For some reason the Sinatra song that’s life just popped into my head.
There’s a lot zooming around in the noggin’, and no linear thought patterns to keep them from assaulting my mouth region.
I’m moving to a condo soon. It’s an exciting if not exhausting process. Painting the place now, and will be moved in with the lady love by March 1st.
Been reading John Dies at the End. I started the book after I saw the film a month ago, and loved it. JDATE is great. Talk about like minds. David Wong seems to have the ADD too. I’ll probably go straight from JDATE to This Book is Full of Spiders: Seriously Dude Don’t Touch it.
I read an interview with Wong, and I credit it with getting me back into working on my first book. He talked about not sitting on a book, but getting feedback on the work. Specifically he said to release it on the internet, but an editor I’ve found said not to until its found a home. Been sending it out to friends for feedback though. Let’s face it, for the past few years I’ve also sent it to total strangers. I just think it’s funny.
I definitely have a deranged sense of humor.
Even in its early stages I feel like it’s still entertaining, and you get a good sense of the book.
So I found an editor, and am accumulating the funds right now to have it edited. This of course is so I can release it. I’ve been putting it off for so long. So, expect a release sometime in 2026.
I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction to the show Supernatural now that it’s on Netflix instant. I used to make fun of the show before I’d watched it. I’d hear them talk about watching it on Dinner For Fiends, and would think, “who would watch that lame ass show?” So color me a hypocrite, I was wrong. It’s amazingly entertaining. Think of a dumbed down X-Files starring ex-soap opera actors who look like male models.
I plan to start toying with more audio recording stuff in an attempt to record my very first Ruination with my own monotone, mumbly voice! Get pumped! Haven’t decided what to ruin yet.
I used Skype for the first time the other day. If anyone wants to Skype with me hit me up via personal messaging on Facebook.
Had a story called In Sickness and in Health published in a web magazine called Surreal Grotesque. They’d already published my story Casual Sex much to my amazement. Casual Sex is easily my most fucked up short story.
I’ve heard I might have Casual Sex put into a best of collection by the editor of Surr G. Oh Daniel William Gonzales, you’re too good to me. (April 10th, 2013: It was put in the best of Surreal Grotesque! Aliens, Sex & Sociopaths
Plan to do an article about three scary stories with boxes for Women in Horror Month! Kidding, not that kind of box…the regular kind.
Speaking of, look for my third In Honor of Women in Horror Month Screwed up Screenshots to be up soon. (March 4th, 2013: So I goofed, and forgot to post one. Look for one next year!) And wait for the drama to follow. I have two female sets of friends both pro and anti Women in Horror Month, so it should be entertaining once it goes live!
I’m off to listen to the new Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Just watched the uncensored video for Jubilee Street. Ray Winstone stars in it. Check it out. Later sickos.
It’s back, after…shit has it really been almost a year? Truth told, it’s because these things are a real bitch to write. Also, I am a master of procrastination. I’ve got all sorts of movies to review I haven’t bothered with, and the self publishing probably won’t actually begin until something absurd like 2014.
So, to recap, here’s what these RUINATION posts are. I watch a show, and take notes. That’s it. It would probably be easier if you watched the episode, as otherwise you won’t know what I’m directly referencing. But, it’s not entirely necessary.
In the mean time… Its time to ruin what I love.
So right away, we have strippers. And Rob Zombie. But, it isn’t a Rob Zombie film. Thank Bejebus.
These dancers are pretty jacked. I never noticed that when I watched this in 1996, at the tender age of… 12, holy fuck balls, I watched this at 12?!
And here comes the crazy. And the NIN. This soundtrack is so 90s. Where are my huge baggy pants, my can of Surge, and my chili cheese fries from Flamers (are those still in malls?).
Walls are bleeding again, great, now the clean up guy has to clean up blood, and splooge.
Quick cuts of this blondie dancing in fire. Hawt. Ugh, such a creepy shot, this dude with just his weird, scarred face and mouth, talking about this woman in a lake of fire.
Mom, I’d like you to meet my new boyfriend. Isn’t he dreamy?
Well, I’m done with this, tune in next year when…kidding.
The theme song to Millenium is great. Mark Snow, you done done it again.
Who cares? Really, it’s so 90s.
It’s Frank and fam in the car.
Oh Frank, you had it painted. But why yellow Frank?
Frank, can you come here. There’s something up here. It’s smooches. Got ya.
This is sweet. Too bad I know where this episode takes a turn to.
Howdy neighbor! Oh, Seattle, this is even more 90s now!
Frank’s a consultor. He consults investigators, on where the rest of the body parts went. Oh, wrinkle face, I love ya.
Hahaha, red sweater man, haha.
And welcome to Seattle, where all is rain and misery. Where’s Soundgarden at?
You’re the guy who caught the guy. You know, that guy!
Yes, someone did want more than a peep. Someone wanted a peep show dancer, in Hell.
Frank wants to see the body, reow.
Okay, really, Henriksen says Frank wasn’t supposed to be psychic, but then, how the shit did he guess all these things about the murder victim, knowing nothing about the killer. This show wants me to think Frank is psychic. Sounds like a Chris Carter influence there.
It’s really dark in this building.
And we are back to Rob Zombie. Is that all they strip to NIN and Zombie?
Okay, wait, Portishead? Kind of a big leap.
Rectitude, big word. Weird way to question someone, at the peep show. I wonder, did he pay for this?
French poetry for the peep show girls. Oh hoh hoh, wee wee, le dancing girl!
Okay, so he sees them with they eyes sowed up. Interesting. Seems like a nice, well adjusted dude.
Remind me not to party with ol’ hallucinating constipation face over here.
This is the darkest show ever. Somehow darker than The X-Files. They must have lit this with a light off a swiss army knife.
Yes, drag that body, you can do it.
Now shove him in your plastic lined trunk. Very good! You’re doing it, all by yourself!
It’s like the score is howling. Pretty unsettling.
Back to the yella house.
Frank, we found the body. We know how the dead turn you on so, so we figured you’d be the first we called.
Police walkie-talkie chatter, more police walkie-talkie chatter.
Decapitated, and set on fire? Talk about overkill.
Aw, you went all the way there, and you don’t even want to see the body, Frankie?
Man, it’s really effective when they do the quick cuts to Frank’s murder visions.
Oh man, is this the buried coffin? This scene traumatized me so much.
I should do a Traumafession on this.
Oh, wait, false alarm, they find the full coffin buried later on, that’s right.
18:27, we get our first mention of another guy from the Millenium group, named Watts. I love Watts. Frank mentions Millenium group earlier, but now we finally get to hear about it some more. Which would make sense, since the show isn’t just called Seattle Homicide Detective and Frank Black…the show. Frank Black is also the name of the lead singer of The Pixies. That is probably unrelated.
His guys want to know why you here, Frank? Other than the fact that you masturbate over the dead.
Back to the yella house. Parked his red Jeep, and hey, it’s Peter Watts.
Now that’s a mustache.
Victim may have scratched or bit the killer. Kinky.
Yup, this is what a 12 year old lives to watch. Thank you Fox network in the 90s.
Oh Frank’s wife, you nag. Nag nag nag.
22 minutes in, and we finally get to see Frank’s office. And also, his hilariously outdated computer and TV. Ah, back in the time of VHS.
Look Frank is taking notes, while I’m taking notes about Frank taking notes.
Cruising in the park needs to be stopped. As do killers who cruise the cruisers in the park. That movie Cruising with Al Pacino is funny. Cruising
Chase scene in the dark woods. Now, it has led to the bridge. Cars smash. Frank runs over the cars.
He jumped, off of the side. Yet somehow, he grabbed onto the bottom of the bridge. Hmm. Yeah, not at that angle, that’s not possible.
Now, we have a pow wow with Frank and the rest of the force. Peste means plague. Something about Nostradamus.
Now Frank is a teacher. The killer is confused about his sexuality. Starting to sound like Cruising again.
So he becomes capability. Hmm. But how does he know exactly what the killer would see, unless he has prior knowledge of the man. He was having visions before he even learned about the killer. One heck of a guesser.
Jebus, and now his daughter has a seizure. Someone needs some Xanax.
Way to freak out your wife Frank. Just randomly go “he’s taking blood”, and then go “the killer, he’s got more bodies, buried alive.” Yup, pretty sure his wife is regretting her no secrets policy now.
Oh goody, here comes one of the most traumatizing scenes from my childhood memories!
Wow, so why can’t you just find a way around the river, Frank? Sheesh, I would hate Frank too if I was one of these cops he drags out at who knows what late hour to find a damn body. Yeah, just go through this freezing cold river, we don’t have time to go around! Pushy bastard.
Oh man, the screams from the coffin are so bad. Those muffled screams, yikes.
And then there’s this delightful nightmare fuel.
Attention Kindertrauma, got a new post coming your way, haha.
Oh man, I forgot about the severed head in there with him.
Haha, if anything, it is even more disturbing than I remember!
Oh, and there may be other people buried alive in coffins around this dude. They found two more, out in the same woods, but both were empty. And he was taking blood from the victims. No wonder you have so many wrinkles, Frank.
Oh, and we find out Frank had a serial killer stalking his family, taking pictures of them (Poloroids, for those who remember those).
And the funny part is, this sicko works in a blood lab.
Jesus, when this dude knocks the body onto Frank and shouts “the thousand years is over!” and then tries to stab him, but hits the body instead.
How did they ever get this on the air. Seriously?!
This guy makes some of the dudes from my Favorite X-Files about Serial Killers list look positively bubbly! X-Files Killers
And wacko gets shot by Detective Bob.
Famous last words by killer…
“You can’t stop it.”
And we’re back to the yella house.
Oh right, Frank bought a puppy. Who cares about sadistic, bible-thumping, sexually confused serial killers, that bury people alive with their eyes and mouths sown up, we have a puppy!
And the pictures of his family are sent to Frank again. Poor Frank.
Have fun walking the streets after watching this one.