First off, I’m really happy that I finally scored a copy of The Video Dead, a movie that I’ve been attempting to track down for a long time now. One of the DVD vendors had it, and explained that it’s out of print and only exists on VHS and VHS-to-DVD transfers. He also had Porn of the Dead, and while I usually jump at the chance of watching any zombie movie I find, I passed on this one. The vendor was a really cool guy, and we talked zombies for quite a while before I moved along to the celebrity section.

Sid Haig was the first celebrity I talked to. He was very nice, but seemed tired. I did an interview with him for the Midnight Podcast in which he was a little less than enthusiastic, but cool nonetheless. I found out he’s seriously running for president. If I were a voter, I’d vote for him, no doubt. After that, I strolled around a while longer then left.

This afternoon, I went back and talked to Gunnar Hansen. He’s an intimidating man — large in stature and doesn’t smile much. But he’s very cool too. His interview for the podcast was definitely fun.

But the man I enjoyed talking with was Ed Neal. This guy is a character. He’s a lot of fun, constantly cracking jokes and very animated. I had a blast doing the interview — we could have gone on and on, but a crowd was gathering to talk to him, so I cut the interview short and let him carry on with his thing.

Hopefully some of the other guys I want to talk to show up this weekend — namely Kane Hodder and Tony Moran, who were nowhere to be seen so far. I also wouldn’t mind talking to Chainsaw Sally and Rodrigo from Rue Morge magazine. We’ll see.

At halftime I was ready to turn the game off and go to bed. Roethlisberger was playing like a retard. Our entire offense sucked. Only our defense kept the score reasonable, but at 13-3, things weren’t looking promising. Players were being carted out left and right — the Steelers lost nearly all their running backs, and lots of starters were injured.

You know who really needs to lay off the roids? Ray Lewis.

But the Steelers came out the second half, during which I was actually trying to fall asleep. But I resumed paying attention to the game when things had completely turned around for the Steelers. They took over, took the lead, and even made the game really exciting by taking it to overtime. And in the end they pulled it off.

I’m happy to see us beat the Ravens, mostly because the Ravens suck.

What you see here is Mr. Fudgie Fudge. He’s the mascot for a local fudge maker, and they run commercials on the local stations. It features a weird theme song . . . “Mr. Fudgie Fudge is the one I want, Mr. Fudgie Fudge is the one I crave, Mr. Fudgie Fudge is what I want, Mr. Fudgie Fudge is all the rage, it’s the best fudge, ’cause Mr. Fudgie Fudge is made fresh every day.”

I’ve tried the fudge, and have to admit it’s pretty good. But the mascot frightens the hell out of me. Like he’s going to get me alone and do something terrible to me.

Here’s a re-post from the former version of the blog — the one I wiped out completely. I’m going to start putting up some of the funnier and more interesting stuff from the old blog. What the hell.

Corey Haim, Corey Feldman, Corey Graham . . . but they never mention me because I’m not enough of a tool.

So I’ve rediscovered that fond feeling of being completely pissed off at a stupid game. Oh sure, I get pretty upset with the latest Wii games too, such as Super Mario Galaxy and MX vs ATV, but not like I got upset with 8- and 16-bit games. When I get pissed at these games, I’m brought to the point of doing something very irrational.

Like when I keep mistiming my punch against Bald Bull’s bull charge in Punch Out.

Or dying in World 1-1 in Super Mario 2.

Or being totally overcrowded with alien ships and bullets and fire and bubbles in Gradius III.

These are things that may just cause me to throw one of the end tables into my TV. Or burn the house down.

I guess that’s the only way people will actually come to own this DVD — if they give it away.

No, I didn’t see the movie. But after the slew of reviews I’ve heard and read (most of which have contained spoilers), I can confidently say that if I were to view this film by that bastard M. Night Shyamalan, I would despise his directorial efforts even worse than I do now. It’s another case of the hype of the film completely misleading people. And the meaning behind the whole film — why everything happens — is completely retarded.

I’m not going to enter the contest for this DVD. Even if someone gave me the disc for free, I wouldn’t ever watch it.

Like Jello Biafra said, there should be one more choice on every ballot: “None of the Above.” I am sure that would be the most popular choice on our ballots.

So, in order to support this, I’ve taken the picture you see here, cleaned it up, and formatted it as a printable PDF. Print them out — hang them up — mail them out — plaster the country with them.

Download the PDF.

Here’s what happened: there’s a company out there who goes around telling companies that they can get their brand name worked into the lyrics of pop songs (such as Mariah Carey, Ludacris, Pussycat Dolls, and all those other pop whores) “for the right price.” They accidentally solicited to an anti-advertising agency.

Here’s a quote that sums things up:

“It’s this desperation that advertising has come to because you can’t just tell people about your product anymore, because nobody cares. Advertisers have created this situation where they’ve made themselves obsolete. There’s too much advertising out there, so they try to find new ways to cut through the clutter that they’ve created. And this is one of those ways.” - Steve Lambert, as reported by BoingBoing.net

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll spring for this game when it comes out in November. But probably only because I can listen to new music from Les while I play.

And I’ll be damned — as I was writing this, an interview with Les and Ler (Primus) just came through my feed reader. It was done by Boing Boing, and the lady interviewing them — “Xeni” — is annoying as hell. At least Les and Ler are cool.

Beware of the retarded commercial they put in the middle of it. That’s downright annoying too — forcing that advertisement crap on me. I know it helps pay the bills and all, but come on. Boing Boing already has fifty million ads on their site as-is . . . do they really have to shove more in wherever they can?

I’ve been going by this notion lately: if there’s an ad somewhere that really bugs me — not necessarily the content of the ad itself, but even the timing/placement of the ad — I’ll make it a point to not patronize whoever the ad is for. And I’ll also badmouth the company.