...if you can guess why I cringed at the thought of eating at the Poseidon Seafood Buffet.

But I googled it upon returning home, and apparently it's got pretty decent reviews! So now I kinda want to go there -- once.

Which is fitting since it might be the kind of place one can only visit once.

BECAUSE AFTER THAT YOU DIE.

Unless you post a favorable review online, in which case maybe they'll give you the antidote.

(That was a hint!)

I'd been meaning to write a post about all of the DVDs I've purchased lately -- but while I was all excited about a presumed return to my compulsive DVD buying days of old, it ended up being a one-time spree of sorts due to my discovery of a freshly stocked $1.97 DVD bin at F.Y.E. So now that I've gotten around to writing about it, my DVD buying habits have pretty much returned to normal. Granted, that's still a good amount of DVDs (maybe 2-3 every other week?), but it's not new. (Or re-newed, properly.)

What is kinda new, though, is my buying DVDs solely because the films in question have particular actresses in them. I don't generally tend to get attached to performers -- I'll like them in one thing, but in very few cases does that mean I'll go out of my way to view them in something else. This is even more likely to obtain with respect to actors appearing in films, since I don't often see movies in theaters and buy DVDs more for their premises (and their bargain bin prices) than for their casts. Or at least that's how it was until recently. (more...)

Quick linkage post!

First, Scary-Crayon has updated! I don't usually post these here, but it's been so bloody long since the last SC update I figured I should. Also, in one of the two comics posted today (the other features the Doctor), I appear alongside Bacardi! Hilarity ensues, or as much hilarity as can ensue from a subdued exchange that follows a standard framework and generally stays pretty far from cloud cuckoo lander territory.

Next, my pal Kevin over at Interrobang Studios drew me into an I'm My Own Mascot strip. IN COLOR! Very appreciative of that, yes. 🙂

See, quick post -- I actually meant it this time. Ja!

Occasionally I'll get part of a line of dialogue -- and sometimes just the rhythm or feel of a line of dialogue -- stuck in my head, and it'll bug the crap out of me until I can figure out 1.) the full line, 2.) who said it, and 3.) what it's from. And as I try and try and try to determine these things, I get even more frustrated because I know that if I could discern any one of them, I could derive the others from it and put my mind at ease.

Sometime early yesterday -- it might even have begun Monday evening -- I found my thoughts thus assaulted. This time, I didn't have even part of the line (which does make things easier; then I can google it and hopefully find the full line and circumstances on an episode transcript or list of quotes), just an idea of the rhythm behind it. For some reason, I also had the distinct impression of Lalla Ward saying the words rather coldly to a man who was genuinely trying to help her, but whom she did not trust and who was taken aback when he heard them. I could fit words to it -- and some of them fit very well -- but I was convinced that those words were wrong... mostly because the words that best fit the cadence in my head were a known line from Apocalypse in X-Men Evolution. ("Since when has mankind ever known what it needs." Incidentally, this was itself a mystery line of dialogue that got stuck in my head at one point.) Apocalypse is not in any way reminiscent of Lalla, and the scenario was all wrong. (more...)

Weird dream last night. I dreamed cops had come to the house to arrest me for cocaine possession and distribution, but were hesitant to break in because they thought I had hostages. In (dream) reality, a couple of friends had come to visit shortly before the police arrived and -- since they gathered that their presence was the only thing keeping the cops from bursting in on me, they were just hanging out playing video games for as long as I wanted them to stay. However, when the press began reporting that I had hostages, their parents freaked out and showed up in the driveway shouting desperate pleas for me to release their sons, so eventually I sent my guests out. (more...)