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Can't Sleep. Angst/Blob/Joss will eat me.
Dec. 6th, 2008 02:56 amWhen angst strikes (in this case, as is so often the case, when everybody else is asleep or otherwise away from the computer) it's always good to have distractions. Such as:
The season premiere of ROBOT CHICKEN. The fact that it features both Joss Whedon and Tila Tequila and that I love them both in it is a testament either to the show's skill or my desperation at this moment. Let's go with "skill!"
The new FRIDAY THE 13TH trailer. Also, the new poster. One one hand, Jason's neck looks way too thick. On the other hand, I don't care holy crap that is badass. Jason looks equally prepared to slaughter campers or Uruk-Hai, it doesn't matter, he'll take them on. Oh Jason Voorhees, you're an undead Mama's Boy and your movies almost all suck (except for Parts 4, 6, and X for pure crack factor), why do I love you so?
And finally, in "why John Hefner is going to Hell this week," I cannot wait for the latest installments in CHUD.com's list of the greatest child deaths in film. I knew the folks at Troma were messed up, but the last three minutes of BEWARE! CHILDREN AT PLAY takes the cake. Good lord, Lloyd Kaufman. Good lord. What kinds of lives do those child actors have now, I wonder? Me, though, I'm always going to favor the ice cream girl in ASSAULT ON PRECINCT 13TH.
Oh god, wait, the kid from THE BLOB... great, now I'm definitely not getting to sleep tonight. If the angst doesn't get me, the Blob will. Or maybe Jason. Or Joss Whedon! Augh, this was a terrible plan!
The season premiere of ROBOT CHICKEN. The fact that it features both Joss Whedon and Tila Tequila and that I love them both in it is a testament either to the show's skill or my desperation at this moment. Let's go with "skill!"
The new FRIDAY THE 13TH trailer. Also, the new poster. One one hand, Jason's neck looks way too thick. On the other hand, I don't care holy crap that is badass. Jason looks equally prepared to slaughter campers or Uruk-Hai, it doesn't matter, he'll take them on. Oh Jason Voorhees, you're an undead Mama's Boy and your movies almost all suck (except for Parts 4, 6, and X for pure crack factor), why do I love you so?
And finally, in "why John Hefner is going to Hell this week," I cannot wait for the latest installments in CHUD.com's list of the greatest child deaths in film. I knew the folks at Troma were messed up, but the last three minutes of BEWARE! CHILDREN AT PLAY takes the cake. Good lord, Lloyd Kaufman. Good lord. What kinds of lives do those child actors have now, I wonder? Me, though, I'm always going to favor the ice cream girl in ASSAULT ON PRECINCT 13TH.
Oh god, wait, the kid from THE BLOB... great, now I'm definitely not getting to sleep tonight. If the angst doesn't get me, the Blob will. Or maybe Jason. Or Joss Whedon! Augh, this was a terrible plan!
