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The Minearverse
Mother Fuckers
"Well, not sure what to tell ya'll -- but we're cancelled. Effective at once. The cow creamer will be silent this Thursday and forever forward. Once we recover from the not-shock, Todd, Bryan and I will see if there's some venue in which to air the remaining episodes. As I have said from the start, the thirteen taken as a whole tell a story and go to a place, so a run of this 'limited' series would not be unsatisfying elsewhere. It's a question as to whether the studio will want to invest in a DVD release of a failed series. Maybe the episodes will sit in a warehouse someplace with that sled and the arc of the covenant.
Thanks for all the support and enthusiasm.
Tim
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A Return Of Sorts
This is great news.
I'd have to say Blair Witch is probably what started my reinterest in horror films. That movie freaked my shit out.
T-Shirt Malfunction
Sometimes you just have to wonder.
The Unthinkable Happens To Me
While I can neither comfirm nor deny what's going on, I may in fact be going on a date on Friday. I don't know, because the word was never used, but there is dinner, dessert and a movie involved. So. It's the apocalypse is all I'm saying.
Xiao Xiao, Stick Man Kung Fu
Always funny
Wonderfalls Love
If there's one reason why I think Wonderfalls should continue (aside from my unhealthy crushing on a frowning Caroline Dhavernas) it's this:
Mold-A-Rama.
Seriously. When was the last time the Mold-A-Rama got as much love as this? It's a mainstay of American culture, and more importantly childhood. Most of my favorite childhood memories involve going into the Museum of Science and Industry and getting a wax mold of the Fairy Castle or the submarine. I'd even take Abe Lincoln's head. I wasn't picky. Aside from the old exhibit where you could make your own ashtray (and what kid wouldn't love his own ashtray?), Mold-A-Rama was the thing to have for a fun souvenir.
I remember swarming around the animal molds at Brookfield Zoo with the other kids on field trips, trying desperately to get all of the many multicolored miniature animals. We would shove them in our backpack and scatter, searching for the next one.
Even a few years ago, I remember going to the Field Museum with a friend (who I was trying to convince to date me), and getting her one of the dinosaur molds because she loved them as much as me. Sure, it was a cheap gift, but it was a shared moment of our childhood, and it made her eyes shine. She loved it.
Of course, the downside to all of these memories is the fact that they are also SCALDING hot when they first come out of the magical bubble machine. Sure, they warn you, but what kid listened? Honestly, what adult listens? You just have to love lifting that hinged metal door and reaching in to grab that little mold of hot goodness.
Just how does that machine work? I've never figured it out. There just seems to be way too many tubes and hydrolics for two ounces of wax.
And since I was convinced that Mold-A-Rama was purely a Chicago thing (which it turns out is closer to the truth than I thought when I did research. Apparently Chicago has the most machines in the country.), seeing a faulty wax lion on Wonderfalls, it made with the warm and fuzzy. Any show that features a molded wax lion as a secondary character deserves a long life. I think it the show caught on, it could mean a resurgence of popularity for the machines.
Hell. It makes me want to go to the zoo to find a lion mold and keep it in my office.
So, thank you goes out to the staff and producers of Wonderfalls for making my a part of my childhood hip again.
This Is What I'm Doing Tonight
I like Mac Hall's version of meeting New People
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