His Step-Dad’s A Real Sucker

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

While visiting Planet Comicon this weekend, I passed by the booth of a couple of Kansas City filmmakers.  The film they were pimping?

My Step-Dad’s A Freakin’ Vampire!

Who can resist a title like that?  This, I must say, adds a slightly bloodier menace to the role of step-pop than even what Terry O’Quinn brought to the screen in his entirely creepy performance in 1987’s  The Stepfather.  Plus, the effects look spectacular, especially coming from a group who doesn’t have the financial backing of a major studio:

That’s pretty impressive, and it comes from a Kansas City chapter of horror fans .  I’m looking forward to seeing this when it comes out in May.

Is Your Sugar Being Vendored?

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

The gals from Softee have graced us with video.  Watch Unicorn Poo on bass and lead vocals, Chihuahua Freak on guitar, Happy Doodle Land on the rockabilly cello, and I-Don’t-Have-A-Blog Meems on the skins:

My only complaint is that, once again, I’m not performing with them. They shall rue the day they rejected my silver harmonica! Rue!  Until then, enjoy the video.

Hey, Michael, Stay In The Boat And Leave the Shore Alone

Tuesday, October 21st, 2008

Remember when Michael Jackson was the bestest best-selling artist of all time and smashed all types of barriers (financial and racial); remember when he was a red leather jacket-wearing trend setter who singularly propped up the zipper industry for most of the early ’80s; and remember when the scariest thing about him was his habit of wearing white socks with dark shoes, thereby hinting to us that he was more like our grandparents than either of them truly suspected?

Yeah, me, too.

On the other hand, the zombie arm falling off is still pretty damn funny:

We miss you, Early ’80s Michael.  You big weirdo.

Big Damn Picture

Tuesday, October 14th, 2008

Not much to say today, but here’s a Big Damn Picture of Auggy’s first time on the swing:

Where You When OP Died?

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

We’ve all done it: we’ve been happily jamming to a tune at high volume in our car, windows down, when we roll up to a red light and find a bunch of people staring at us.  Apparently, not everyone is convinced Barry Manilow’s Can’t Smile Without You is a rip-roaring song worthy of blast-level sound.  To some, this is an embrassing reveal of our souls, to others–espeically those of us in  high school way back in the mid-’90s–it was a great opportunity to pull up next to a hapless red light victim and start blasting away the first few lyrics of this song:

Ah… Lion.  You were like Dokken wannabes.  And those in the cars next to us (for yes, I had cohorts) were okay with the heavy metal-ish chords which started off the song.  But when Lion sang “Transformers!” it ain’t nothing but a baleful gaze they sent our way.

Anyway, speaking of  youth, there are some world events where the announcements of such blaze a marker in your mind so deep and so permanent that you know exactly where you were when you heard, say, about JFK’s death (not me; I wasn’t even daddy’s little squirt or mama’s little egg bunch at the time), or the Challenger explosion (walking the hall at my elementary school when someone shouted that news bit out–I thought they were joking).  Perhaps the tragedy that loomed the largest in my pre-pubescent days wasn’t a political event, or a space shuttle kaboom.

No, it was the announcement of this scene:

Poor, poor Optimus Prime.  Hasbro, in a cynical attempt to sell new toys, actually created an entire movie (Orson Welle’s last flick, by the way) to showcase the death of its old line.  Numerous familiar robots were slain to make room for the newer, sleeker generation, and it caught all of us Transformer fans by surprise.  Expecting a rocking movie of bent and burnt metal, we were forced to face the reality that, yes, even Optimus Prime is expendable when corporate greed comes a-knockin’.

So, where was I?  In my classroom, a victim of a loud-mouth spoiler who rushed in to tell everyone Prime had passed.  I didn’t want to see the movie–I had to see the movie–I hated the movie–I own the movie.

Now, where were you when Optimus Prime died?

Yet Another Baby Video

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008

I’m not sure I ever really planned to turn this blog into a repository of baby photos and videos, but I realized something last night about the old saw of inviting people over to your house for dinner and boring them with slides of your vacation: With the Internet and whatnot, the power to bore has been increased a billionfold as your audience has grown to limitless numbers.

It’d be irresponsible to not use that power.  And me, you know me, I’m anything but irresponsible. I mean, I couldn’t tell you where my son is at this exact moment, no, but I do know where his latest YouTube video is:

Before Parenthood

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Now that I’ve finally uploaded a few videos to YouTube, here’s what the Insta-Princess and I did before Auggy made his appearance.  Also, it’s got a beat and you can dance to it:

It’s Difficult…

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

… to tell which of the two of us is the smarter one. Especially when you consider the silly things you say to an infant. On the other hand, I’m proud to be the first person to introduce him to the phrase “hookers and blow”.