FANS GONE TOO FAR

Are you one of those people who are always looking for signs that confirm your deep seeded suspicion that this ole world of ours is rapidly going down the crapper? Do you scan the world in search of the harbingers of the soon impending apocalypse? It's getting closer folks. No doubt about it. Ragnorak is coming. How can you miss the signs? Another season of The Simple Life is on the boards. Ashlee Simpson returns to SNL. The NFC North. The hand writing is on the wall people.
The world wide web itself is chock full of warning signs. The ole kulture corner itself may be a signal to some that the end is near, and who am I to disagree with 'em.
But if you really wanna see just how bad it's gettin' then just go visit www.perry-tales.com and see for yerself. A fansight devoted to Mr. Perry and his old band Journey. Look I'm not one to put down folks obsessing about stuff. I mean finding a more obsessed goof than myself about certain gulcheral concerns would be a Herculean task indeed. But hey, Journey? I don't get it. I realize that a lot of people out there probably don't grasp my obsession over things like the Cramps, but come on. The Cramps offer a whole lot to get geeked out about, what in God's name do Journey give?

I really don't want to be putting down this person. I just don't see how anybody could be this devoted to something that is this mundane. Anyway there are some fictional stories here as well as some poetry. One poem asks us to reflect on where we were when we first heard those heaven sent pipes of Mr. Perry. I know I'm a loser because, for the life of me, I can't remember. ( Although I think I probably first heard 'em on tv, on one of those old commercials for K-TELL records. Remember those?)

I only read one of the fiction stories. The Halloween one, where the band seek out the great pumpkin. The writing is pretty much what you would expect, but again, I shouldn't be throwing any stones in this area. So anyway, check it out for a laugh or two, or if you are a true blue Journey fan. I know there's a lot of them around.

And speaking of Halloween, I'm going to visit a friend of mine in a week or two and we are going to check out a haunted site in his town. There are actually several but we'll see how this first one goes. He, like myself fall more on the skeptical side of the fence, but the subject is of a vast interest and we do approach such stuff with an open mind. So be looking for my ghost hunting adventure which I will be sure to post soon after it happens. Hopefully I won't scare the crap out of myself so bad I won't be able to write about it.

WORKING STIFF BLUES!

I don't know about anybody else out there, but I've gotta say that my job has really become a pain in the ole rear. Office politics are at an all time high as far as I've ever seen at my current place of employment. I have been able to do a lot of stuff that's kept me away from the water cooler somewhat, but there ain't no escape. It's like everyone wants you to pick a side and of course if you don't, then everybody thinks your against them. Too be brutally honest, I really just don't have the energy to give a rats behind. Things like this really can bring me down. It's a good thing that some tasty trash has happened upon me to help bring me out of those office blues.

TEENAGERS FROM OUTER SPACE
This flick came in a package of a ton of old sci fi movies and I've been watching a number of them in the wee hours of the morn on those times when I can't sleep. (And man, there sure seem to be a lot of those times lately). I'm telling ya I'm almost finding these pre dawn viewings of old schlocky movies to be nigh to a religious experience.
So anyway, I slip this disk into the ole' machine and sit back to watch this movie, which was most likely shot on a budget of twenty-three dollars and 87 cents. If bad movies are your bag then this is going to be treasure for you. It's the kind of flick you would see on Mystery Science Theater or whatever, but I really would rather not sit through the movie listening to those jokes being tossed around by the hosts. I always hated that for the most part. I would rather enjoy a movie like this on it's own merits, or lack there of, as the case may be.
The plot is fairly simple. Aliens are brining these creatures to earth so that they can feed on everybody here and then the aliens can come back and butcher the monsters for food after they grown to giant size. Of course, one of the aliens has a problem with this and escapes, and is hunted by another of the aliens.
The special effects are not the worst I've ever scene, but the movie going demographic that this was aimed back in the day would only scoff at it's amateurishness.
The acting in this thing is so stiff it's the thespic equivalent of rigor mortis. (Hey, I think I just made up a word). Keeanu Reeves is a master thespian compared to these guys.
However this movie does give you a raygun that disintegrates everything but the bones. You also get a hero named Derek, and a villain named Thor. You could buy this flick on that alone.
This movie is bad, but yet I happen to like it. I suppose It's so bad that it transcends in some way, as a lot of movies that are considered bad by most folks do. The thing of it is, it's just fun to watch. And why else would you wanna watch a movie for anyway.

THE HEXXERS- FREAKS WITH THE SAVAGE BEAT
Just got this cd and I play it an awful lot. It really gets me going and cranks up the energy. When I'm in the office and I know that I have no excuse for an escape, this thing has really done the trick. It's sorta voodoo rockabilly, and sorta tough garage. This thing really does deliver the high energy jams that seem to be in such short supply these sorry days. This thing really reminds me of the Sonics, and what we could use in the world right now is a lot more stuff that sounds like the Sonics, and a lot less stuff that sounds like Cold Play.

ESSENTIAL FANTASTIC FOUR VOL.3
These paperbacks being put out that reprint the early Marvel Comic Books from the 60's and 70's are really a great thing as far as easy, quick escapism goes. I think I idg the stuff now more than I ever did. That probably has to do with the sad state of crap thats out there on the comic rack these days. It's great to see this stuff again as I relive my childhood reading all of this junk, but it's better than most everything out there on the New York Times Best Sellers list, and I ain't kiddin'. Tons of the ole' titles are getting the reprint treatment and it really is worth the money if comics are your bag, or even reading in general. Just don't go looking for this stuff to end up on Oprah's Book of the Month Club. Her Loss.