Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #56 is up on Scary-Crayon. I think this is one of the best ones yet, but then I had amazing material to work with. You'll see. Spam is insane, dudes.

From the Scary-Crayon blog, with reference to Crayon Song Parody #2:

Side note: The most gorgeous girl I've ever met happened to be named April, so I sort of imagined myself singing the song to her. Granted, she was way too beautiful and perfect to ever think of me as being anything other than beneath her, so I'd never have had to sing a song like this to her, but in the event that she did deign to give me a chance I imagine we would've parted for similar reasons. My eyes used to glaze over and my mouth would turn into a squiggly line thingy whenever I ran into her on campus, though. She was absolutely stunning.

Come to think of it, I've never met an April who was anything less than remarkably attractive. I wonder if the name predisposed me to liking them, since I'd had a crush on Miss O'Neil since childhood? Aaaand this is getting far too personal, so we're done.

SC got a new Crayon Haiku yesterday as well. Ja.

What the title says. Also, head over to SC for The Five SCARIEST 39¢ Halloween Cards! It's even got a special Scary-Crayon card at the end. Anyway, y'all have fun -- and don't eat too much candy, y'hear?

First, I spent all of today and a good chunk of yesterday working on Dusty Plastic HELL: The Halloween Special!!!, so do go check it out! It might be my new favorite piece on Scary-Crayon, though I often feel that way after finishing a big feature. This one even has footnotes.

I was going to go to a Halloween party tonight at the goth club, but I didn't. I'm a little sad about it, but ah well. I can turn out the lights and listen to goth music here if I want (and even download pictures of hot gothic chicks on the web!), and I guess I didn't need to get spend $30 getting drunk and passing out at the bar anyway. 😉

In other news, Celebrity Poker is a really enjoyable show. Unlike the actual media featuring the participants -- mostly television shows and movies that I hate -- it doesn't have storylines that are stupid, horribly contrived, insulting, etc., and unlike nighttime talk shows, it doesn't feature a smarmy, annoying host asking the guests a bunch of bullshit questions with answers no one should care about. It's just a relaxed poker game with five players who happen to be famous. And hell, I'd still find the show to be interesting even if they weren't.

There should totally be a gothic casino. With poker!

SO. If you've got a half hour to kill, I invite you to head over to Scary-Crayon and check out the latest Spectare review -- a literally 27+ minute long review and commentary on Flightplan. Or, y'know, if you don't have that kind of time, you can also read the abridged written review over there. Suffice it to say that I fucking despised that film. Not in the way that I thought Serenity and Corpse Bride were kinda blah -- I mean like this was one of the worst films I've ever seen and I'd like to bitchslap everyone who had a hand in making it. That sort of thing. Head to the SC review for more.

Honestly, it's media like Flightplan that have me utterly convinced that the remainder of my life -- should I choose to live it -- will be filled with failure and misery. Not because the movie depicted some heartrending tragedy that totally sucked me in, but because of the sheer number of successful movies, television shows, books, etc. that utterly disgust me, thereby underscoring the all too apparent separation between myself and the rest of society. And since I desire to contribute to these fields -- write books, scripts, even make films and so forth -- it seems to indicate that nothing I do will be well received by anyone of note, since what I'd hope to achieve and accomplish through writing and other media is so vastly different from what the public wants. The subject matter and content of the books on the bestseller lists consistently strikes me as being not only unappealing but insulting, whereas my favorite authors are either out of print or almost unheard of. It's maddening.

I've started writing another short story, but I'm fairly certain that no fiction editor alive would think it worthy of publication or be willing to pay for it. Ja.