Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Almost finished with "Hide and Shriek". And it only took me a month!


Jerk.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Evil Deadly Santa Pie

To the damn dirty perverts who somehow continue to end up at this blog by Googling sexy children and depraved babysitters who have sex in a house full of children and animal murders:

STOP!

However, if you are one of those that ends up here by Googling "clown murders", "can the police ever call the wrong number", "best friend the movie about a girl who is killed by her so called best friends", "even though it was against my wish i got in cheerleading squad", "evil killer pie", "deadly shovel" and "evil santa clause"...well, you are my people and you are always welcome here.

By the way, what the hell is a "fear street apple face"?

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Tabloid Fodder

As I was digging through my inbox, attempting to delete the scores of junk mail offering me free pizza (obviously sent from a trickster on Fear Street) and penis enhancement drugs, I came across a shining gem from reader Nick (thanks again, Nick!): a tabloid article from '95 featuring Our Fearful Master!


I love that his son never reads his books. "I'm insulted by that." Heh heh heh. Also, I find it creepy that he spies on his son and son's friends. "I spy on them. I listen to their music and I notice how they are dressing." Dude.

The photo brings about a few questions. Why are Stine's fingernails so long? Why is that skeleton wearing a cap that reads "#1 Fan"? How can you be a #1 Fan of an author if you have no eyes? Why isn't Stine looking at his #1 Fan? What IS he looking at? Did his wife just bake crullers and is now bringing them to him on his Goosebumps collectors plate? What is wrong with that skeleton's finger bones? Why is the skeleton massaging Stine's shoulder? Does the word 'boundaries' mean nothing anymore?!

HORRORS!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Ghosts of Fear Street

Since I am a lazy glob of laziness, I haven't found it in me to read any Fear Street books lately (lounging in front of the TV in my smelly old robe and destroying my bladder with copious amounts of coffee if more important, no?). Or maybe it isn't laziness...maybe I'm just sick of dry crusty lips, homicidal teenagers, and enough pizza and Coke to kill a thousand horses. Wait. What the hell am I saying?!?

Anyway, the point I am slowly trying to make is that I think I will introduce the Ghosts of Fear Street to this here blog. The Ghosts of Fear Street series, for those who are in the dark (how I envy you), are quite like Goosebumps except a) they all take place in Shadyside and b) the ghostwriters are actually given credit...even though R.L. Stine's name is splashed across the front. These are short and they're fun and they're entertaining and they will provide more mindless material for this often neglected blog. Oh yeah--AND they take place on Fear Street (kind of obvious). God forbid we stray too far from THAT slice of paradise. *sarcasm* Of course I won't be abandoning the regular Fear Street books. In fact, "99 Fear Street: The Second Horror" is right around the corner. Probably. I think. Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

I hope this new addition pleases you. If not, go jump in Fear Lake.

I love you.