Hibbidy-Wah?! Wait, I Know That Zombie!
Having grown up filming all kinds of skits on VHS, it’s nice to finally see my brother filmed in HD.
(SIDENOTE: I believe it’s his finest acting to date*.)
*He’s the slow doorbell ringing zombie.
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Happy Find… And A Surprisingly Sad Find
These two videos have already been out there for a week, and when I initially saw them, I thought they’d be huge – which they are. But since then, I haven’t been able to get them out of my head. So I figured I’d share them with you in case you haven’t caught them yet.
I’ll start with the sad one. It’s a preview for the video game Dead Island, and it’s quite haunting:
This one is quite the opposite. It involves a… well, I’ll let you watch and enjoy:
InASense, Lost… Fetish Tots
Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there.
I was about cook up a plate of Soylant Green before I sealed up the doors and windows. We want to keep out those pesky vampires (or zombies… no one’s for sure). The reason why I’m doing all this? It’s because hell has arrived on Earth in the form of:
Why is the theme to Rugrats stuck in my head?
Recently on display at the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco, the company states via their website that product will be available Winter 2010.
Samples:
All I have left to say is this: pack for cold weather.
We’re for damn sure heading to the coldest layer of Dante’s Inferno.
I’ll be joining everyone else as soon as I finish eating this old person sandwich.
(more here at Something Awful)
In My Brain While Sleeping… Camping Is Not A Good Time For Nightmares
This post could have easily turned into a Drunken Recollection, considering the amount of beers downed over my time camping. As I explained to my sister, when I was on a cruise, I had documentation of how quickly I could finish a drink: every 15 minutes. She didn’t believe me, so she checked the clock on her phone and timed me. I didn’t rush. I casually chatted and played ladder golf. 11 minutes. I’m not proud. Well, maybe a little.
Anylowenbrau, both nights while in my tent, I was awakened with a start. Was it the booze? Was it the location? Who cares knows, but both dealt with unstoppable killers.
The first night’s dream started off okay. It featured the lovely Julie Bowen.
I tried. She changed her number.
Sure, she was breaking up with me, but I was keeping calm. I remember saying, “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t still love me.” And she couldn’t. So WIN!
Somebody was trying to interview me about my latest book, and we kept trying to move to quieter areas in the nightclub. Eventually, we were in the alley, where my car was parked. The trunk was open, and a sewer portal was running through it.
The interviewer spotted a mining cap and pick axe and reached for it. I warned him not too, and that’s when this guy appeared:
Pote Snitkin cleans up pretty nice.
At least that’s the closest approximation of the horror that chased me. And he would not stop. At one point, I was on a roof top, and as he darted at me, he ran into a wall and fell over the side of the building.
Feeling safe, I proceeded to climb down the ladder not far from his crushed face and distorted body. As I neared the ground, he smiled and started sitting up. I woke up immediately.
The next night, my cousin’s stepson was telling me about this video showing the ghost of Michael Jackson. People that know me and/or keep up on this site know how I feel about ghosts. But I was determined not to let a ten year old see my eyes well up. Luckily, upon returning home, I discovered this explanation of the “phenomenon”:
But it still didn’t help the fact that the second night, I had a dream I was driving around at night and saw a bunch of people running in the streets. Cars were hitting people and they were flying everywhere. I saw the UPS guy that brings PC deliveries to our office get struck, so I stopped my car to check on him. As I did, a big zombie burly guy in a jump suit appeared behind me and shanked me – another one of my greatest fears.
This dream woke me in the middle of the night. I had to pee, but I had no flashlight. I went anyway. It proves I’m a big boy. I can handle anything.
Except MJ’s ghost…
Not good timing, at all...
In My Brain While Sleeping… Animal Fights – GO!
I must confess. That header probably indicates way more excitement than my actual dream entailed. What made this dream stay with me was the fact that it was so unbelievably dumb, it awakened me giggling. It wasn’t laughing, it wasn’t chortling… it was merely tee-hee.
The fight in question: Blowfish vs. Starfish.
(Sort of) Artistic Representation
Now where could this dream have originated in my subconscious? It could have been from watching this preview:
Not only is Renegade the star, but Deborah/Debbie Gibson is Acting! in this CGI monstrosity as well? Sign me up! (You see, Debbie Gibson is my first concert experience and an early crush… *blush*)
How about some other animal fight options?
- Bee vs. Jumping Spider
- Barn Owl vs. Rat(creeeeepy)
- Giraffe vs. Giraffe
- Buffalo vs. Lion vs. Crocodile
- Monkey vs. Dog
- Bear vs. Shark
- Zombie vs. Shark (third time on this site!)
- Man vs. Wild vs. Hoax
INGREDIENTS: A sole chicken finger from the bar and lotsa agua.
Happy Find… Worst Fight Scenes Ever
You might have seen these before. I have and I lurve them. Watch and cringe in enjoyment!
From Undefeatable:
Things to watch for: Not So Slo Mo Punching, Greased Up Shirt Ripping, Hardly Fighting Back Attempted Knife Stabs, Towel Attack, Double Eye Loss.
From the original Star Trek TV show:
Things to watch for: Walking Attacks, Slow Reaching, Barely Ducking Behind Trees, An Almost Make-Out Session, Faked Heavy Rock Throwing.
From Zombi 2:
(Actually, this one’s pretty awesome.)
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