This week’s distraction that kept me from other things: The Ghostbusters Video Game. Totally worth it. It is awesome to get to be a Ghostbuster. Plus, I got the chance to bust that library ghost woman from the first movie, thus getting her back for creeping out a young PDR in his impressionable youth. Take that, Old Lady!

Now I want someone to make a video game of Filmation’s Ghostbusters as competition for the other one. Then we can fight ghosts in the future as well.

Haiku!

The dead rise from Hell.
Usually, that’s not so great.
But today, it’s cool.

Also, my website is getting a whole bunch of spam coming after it again. I’m certain that this website is among those least useful for advertising things, but apparently I was wrong because I’ve had to shut off comments on a bunch of old posts just to keep up with the spamming. Spam knows better than me, I suppose.

I guess I will review modern entertainment.

I’ve been watching Conan’s new Tonight Show lately. I have always loved Conan, but towards the end of his Late Night run, I wasn’t watching as often as I once did. I guess I just didn’t care. But I tuned in for his last week, which was awesome and his first two weeks with the new show are also awesome. I love having Andy back, even though at least two of his attempts at having his own show were quite good and I would have lived him to still be there. Nonetheless Andy and Conan back together awakens my memories of watching Conan when I should have been sleeping for school and all that. Though Joel as announcer is missed just because he always seemed willing to do whatever they wanted him to do in a sketch. Not that Andy isn’t willing to debase himself for comedy. Ah well. And when I caught the fact that the Max Weinberg Seven was no longer called by that name, I thought maybe some of the band had left. Not so. They’ve simply added James Wormsworth, who used to just be a fill-in member of the Seven. Fine with me. All in all, it’s a lot like a familial group being back together and it feels right to me.

Then again, one of the things that got me to stop caring enough to find Conan online every day before is still there. In the monologue (and occasionally the sketches as well), I only get about half the pop culture references. I can’t be bothered to follow the careers of celebrities I don’t care about just to get jokes.

Also, this week I saw Drag Me To Hell, which was a quality horror with comedic vibe. I’ll end up buying that one, I would say. The writer or director or someone involved really seems to have an oral fixation, though, that is obvious.

I enjoyed seeing the images from Geocities a few posts back there and felt I needed to get more images and stuff on this here site of mine. When I was going through the stuff I managed to salvage from my old computer I found a little thing I’d done that I don’t remember ever putting on the late, lamented Contains2 Comics Page. Here it is.

In other news, I was thinking the other day that a shaved horse would probably look really weird, but then it occurred to me that their hair isn’t that long anyway. I don’t know if a shaved horse would be freaky or if I’d just barely notice. Someone needs to find out for me.

Those of you who follow my life religiously and commit every detail to memory will recall the time I got hassled by the fuzz for just walking at night a couple years back. It just happened again. Once again I use this site as a place to log my time on the wrong side of the law.

There were some differences beyond it being two years later, of course. Take a moment to familiarize yourselves with the details of the old case and I will compare. This time I was dressed in all kinds of black clothing again, but instead of the rebel insignia, I was wearing a shirt with the Venture Brothers logo designed to look like a skull. I was stopped in front of the same gas station as before, but there was no backup. And instead of an attractive woman, the cop was a man. Still pretty attractive though, if you’re into that sort of thing. And I got some details on exactly why I was being questioned. Apparently it went beyond walking around a four in the morning. Get this: A man around my height with dark clothing has been, wait for it, Exposing Himself To People. I match the description of a Flasher.

You know, trenchcoats have a bad reputation, but usually I just have put up with the stereotype of dressing like all those idiot school shooters and psychotic loners and stuff. I mean, sure, I’ve had people comment on flashers wearing trenchcoats before, but generally that negative stereotype of we trenchcoat wearers is mentioned only occasionally. Now, the copper said the flasherman was wearing “dark clothes” so I don’t even know if he actually was wearing a trenchcoat himself or not. Either way, I hope he’s freakin’ happy making it just that much harder for people like me to wear trenchcoats and not be evil and suspicious looking.

Oh well. Stay tuned for the next adventure of PDR vs. RCMP, whenever it may occur.

From a look around the Internet and even in newspapers it would appear that Archie has chosen Veronica over Betty. Now, that is not the choice I would have made in his shoes, but no matter what the Internet says I doubt that this choice will truly be ending the long running triangle that has sustained that particular franchise forever. As much as I like to see Status Quo oriented corporate-owned things take risks rather than grow stagnant, I don’t think Archie is really going to do it. But still, Betty is like… Way Better. It’s almost a choice between good and evil and Betty is good. I mean c’mon, it’s the Veronicas of the world holding us back. Archie is an idiot. Of course, following the newspaper strip I’ve barely see Betty around for months but Veronica is always there. Archie is an idiot…

Haiku!

Cavemen from beyond.
They have seen the Milky Way.
And Now They Are Back!

During the time I was without computer and then without web site I had to put aside my plans to offer up some comments on the new Star Trek movie, so here’s the digest version.

I liked the movie. Of the new cast, Kirk is my least favorite. He’s alright, but he’s just not quite there. The new McCoy is almost eerily like the old McCoy and was thus awesome. Chekov was like an adorable little child. I like seeing aliens that look a little bit more alien, though they’re generally just standing around in crowd scenes. The plot was not all that smart. People spoke about Red Matter like I was supposed to have any idea what that was. And the villain didn’t engage me all that much. I bet the sequel will be able to weave a better tale. In this there were some coincidences to get the cast together that were a little bit distracting. A sequel won’ have that need to get them together, so it can pick up with awesome right away. Still, this was a fun movie.