Saturday, May 28, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE HOMOPHOBES
Took longer than normal to read this book because I couldn’t take it to work. I have one of those sensitive, “political correctness observed here” positions, so I didn’t dare have anything with the word “homophobe” in it in or around my office area. Took me about a month to read of a couple of pages here and there before the lights went out for the night.
This book is a follow up to SANTA STEPS OUT, which you can read about here.
There’s so much going on here in the story of SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE HOMOPHOBES that I could not even begin to do it justice in a write-up.
Suffice it to say that Santa DOES deal with homophobes here, the Easter Bunny is a nicer presence in book #2 and the Tooth Fairy is still a bee-yatch who has the strangest digestive tract of all.
As with SANTA STEPS OUT, this book is NOT for everyone. If you’re going to read it, then strap in and hang on for the ride. Don’t try to rationalize it and don’t complain to the author. You have to accept it for what it is. Or not.
Mr. Devereaux informs me that he is presently working on the third book in the trilogy and that all three parts will be published in one, massive volume. Don’t have a title yet for #3, but in the publishing biz, a lot of times publishers themselves change titles without notice, especially if it may help sell the book.
SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE HOMOPHOBES is available for on-line order through Barnes & Noble and other internet stores.
This book is a follow up to SANTA STEPS OUT, which you can read about here.
There’s so much going on here in the story of SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE HOMOPHOBES that I could not even begin to do it justice in a write-up.
Suffice it to say that Santa DOES deal with homophobes here, the Easter Bunny is a nicer presence in book #2 and the Tooth Fairy is still a bee-yatch who has the strangest digestive tract of all.
As with SANTA STEPS OUT, this book is NOT for everyone. If you’re going to read it, then strap in and hang on for the ride. Don’t try to rationalize it and don’t complain to the author. You have to accept it for what it is. Or not.
Mr. Devereaux informs me that he is presently working on the third book in the trilogy and that all three parts will be published in one, massive volume. Don’t have a title yet for #3, but in the publishing biz, a lot of times publishers themselves change titles without notice, especially if it may help sell the book.
SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE HOMOPHOBES is available for on-line order through Barnes & Noble and other internet stores.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
DINOSHARK
Legendary movie maverick Roger Corman seems to be doing a lot of “presenting” of films these days – mostly on the SYFY channel and usually movies about hungry, mutant sea monsters. This must mean that Mr. Corman’s series of bad martial arts films, under the aegis of “New World Cinema”, reached their peak and have fizzled out. Darn, now Don “The Dragon” Wilson has to stand in an unemployment line somewhere because there are no more shitty kung fu movies in which he can star.
DINOSHARK has only blood, human buffets (both in and out of the water) and decent computer-generated graphics going for it. It is so similar to SHARKTOPUS in spirit and in concept that the creatures from both films could hold hands, er fins, and sing “Kum-Bah-Yah”.
I fail to see the “appeal” of Eric Balfour as a leading man. Poor guy looks like he needs a bath all the time.
Wonder what will be next in the Corman/SYFY pantheon? I know! Make the creature a combination of several different life forms. Even got a title for the movie: WHATTHEPHUCK. Take it and run with it, SYFY Channel!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
YVETTE, WE HARDLY KNEW YE
Here's to former Playboy Playmate and Actress Yvette Vickers, who died nearly a year ago - but was discovered, mummified, over the weekend in her home in Beverly Hills. She was 82 at the time of her death, reports indicate. No word yet on a cause of death, but murder has been discounted at this point.
I really only remember Miss Vickers in two "Attack" films: ATTACK OF THE 50 FT. WOMAN and ATTACK OF THE GIANT LEECHES. In both movies she was one of those kinds of women you didn't bring home to meet Mom. Let's hope that didn't characterize her in real life as well.
Although I never saw the nude layout Miss Vickers did in Playboy in the late 1950s, she was quite voluptuous and I imagine many young boys sneaking out of their rooms at night to go to the bathroom and then hold up her pictures with one hand.
There were plenty of unheeded signs that something was not quite right at the Vickers home for the past year. Mail had piled up, no lights were on at night and the yard must have been overgrown. The postal carrier said nothing, apparently, as he/she continued to deliver mail to a box that had not obviously been checked in quite a while. California postal workers must not be trained to report any signs of potential trouble so someone could follow up. Interesting.
Well, God Bless you anyway, Miss Vickers. I'll miss seeing those cute dimples of yours when you smiled.
I really only remember Miss Vickers in two "Attack" films: ATTACK OF THE 50 FT. WOMAN and ATTACK OF THE GIANT LEECHES. In both movies she was one of those kinds of women you didn't bring home to meet Mom. Let's hope that didn't characterize her in real life as well.
Although I never saw the nude layout Miss Vickers did in Playboy in the late 1950s, she was quite voluptuous and I imagine many young boys sneaking out of their rooms at night to go to the bathroom and then hold up her pictures with one hand.
There were plenty of unheeded signs that something was not quite right at the Vickers home for the past year. Mail had piled up, no lights were on at night and the yard must have been overgrown. The postal carrier said nothing, apparently, as he/she continued to deliver mail to a box that had not obviously been checked in quite a while. California postal workers must not be trained to report any signs of potential trouble so someone could follow up. Interesting.
Well, God Bless you anyway, Miss Vickers. I'll miss seeing those cute dimples of yours when you smiled.
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