Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Monday, November 03, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
by Mark Alfred
August 3, 2014
Well I was playin' strip poker with Frankenstein
And I had about all that I could stand
'Cause he was down to his union suit
And I didn't want to win another hand, Lawd Lawd
I didn't want to win another hand
What a night, oh what an interesting night
What a sight, what an uncomfortable sight
Well, I went skinny-dippin' with Dracula
Divin' off an old rowboat
I kept showin' off different strokes
But he only did the Dead Man Float, that's all
He'd only do the Dead Man Float
What a night, what an interesting night
What a sight, he was fish-belly white
Well, I was playin' tag with the Wolf Man
By a river that rushed like a flood
It was fun but I kept flinching
Every time I was "it," he drew blood, that's right
When I was tagged, he would always draw blood
What a night, what an interesting night
I couldn't hide, 'cause the moon was so bright
And the mummy and I saw a sad movie
I wasn't too happy because
When the story would get too weepy
He would cry 'til it gummed up his gauze
It was such a night, oh what an interesting night
Up came the lights, and he was stuck in his seat so tight
Oh such a night, was it real or a dream?
I'm gonna lay off the pepperoni pizza next Halloween
Thursday, October 30, 2014
While riffling through some old magazines out of the attic, I had come to my stack of Scary Monsters. Now online. When I came to the December 1994 issue, I smiled and hurriedly showed darling Joyce what I’d found -- a fan letter to the mag from my dear and departed friend, Mark Barragar!
You can find my original memorial farewell salute here, with scans of some photos and from his memorial service.
You can find a re-post, with a current link to his “King-Size King” Elvis CD, here.
I don’t think that I paid attention to this letter at the time. But here it is!
BTW if you don’t know about the Count, his Facebook page is here. The theme from his TV show, “Nightmare,” is the last cut on this year’s Hallowe’en music compilation, posted on the second of this month.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
I admire any man with such will power.
In my experience, the success to dieting lies not in will power, but in WON'T power. Unfortunately, I never met a candy bar or bag of potato chips that I didn't like!
See you tomorrow with an extra-special memory!
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
So, who knows WHAT is in those Forest Lawn Flakes Eddie's pouring into that big bowl?
Monday, October 27, 2014
It’s also my thought when I peruse this bit from my thirteenth year, 1970. This is nothing but a useless tag-along to the last bit of Poe’s vignette.
I suppose it’s a pretty good imitation (for an eighth-grader) of Poe’s style. Instead of hearing the heartbeat exclusively, the narrator’s guilty conscience has increased the audio hallucinations to include the voice of the old man he murdered, his benefactor, asking “Why?” a lot.
I assume that this was considered a brilliant idea by the juvenile writer: Lure the reader with stream-of-consciousness narration, then cut it off PAST THE POINT at which the narrator could be communicating with us. (Unless he merely broke a leg and is continuing his monotonous rambling while high on morphine from a jail hospital bed.)
Looking back now, I assume that this idea was kyped from elsewhere (a familiar pattern, yes?). About this time I read a library book, a novel of strange happenings that the reader wasn’t sure were happening or not (in that way, similar to John Fowles’ The Magus). It was a first-person narrative (not The Magus but my barely-remembered library book). This vaguely-recalled tome ended with the narrator being tied into a chair next to a booby-trapped telephone. When the phone rang, a robotic arm would lift the receiver. The only problem was, when the receiver was lifted, that action would detonate a room full of dynamite.
As I said, the narrator tells how he was tied in the chair. PARAPHRASE: “I was tied fast and could not escape. Then the phone rang, and the mechanism lifted the receiver.”
THE END! So -- if the guy is telling something that happened to him, how could he be telling us this, if he was going to be blown to smithereens?
In the same way, you, Dear Reader, are left to imagine how it’s possible that the narrator of my little wart-on-the-face-of-a-classic is able to end his tale thus. I’m sure it’s more trouble than it’s worth to you.
But it was worthy of a one-day BLOG-O-WEEN entry! see you tomorrow!
Sunday, October 26, 2014
It's too bad that they simply repeated the text from the Frankenstein postcard for this second of Karloff''s appearances in the set. The caption could read, "Boris Karloff was again teamed with makeup artist Jack Pierce for 1932's The Mummy. The story was an intentional echo of Dracula concerning an immortal, evil character desiring to possess a human woman, and the attempts of her fiance and others to save her."
Boy, did we wish we could be like them!
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Here's the final page and rear cover from the 1991 Universal Monsters Coloring Book.
This guy is just BEGGING for a little tickle-belly when he leaves his midsection exposed like that.!
And we take your leave from monsters who are carefully drawn NOT to look like the actors who originally played them. That is, the actors whose estates would have gotten some royalties if the original actors' faces were hinted at ....
See you tomorrow, kiddies!