The website for the film based on my horror writing — EXQUISITE CORPSE — has now gone live! I’m very impressed with what Jim Minton and crew are doing. I bet you’ll be, too. There’s an awful lot of talent involved. Please check it out!

UPDATE, 8/22: The trailer for the film is now running on the film’s website!

UPDATE, 8/27: We’re developing a myspace page for the film with updates on screenings, stills from the film and more…and it wants to be your friend!

More on Exquisite Corpse, from previous posts: see the movie poster and still from “The Scab”.

Here’s some wacky nonsense that for some inexplicable reason addicted me for hours. The idea is to restore the fabric of space and time — and heavy metal itself — by swinging a strange swinging object around a series of constellations before the universe implodes. The opening introduction is not to be missed and I dare say this crazy game is quite a challenge!

Rock and Roll Apocalypse

This ridiculopathic treatment is brought to you courtesy of humorist Mark Arenz. Check out his funny site at ridiculopathy.com

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Though you’re likely to drool when you pronounce the word carefully, the term “lugubrious” doesn’t have as much to do with loogies, goo, grubs, or brie as you might assume. “Lugubrious” describes maudlin mourning, exaggerated sorrow, excessive gloominess…or simply the emotional state of mankind in the year 2006. It should be an emo metal band; I’d like to see Lugubrious written in drippy letters on a soiled black t-shirt. “Bela Lugubrious” would also make a good title for either a Bauhaus song or a splatterporn actor. And anyone named Lou Gubrias should sue his parents for libel.

hippie vampires look the worst
because they refuse to Lugosi
their hair back with pomade;
they sit cross-legged beside their
broken coffins and tie-dye
their funeral garb into spirographic florals
of mold and mud, tripping on homegrown
shockwhite graveyard mushrooms,
believing they’re good vegetarians
until the thirst for human blood
animates their groovy shambling
and like stoned-out stone-cold soldiers
they hunt hungry for a feast of friends;
“make blood, not war,” some cry and
they bite men in the spirit of free love –
their undead heads slurping in shadows
that no longer see summer or sunshine
forever young

“After being struck on the head by an axe, it is a positive pleasure to be beaten about the body with a wooden club.”
– Anonymous (Chinese Proverb)

+ Dramatize an electroshock therapy session in second person, future tense.
+ Sketch a humorous conversation involving the devil’s accountant.
+ Adapt the features and traits of any cartoon character into a “real” creature or man, exploring the freakish results. (e.g. What would a “Spongebob Squarepants” creature >really< be like, if living flesh in the real world? Write it out, obliterating the original reference to the cartoon in the process.)

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