In today’s rotten world filled with busy-bodies, joy-kills and bring-downs, everything must be for everyone always. What happens when you try to make everybody happy? That’s right, NOBODY IS HAPPY. I know I’m not. Halloween is withering on a vine growing out of a cracked sidewalk in an abandoned strip mall in a decaying suburb. I blame the religious jerks, nervous moms and liberals who’s dogma is protecting feelings of mankind. Sure, we still give out candy, but now we do it from our goddamned car trunks in a parking lot where laziness and paranoia are on a collision course hellbent on killing our future generations fun. Denying our children fear will just create useless killbots for our future wars.
Anyway, here’s some pretty amazing illustrations from the greatest Disney attraction in the world, The Haunted Mansion. BOO and Happy Halloween!
I bet you didn’t expect a fright like that 15 days and 9 hours before Halloween, did you?
Join Adam & Erin during the spookiest time of the month in the midst of the spookiest time of the year on a little satanic show called 9sense.
On this chilling episode, our ghosts, err, hosts discuss mysterious misanthropia, spine-chilling serial killers and boo-bathing. It will scare the hell out of you.
Stick around for a little Down to the Crossroads too. This months theme is jinxes and how Erin hates jinxes to pieces. The playlist is available here, if the show is just too darn terrifying for your God-fearing ear-holes.
For most kids, it meant dressing up like their favorite superhero, or space alien, or hobo. And candy! For me, it meant panic attacks, stress-induced bloody noses, and crying jags. And fuckin’ candy! I was a fat kid, which explains the costume drama and the love of candy.
Now, the love for candy was directly proportional to my hatred for dressing up. It was full blown bullshit and ugliness, hot and wet cheeked hyperventilating conniption fits. I didn’t like it, I didn’t get a kick out of it, I barely tolerated it.
Hey, Lattateers in Oberlin Ohio! You guys listening to Tania Boster and Shouting Thomas Torment‘s rock n’ roll radio show every Tuesday night at 10? You should. These too cool-for school ghouls spin tunes for graverobbin’ hepcats such as yourselves on WOBC 91.5.
Not in Oberlin, you say? Hit up my good fiends on facebook for the downloadable version like I do. Remember, rock n’ roll isn’t dead, just the best rock n’ rollers are.
Who says Disney cartoons can’t be funny? Well, usually me, but this is a rare exception. From what I’ve heard, Disney kept 1995’s Runaway Brain out of circulation because of its use of an “evil Mickey” and the comedic death of the professor.
How many de-programmings does it take to remove Top Cat’s urge for a bit of the ultra-volence? The world may never know, but that want stop Officer Dibble. Josh Latta’s Hanna Barbara infused mash-ups have been some of the most popular Halloweirdos. We love’um. Hope he’s not secretly programming us to do his evil biddings.
Face front, ghoul believers! Erin’s got Halloween in the treat bag with her latest spook-themed ‘Down to the Crossroads’ segment on Adam Campbell’s bedeviled show, 9sense.
Man, those old blues musicians sure loved the hell out of the black arts. They just couldn’t get enough ghosts n’ shit. Don’t take my poorly written word for it, though, take it from my favorite witchy woman, on this, such a hexcellent day.
Now, sit back and relax with your favorite spirits and a bowl of candy corn, then give ‘Down to the Crossword’ a spin before it’s too late, mortals. Mwaahahahah!
Suicide attempts. Hooded executions. Killer mice. This Chuck Jones cartoon from 1948 featuring a rare pairing of Porky and Sylvester has got it all.
‘Scaredy Cat’ is probably the most horrific of the Looney Tunes cannon, so it’s no wonder that the Moms of the world as well as the suits have made short work of it’s original form and it’s been airing censored for eons. Way to spoil the fun, jerks. Any kid that offs himself because of a cartoon cat deserves to be taken out of this mortal coil.
At any rate, here it is in it’s uncut form thanks to the brave men and women of Romania as well as my pal Chad Kesegi for finding this lil’ gem for me.
Ah, prohibition-era Atlantic City… a place where women were women and men were monsters.
Richard Harrow is the tragically disfigured war veteran and desperately loyal friend to Boardwalk Empire’s prodigal son Jimmy. He’s a cold-blooded killer for hire, but that tin-mask that hides his mangled face does little to hide the poor soul just desperate for acceptance. He believes himself to be a monster, but we know better, don’t we? Behind the mask of every monster lays a tortured man. Or is it the other way around? Well, either way… if Richard shows up on your doorstep and rings the doorbell, I’d think twice before answering it, he’s probably not trick-or-treating. You can find lots of treats in the land of Latta.