Thursday, October 28, 2010

Halloweenie

















Sock it to me?

& you dare stomp on the Ohio matters, dammit! biennial bloom. Such silly seasoning's a small price to pay -- especially since I don't work Sundays & won't have to deal with internal combustion engine slow jams -- yet no matter how much the state & local asses-that-be yearn for
Cleveland is a contender to host the 2012 Democratic National Convention, at which Obama would presumably be renominated. No date for a decision on the convention city has been set.
until the distinct lack of hotel space is rectified -- stop drooling, Comic Sans, you gotta get your casino up & running first --  forget it, Marge. It didn't happen with the goopers last time 'round & it ain't happening now & for that, O indifferent cosmos, Callahoogian sentience extols thee.

In the spirit of the season, imagine the following is spoken by the late, great Vincent Price: The slimy, rotted claws of soulless bureaucrats, hideous cocktail & talking hairpiece cliques unfurl their foulest witchcraft here, this most decayed midwestern tomb of all decayed midwestern tombs, an eldritch gurgling en route to a festspielhaus choked with morbid singalongs, inhuman demagoguery, devilishly choreographed phantasmagoria & booze.

Now that's scary.

Speaking of scary



there's a review 'a-comin', once I get the CD in. Hey, where are you all going?

14 comments:

Liberality said...

Stop it, those masks are scaring me!

sunshine said...

Well, since the world is going to end in 2012, perhaps it won't matter! No point holding a convention if no ones coming. :P

((Hugs))
Laura

susan said...

There's obviously no need for me to rue the day Dr. Thompson's remains attained extra-orbital liftoff when prose this demented flows so smoothly from your keyboard.

Randal Graves said...

liberality, the lack of the Saint hurts, but Tricky Dick covers up most errors.

sunshine, didn't you hear, the Mayans might have been wrong! I just hope I don't have to wait too long, Jesus riding Quetzalcoatl's gonna be a hell of a sight to see.

susan, why do I suddenly have a hankering for back-to-back Dr. Phibes?

Charles F. Oxtrot said...

100% humor-free post here, apologies in advance. Fits the All Hallows Eve theme, though.

A few weeks back I clicked on your Frank Black gig on the right margin, and learned about Millennium for the first time. Yeah, after a childhood sucking the TV's teat, I almost never watch it these days. So I missed the show when it was on originally, just like I missed X-Files and many other shows.

I watched the first 12 episodes over the past 5 days... pretty danged good! Then I read that Carter's aim was "Se7en in Seattle" -- and Se7en is one of my favorite movies.

--Sarah N. DiPitti

Tengrain said...

Graves you swine!

An Aural attack so soon after Bach? Have you no shame, sir?

Maybe you are needed by those underaged hookers in the Bermuda Triangle afterall?

That said, I think it would be grand for the Dims to show up in Clevelandistan for a convention. Is there any way you can get Famous Ray's to seal the deal?

Regards,

Tengrain

PS - Those masks are pretty frightening, though.

Tom Harper said...

If Slayer was performing on the same day and same time as Obama's appearance, which event would you attend? Agonizing decision, no?

Randal Graves said...

charles, given the content of your comment, you're forgiven for the lack of guffawing.

Quite glad you're enjoying Millennium, a criminally underrated show. A word or three of "warning:" the first season, IMO, is the best, and with Carter stepping down as showrunner for season two (X-Files flick was the main culprit), there's a decided shift away from the serial-killer-of-the-week to more of an esoteric slant. The third and last season is a bit closer to the first in tone, but a mix. Only show I know whose vibe altered so much from year to year.

tengrain, you always try and hide your love for DsO and you always fail. The lesson is, never try.

Catering by Famous Ray's? I take back everything I said.

tom, being a fan of the darker side of the human condition, I might have to choose the pretzeldent. He *is* responsible for more corpses than the gents from Los Angeles.

S.W. Anderson said...

Randal, "slimy, rotted claws of soulless bureaucrats, hideous cocktail & talking hairpieces" notwithstanding, you have a patriotic duty to show up and show the POTUS and untold millions watching on the tube you care.

When the big day arrives, dude yourself up, tell the missus this, and the two of you hie on over to the college, ready to pay heed to the applause lines. Your country needs you.

Chef Cthulhu said...

...and smelly pirate hookers. Phantasmagoria, booze and smelly pirate hookers!

Demeur said...

Maybe they would come to Clevelanistan. I hear the hookers need the business. But save Ray's. Maybe he could cater the rethuglican convention.

S.W. Anderson said...

Demeur wrote, "But save Ray's. Maybe he could cater the rethuglican convention."

Only if his establishment is 100 percent nonunion and avoids using products from suppliers with union shops. Oh, and Ray's would have to use as much imported food and expendables as possible, preferably employing servers who are foreign guest workers. Notable exceptions: Coor's and Lone Star.

Randal Graves said...

SWA, do I have to shave?

chef, smelly? Civilized pirates use Sure or Right Guard.

demeur, Wolf Blitzer broadcasting live from Public Square. I suppose it would be a tomato-tossing opportunity.

SWA, why import when there are so many potential victims, I mean, victuals already here in the US? Bottom line, sir, bottom line.

Susan Tiner said...

I love the masks.