I spent hours yesterday trying to find the ending for "Untitled 13," the alien whorehouse vignette, and so far it has eluded me. I'm not sure how much I actually managed to write in those hours. A paltry few hundred words. Hopefully, I'll have much better luck today. I desperately need to put this one to bed (as it were).
Last night, Spooky and I had planned to rent Mr. and Mrs. Smith, as we were in the mood for a pleasantly dumb movie in which Brad Bitt and Angelina Jolie try to kill each other (talk about writing slash). After two Blockbusters, Movies Worth Seeing, and Videodrome, we were forced to accept the obvious, that every copy in this corner of Atlanta had already been rented. So, we rented The Devil's Rejects, instead. I'd sworn again and again that I wouldn't waste my time on another Rob Zombie film. It's no secret that I thought House of 1,000 Corpses was one of worst, most infantile, most pointlessly repugnant pieces of crap ever committed to celluoid. But we rented the sequel anyway. And you can colour me impressed. I find it difficult to believe that these two films were even made by the same man. Clearly, the venerable Mr. Zombie is someone who can learn from his failures and learn fast. The Devil's Rejects gets everything right that House of 1,000 Corpses couldn't even be bothered with. It is, in fact, one of the best horror films I've ever seen. So there. Never let it be said that I'm unwilling to give an aging psychobilly rocker who wants to be a fimmaker a second chance at wowing me. I want more.
And the first person who sends me two "Captain Spaulding for President" T-shirts (one large, one XL) gets a free one-year subscription to Sirenia Digest. No fooling.
I think I've listened to Jethro Tull's "Heavy Horses" about a hundred times in the past two days. It is currently the song that's making everything a little easier. Oh, and here's something very cute — Cthulego.
Please have a look at the new eBay auctions. Silk for only $9.99. Lots of other goodies. In fact, I think I'm going to list a copy of Aberrations #27 sometime today or tomorrow, just to commemorate that first decade. Maybe also a copy of Candles for Elizabeth.