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Skank you very much

Recently the Amazon gods bestowed upon me gifts of incalculable value. First and foremost, big thanks to the person who got me the Monster Nation book. You can never go wrong with zombie fiction! Woot!

monster nation

By the way, if the person who sent me Monster Nation could send me a quick email, I’d really appreciate it. I just want to say thanks.

I was also quite happy to get the perfect shirt in which to consume nog:

eggnog shirt

Thanks Bekah! Bekah was also kind enough to inform me that I shouldn’t under any circumstances try to eat the shirt.

Finally, tfg sent me this, with the understanding that I would be eating some of it.

eggnog candle

Thanks for the candle, jerkass.

For those of you interested in meeting me in the emergency room, I’ll be eating this candle on Saturday evening, December 9th. I’ll be sure to have an hilarious post, or an obituary, up on Monday. And for the record, I want my headstone to read, “He loved his nog like he loved his women, thick and frothy.”

No wait, that sounds horrible. How about, “He loved his zombies like he loved his women, dead and shambling.”? No. That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.

Died Tragically Rescuing His Family From The Remains Of A Destroyed Sinking Battleship“? Nah, it’s been done.

It’ll probably just be, “Please don’t urinate on this headstone. Thank you, The Management.”

Seriously, he used the term “like pumping a bag of maggots”

I’m not the type of person who does a lot of reading. I can walk into a record store and spend hours flipping through used CDs, leave the store empty-handed, and still feel like my time was well spent. I can go to a video store, pick “Stealth“, watch it, be consciously aware that I chose to turn my brain off, and not have a problem with it. With books, though, it becomes a different issue. Because of my obsessive compulsive nature I have to finish any book that I start. Because I got my degree in Literature, I analyze every book I read as I read it. And because 90% of all books in bookstores and libraries are schlock, I prefer to only read recommendations from friends, and never actually go in one of those buildings, for fear that I’ll start reading a crap book and be unable to not finish it.

Since I’ve been with Mrs. ACW, who reads constantly and has been known to make trips to the library on consecutive subsequent days, I’ve started taking risks again, and choosing books off the shelves. At first I was only reading books by authors with whom I was already familiar. Then I started reading the novels behind some of my favorite movies. And finally I started picking a few books off of Mrs. ACW’s stack if she said that she thought I would like them.

So last week I did something that I haven’t done since I was about 12. I picked a book because it looked interesting, and because I thought I would get at least a little interest out of it, without having any knowledge about the book.

I’ve been reading this book called Mondo Zombie, and it’s so terrible that I think I’m going back to not checking any books out of the library anymore.

And I know what you’re thinking, “Mondo Zombie? How could you lose? You love zombies!” And it’s true; I do love zombies. It’s the necrophilia that’s starting to bother me.

“But ACW, you also love necrophilia. You have a tag for it. It’s at the top of this post.” To clarify, I don’t love necrophilia. You will not find a stronger supporter for necrophilia who doesn’t personally engage in it than me. I find it revolting, to be completely blunt, so when the first story in the book featured it prominently I thought, “Well, at least we got that out of the way,” only to find that most of the stories in the book feature as a central plot tenet the horrifying act of boning the bejeezus out of a corpse.

“Well, at least there’s no incest, right? Right? Please say there’s no incest.” I wish I could. I really wish I could. Those stories that don’t hope to inspire raging hard-ons for doing the “decomposing dirty-dirty” instead hope to inspire the same via inter-familial conjugality. But that’s not all! One mouth-breathing author hoping to create award-winning short-fiction weaves a tale that seems to steal its characters from “Kids” and its plot from that episode of the X-Files where the hillbillies keep their quadruple-amputee mother on a board under a bed until they’re ready to roll her out and rape her again. Add to that the element of zombified sex-slavery, and throw in a dash of “Deliverance“, and you have the single-most appalling tale in the whole sordid collection: necrophilia/zombie incest.

I don’t know the people who wrote these stories, and I don’t want to know these people. Their writing is bad and they should feel bad. The worst part is that all the stories are so derivative of Romero’s movies that they all end up running together and sounding the same. And because the other thread that runs through each story besides necrophilia is someone being zombified via a bite to the peener. Every story!

So, if you’re a perverted, living-in-your-parent’s-basement type who gets off on terrible writing about two undead siblings banging the crap out of each other, this is the book for you. Or, if you’re insulating your home for the winter, this book weighs in at a hefty 400-plus pages, so it’s great for shredding and blasting into your walls to use as insulation.

Meme of fours

Tagged by Supafine

4 jobs in your life

Record store slave
Student employee
Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence Crisis Counselor
Lifeguard

4 movies you could watch over and over

Triplets of Belleville
Office Space
Evil Dead 2
The Royal Tenenbaums

4 tv shows you love to watch

Mythbusters
Dirty Jobs
The Simpsons
Futurama

4 places you have lived

Catonsville, Maryland
Charles Village, Baltimore, Maryland
Glen Burnie, Maryland
That’s it

4 places you have been on vacation

Paris, France
Ocean City, Maryland
Outer Banks,, North Carolina
Finger Lakes, New York

4 websites you visit daily

wordsmith.org
boingboing.net
tbogg.blogspot.com
thismodernworld.com

4 of your favorite foods

buttered rye toast
bacon
crabs
beer

4 places you’d rather be right now

on a plane to anywhere
in a car to anywhere
on a hot, sunny beach
at home canoodling with ACWF

4 bloggers you are tagging
friends
don’t let
friends
do memes

Thanks

I’m not really sure how to deal with being a finalist for the Most Humorous Blog award for the 2006 Best of Blogs award thing. For one thing, there are some other folks who I think would have been much better choices for the finals because they crack me up on a daily basis, while I continue to make jokes about poop. Dick and fart jokes are my bread and butter. Those other bloggers who should have been in the finals are all class. At the same time I seem to put the “ass” in “class”.

I guess this all is my way of saying, “Shucks, I’d be honored if you voted for me, even though you’re probably hilariouser than I am.”

My opponents might try to “Swift Boat” me, but I’m going to stop them from doing that here and now by admitting something to you, the voting public. Yes, I manually masturbate animals for a living. Yes, I do it while in full kabuki attire. Yes, I frequently kill puppies and kittens on my way to work and eat a fresh, human baby (white) for lunch each day. Yes, I take time off for Satanic holidays. Yes, I love my job.

Just like Jesus, but he delivers pizzas

Sometimes your world goes grey. Everything seems like a chore. Nothing you do is fulfilling in any way. Food tastes bland, your life is boring, and you can’t shake an overwhelming feeling of dread.

Life has you by the nuts, and you can’t help but notice that Life’s hands are cold. Cold and unfriendly. Cold, and unfriendly, and tying you down so that you can’t move when Life decides to jump on your balls with ugly platform disco shoes with dead fish in the heels.

No, I haven’t seen Hostel yet. Why do you ask?

However, every now and then somebody comes along and does something so nice, and so unexpected, that you can’t help but think the world is a better place.

So, Mr. Snay, thank you for sending me this. It’s awesome, and you’ve restored my faith in humanity. May your tips be nothing but fellatio and handfuls of twenties for the rest of your days.

Holiday Wrap-Up

As opposed to giving you a wrap-up of the holidays, droning on and on, paragraph after paragraph, describing in ridiculous detail the gifts I received, I will instead do a quick wrap-up of all the movies I watched over the holidays.

Dead and Breakfast- David Carradine from Kung Fu and Diedrich Bader from Drew Carey does not a B-Horror movie make. However, a zombified, hillbilly, lyrics-slinging narrator does.

The Skeleton Key- This movie should be renamed, “The Movie Where No One is Ever Around” with a brief synopsis being, “Kate Hudson keeps going to different places where there aren’t any people, and then asks if anyone is there.”

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy- I thought it was great, but can understand why it didn’t do well. British humor doesn’t really reach a US audience when the humor is surrounded by special effects and quickened to a Hollywood pace. Also, Mos Def is the shit.

Unforgiven- Synopsis: 30 people die because a cowboy has a smal penis. Bravo Mr. Eastwood. Bravo.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind- Jim Carrey’s “Truman Show” for 2004. Now he can go back to throwing feces with the other monkeys for a year.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose- Also titled “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, (and by Special Victims we mean a girl who was “possessed”)”. Who knew courtroom drama could mingle so flawlessly with horror?

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, BBC series- Extremely true to Douglas Adams’ books, but sweet merciful crap did this series move slowly. I’ve seen molasses going uphill in February move more quickly.

Futurama: Monster Robot Maniac Fun- Matt Groening’s picks of his favorite episodes. Still baffles me why Fox pulled the BEST CARTOON THAT HAS EVER BEEN MADE off the air.

The Mummy- An hilarious movie that mocks multiple genres.

The Mummy Returns- An hilarious, yet failed, attempt to recreate the cleverness of The Mummy.

The Scorpion King- The Rock is a SUPER-BADASS. Move makes no attempt to tie itself thematically to the other two movies that created it. Way to go Scorpion King writers/idiots.

King Kong- *WARNING* SPOILERS AHEAD, READ THIS INSTEAD.
King Kong was cool, but I could have done without the sex scene. Seriously, did they really need a close-up of a giant ape penis? I didn’t think so either. Also, did anyone else notice that Kong bit off the T. Rex’s tongue when they were wrestling? That shit was badass.

Answers part 4

From Freedom Girl: Have you ever cut your own hair? What were the results?
Yes, I cut my own hair in the first grade. When we were younger my mom always cut our hair, and I hated the feeling of the hairs falling on my face and ears. I figured the problem was that my hair kept growing, so I took a pair of scissors and trimmed off the sides above my ears and the front. Apparently I looked like an asylum patient. My mom had to trim it down pretty short to get it to look even.

What album are you afraid to admit you own?
I’m not afraid to admit I own any album, but I am quite embarrassed by an EP that I purchased. It’s the Tubthumping single by Chumbawumba. I even told people that I got so tired of my car that I threw it out the window, but I actually have it stored away in all its pop-culture glory.

Do you play any musical instuments?
No. I make up a lot of songs about ACWF, and Sherlock, and I sing them as they pop into my mind. I sing about the things I see, kind of like Randy Newman. I used to fake-play the violin in middle school. I consisted of me dragging the bow back and forth just above the strings so I wouldn’t make any terrible noises.

Does this look infected?
Actually, that looks gangrenous. Better check for maggots.

From Neckbone: Are you willing to admit that the unfinished, carpetless spot on the floor between your kitchen and livingroom will go forever unfinished?
Let me put up a picture so that everyone can be in on the joke. Here. Yes, I admit that it will probably always remain unfinished.

What’s better against zombies (my son asked me to ask you this- it’s true): a field hockey stick, a cricket bat or a [wooden] baseball bat?
I’m going to go with the field hockey stick. I believe that it’s about as long as the other two, which is an important factor to consider, but the benefit of the feild hockey stick is that it’s lighter, giving you the advantage of speed, and it’s got that little curly cue on the end, which is perfect for cranial penetration. Remember, the goal here is to destroy the brain. My other suggestion is to go with the weapon with which you are most comfortable. In that case, I’d pick the bat.

From KimC: Have you ever fallen asleep during a movie (not at home)?
Never. Like I mentioned as an aswer to another question, I love movies. I’ve never fallen asleep during a movie. Though I was tempted to during “Ali”. Could that biopic have BEEN any longer?

Do you read the directions first or just dive into putting things together?
I always read the directions first, which I why I get so pissed off when it STILL doesn’t go together properly. Stupid piece of crap blinds.

Can you sew on a button and hem/repair your own jeans? Yes I can. I learned how to sew when I was in the Boy Scouts (no, no one molested me, but yeah, it’s a funny joke and you’re the first one who has ever thought of it, way to go, you’re cool). I think the hem job might be a little bit messy, but if I took my time and had a decent sewing machine, I could get the job done.

From NPR Junkie: if you and the lovely ACWF do consider taking a kitty friend for Sherlock (see Glitzy above) would you consider taking Lilly (one of my 9)?
We think we might have to take on a kitten, because Sherlock seems to be a loner type cat, and I think another grown cat would threaten him.

Why do people say “dry run”? And, why is there no corresponding “wet run”? I did about 2 minutes of research trying to find out from where this term would have originated, and the results seem to be varied between fire fighters doing dry runs versus wet runs, or artillery practices with dry firing and wet firing as a connotation to sexual activity.

More from Doug: I’d like to add chiansaw to Neckbones question about Zombies.
A chainsaw would be nice, but it has the tendency to get stuck in the bone and muscle. It would probably work best on older reanimated corpses. Also, chainsaws require gas or electricity, a commodity which will surely become rapidly scarce as the dead arise. I wouldn’t want to rely on such a thing.

Some other questions, I was interrupted before since I do all this while at work:
Lights on or lights off?
Lights off. Wait, are you talking about in general, or during sex? I like to keep the lights off at work and at home until it becomes impossible to see anything. My eyes are kind of sensitive to light, so I like to keep them off. During sex I have no preference, but it’s nice to have some light so you can see what’s going on.

What is your favorite book?
Hmm, this is a tough question. I can’t think of my favorite book of all time right now, but I can tell you that I’m a fan of the Chronicles of Narnia. I always liked how C. S. Lewis skipped over all the fluffy stuff in a book (and broke the 4th wall by doing so) and always got into the story quickly. He doesn’t dilly dally, he’s just a good story-teller.

Why do cats always land on their feet?
Cats always land on their feet for the same reason humans always try to land on their feet: because it’s easier to control your landing. Cats are much more adept and turning their bodies in mid-fall to prepare to land on their feet. Humans are not, partially because we’re bipedal, frequently oriented to land on their feet.

From Dancinfairy: You’ve been out drinking last night and you feel really rough. What do you do to make yourself feel better? Lots of water, pain relievers, junk food, a couch to lay on, and a marathon of mindless programming (world’s strongest man competition, lumberjack competition, Most Extreme Elimination Challenge, etc.).

More from Common Wombat: Masturbation:
“Fun for the whole family,” or “Not just for breakfast anymore?”
I’d say, “Fun for a family breakfast!”

Speaking of masturbation, if you were (ahem) jerkin’ it, and you had to fantasize about one of the Golden Girls, which one would you choose and why? I never really watched the Golden Girls, so I’m not sure which is which, but I’m going to go ahead and say, the youngest one. That’s got to be the best answer, right. Is the youngest one like a triple amputee or something? Man, I never pick the right one.

Finally, if you were forced to kill one member of your immediate family, who would get the axe?
Oh, mokiejovis, easily. He’s a douche. Have I not mentioned this before? We had to go to court about it. “Can’t threaten family members with wood-chipper” my ass.

This is the best idea ever. Everybody’s coming up with great questions.
Yeah, I agree.

Baltimore’s American Dime Museum is closing!

David Wellington, author of the zombie-licious Monster trilogy, just noted that Baltimore’s own American Dime Museum is closing its doors at the end of the month!

This museum has been on my and Imported Wife’s to do list for months, if not years, but we never got around to going. Lord knows I’ll be getting off of my sorry ass and heading to 1808 Maryland Avenue, Baltimore, MD 21201 before the end of the month.

No way am I missing on an opportunity to see one of the few remaining museums of oddities before it’s gone!




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