I crashed big time this year. I'm just starting to get over it. Though, if I see one of those stupid Travel Channel shows about haunted travels, I just might pull an Elvis and shoot out the TV. Or maybe not, I always seem to get suckered into those shows. Sad, really.
This year, I once again pulled out the FX and channeled my inner Jack Pierce/Tom Savini. The results were - colorful, to say the least. Usually I go subtle. But not this year. Oh no, not this year.
Here's this year's handiwork (except for the gentleman with the black and white face. That crazy shit is all his own) :
Here's some close-ups:
To quote my sister from my Myspace page: "You're such a happy zombie!"Of course, I just got finished eating.
And then, the piece de resistance:
Yes, I'm marrying that. Who's more pathetic: me for doing it, or him for wearing it so well?
So yeah, I don't want to dwell on this too much, because, frankly, I'm fucking embarrassed to write this.
I owe Eli Roth an apology.
Yes, finally watched Hostel for the first time. Didn't find it as repugnant as I thought it would be. Just shows what I know. I can see the point Roth was trying to make - ham fisted thought it was - but I can appreciate the effort. I even enjoyed bits of it. That eye scene - fantastic! I haven't been grossed out like that in a long time (since Dylan Moran's evisceration scene in Shaun of the Dead, to be exact). It was still full of gratuitous sex and violence - I still maintain that it's torture porn, but give Roth props where props are due. I kinda want to see Hostel II now. Just kinda.
But don't tell anybody, don't want to damage my street cred. Can you dig it?
I just had a brain flash of that Chicago song, "Saturday in the Park". You know the part that goes, "Can you dig it?" and a voice sings back, "Yes. I can!"
God, I'm lame.
And, just for fun, a Shaun of the Dead holiday greeting, seeing as everyone has lost their fucking minds and already playing Christmas music on the radio. Enjoy!
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