only Halloween song? (Not counting Werewolf Bar Mitzvah, of course.)
Coinkydink Or Coinkydonk? Did PB Max Get “Discontinued” For Peanut Butter Twix?
PB Max... PB Twix... hmm...
I loved PB Max almost instantly when it was released in 1990. It was the companion candy to the caramel Twix bars I’d eat everyday. (There was a 5¢ mail-in rebate deal on each wrapper, so I binged one summer, sent them all in, and received a $5 check 6-8 weeks later. You can do the math.)
Anysweettooth, seemingly as quickly as the candy burst on the scene, by th mid-90’s, it was gone. A couple more years passed and all-of-the-sudden there was a Peanut Butter Twix bar (and the original became Caramel Twix with a capital-C, as you candyC see).
I’ve finally seen the new Friday the 13th movie, and though my hopes weren’t set that high (well, they were set at least hurdle length off the ground), it sort of disappointed.
The opening sequence showed promise. It even included a dude singing this song while listening to his iPod. It showed some of the mechanics of Jason Voorhees tactics, but from there, not much else surprised. I wasn’t looking for them to reinvent the wheel… just tweak it a bit.
I love the original Dawn of the Dead, but the new one enhances its story. The same goes for The Hills Have Eyes. This one falls in with The Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake – they both could have been worse, but they could have been better. (Haven’t seen either Halloween or My Bloody Valentine, so no comment.)
I thought Jason was too powerful and menacing without showing any origin for his alleged supernatural abilities. In the earliest films (2-4), he was vulnerable and clumsy, and in effect made him scarier. He could be defeated, but no one was doing it. Starting with Part 6, he was brought back to life and became zombie-like, and that worked for most of the remaining films. The best in the series is still Freddy Vs. Jason, because it follows all the rules of both series, with tongue firmly planted in cheek.
SPOILERS: What’s with the Tom Cruise lookalike’s unwarranted hostility in the film? Also, when did Jason ever keep somebody locked up and alive (a problem slightly hinted at in Part 4)? And how do you show a bug zapper twice and not use it to dispense anybody! (At least I called the wood chipper…)
Gather ’round, gather ’round, kiddies… it’s time for another one of Uncle Sean’s drunk stories… this one is about a Halloween party where I learned a hard life lesson…
I consider myself a cardboard specialist. Sort of a masterboarder, if you will. Two examples:
Get it? Duck-Duck-Goose! Ah, go duck yourself.
I ain't afraid of no--OMG! Is that orb a ghost?!
Your Aunt Tammie and Uncle Will wanted something simple, cheap, and quick a few Halloween’s back. She came up with the concept; I came up with the design.
A Halloween or two prior to that, I studied my “Ghostbusters” accessories, and mocked up a poor man’s version (a.k.a. child’s version) of their Proton Pack to go along with my tan jumpsuit and patches.
My talent first revealed itself to me a Halloween or two prior to that one. (There was one party in the middle where I grew out my beard and hair and went as Tom Hanks in “Cast Away.” I was going to follow-up as Robert Duvall in “THX 1138” the next year by shaving my head, but I went on vacation instead. As if you cared.)
The event that birthed my boardery occurred at a private gathering in the basement of a hall. Upstairs, a wedding reception was held, and upon walking through the front doors of the hall, the groom exclaimed, “Optimus Prime!”
Michael Bay, eat your heart out.
He didn’t yell to Uncle Jay, “Starscream!” He yelled the character I was playing. (Although he did also shout “Dogma!” when he saw Uncle Chris dressed as Matt Damon in the film – he was a wingless angel in armor. Nerd!)
Later in the night, prior to the police arriving to break up the Halloweed festivities, a group of us would eventually make our way back up to the reception to seek out more alcohol. There’s video somewhere out there of Optimus Prime and Starscream dancing with the bride and bridesmaids. But that’s not what this tale’s about.
Despite the fact that Jay and I won Best Couple (again, before that whole cop crackdown thing), there was a bitter Energon cube I was forced to swallow. While talking to a pair of G.I. Janes, my good old buddy was getting all the attention. I blew up. “I’m the leader of the Autobots,” I began. “Starscream doesn’t lead anything. In fact all he does is whine to Megatron. It’s his wingspan, isn’t it? It’s always about the wingspan. Don’t lie and tell me differently.”
Thank Cybertron the boys in blue cancelled the show.
MORAL OF THE STORY: No matter what you do, no matter how much you accomplish in life, girls always love the bad boys.