Theater of Blood

Best movie I've seen recently: Theater of Blood, starring Vincent Price. He plays a Shakespearean actor slighted by a particular circle of critics. After surviving a suicide attempt and taking command of a gang of hobos, he avenges himself by staging murder scenes from Shakespeare's plays, each ending in the actual murder of a critic. There wasn't a single thing about this movie that wasn't awesome. I've posted more stills here.

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Burger King now markets meat-scented cologne. Unlikely to attract women, but very likely to attract dogs.

I do like Eddie Izzard, but the connection Netflix is making seems dubious.

Please listen to these songs by Jonathan Halper. They're used as the soundtrack to Kenneth Anger's short film Puce Moment (short film in the sense that it's all that he finished of a longer film he meant to make called Puce Women) on Fantoma's collection, The Films of Kenneth Anger, Vol. 1. They're blowing my mind right now. And the song "I Am a Hermit" seems fairly in line with the theme of this blog.

Unrelated, I don't know why I love T-Pain so much.

Subbing is the easiest job I've ever had. I just sit at home all day and look at the internet. Admittedly, I'm not being paid very much for it.

Paul (my cat) is being really cute right now. I wish you could see it.

For the first time, I had to sit through a company Christmas party (not mine, obviously, because you have to have a job to have a company Christmas party). It made me feel old. And weird. And drunk (mostly because of all the free booze I drank). I got to hear lots of stories about the company (a driver's training program) and about people's kids. The ones about the kids were way worse.

But I got a free meal and I got to sit at a table with a Marisa Tomei look-alike. I guess I came out about even.

Question (First posed by Austin Powers): Who throws a shoe?
Answer: Iraqi journalist, Muntadhar al-Zaidi, straight at George Bush's head.

See the BBC for slow motion video.