Monday, May 18, 2009

Let It Be Said, "The World's Worst Book Report/The World's Best Film Report"

Oh, it’s my turn to present my book report to the class? (Aw shit, fuck, shit, fuck) –what? Yes, Mr. Diaz, I did do the book report this time. Of course I’ll get up and read it.

Um, yeah, the, uh, book I read is called…is called –“The ‘Burbs”! Yes, the book I read is called “The ‘Burbs” by, uh, Tom –Thomas Hanks. It is a black psycho-comedy about life in a suburb along Mayfield Place. The star, I mean “protagonist” is Ray Petersen and Mr. Petersen has a week off from work, but decides that he wants to spend his vacation lounging around his quaint suburban home. That’s why the movie –I mean, book is called “The ‘Burbs” because it’s short for “suburbs”.
Anyway, Ray tries to make his life more exciting by investigating his weird, new, next-door neighbors: The Klopeks. The front lawn is dead, no one has ever seen them come out, and no one has ever met the inhabitants of the large spooky house. So Ray and his neighbors Art, who is a slacker, and Rumsfield, who is a military fanatic and a satirical version of Donald Rumsfeld, do their best to find out about The Klopeks. And Corey Feldman is in it, too…and when I say that Corey Feldman is in it, I must be speaking gibberish because how could he be in it since it is a book after all. What I meant to say was that the character Ricky Butler is described by Thomas Hanks as looking “like Corey Feldman”. That’s what I meant.
Anyway, Ray, Art, and Rumsfield start to realize that there is something very wrong with the Klopeks’ odd behavior. The only person they see ever come out of the Klopek home is the guy from “Children of the Corn”, the red haired one, and he stuffs these, like, really huge garbage bags into the trash. They know that there has to be a body in those bags, but it starts to rain so they can’t check them until morning, which they do, but they don’t find anything, so they assume that the “Children of the Corn” guy must have switched the bags during the night. It is at this point in the book that Ray’s son reveals that he has seen the Klopeks digging in the backyard of their home before, which is a use of foreshadowing because of they way he says it and stuff. Then, they realize that the old guy from up the street is missing when his dog is found wandering around and the neighbors break into his house to check on him, only find his toupee, which is a symbol for death, I think, according to the author’s themes.
Art suggests that the Klopeks are crazy, satanic, psycho killers and this causes Ray to have this creepy dream where he imagines he is a human sacrifice and the characters, um, are, uh, represented are allegories for mass murderers. That’s when Ray’s dog digs up a femur bone from the fence on the Klopeks’ property and they go over and invite themselves in for a neighborly visit. The Klopeks are the guy from “Children of the Corn”, some strange, old, German guy, and the guy who played the lead Illinois Nazi in the “Blues Brothers”, which costarred Dan Aykroyd who starred with Tom Hanks in “Dragnet”…but that’s irrelevant, except that Thomas Hanks, the author, uh, shares the same, um, name as the actor, Tom Hanks. Um, when they go over to the house, Ray finds the old guy’s toupee that they slipped into the mailbox, which implies that the Klopeks went back into the house. So Ray, Art, and Rumsfield decide to break into the house while the Klopeks are away for the day since the Illinois Nazi is a famous doctor or something. Ray and Art break in while Rumsfield watches from his roof and Corey Feldman throws a party. They find this giant furnace used for burning human remains in the basement and start digging, but don’t find anything.
The climax of the movie comes when the Klopeks return home and find their house occupied so they go and get the cops and Art is telling Ray to get out of there and Corey Feldman called the pizza guy and Tom Hanks is still digging and hits a gas line and the house blows up and shit…BOOM! But, Tom Hanks didn’t die, he walks out of the house all banged up and stuff and there is a bunch of people and Tom Hank’s wife, Princess Leia, comes home from visiting her family and a bunch of crazy stuff happens: the Illinois Nazi tries to kill Tom Hanks in the back of the ambulance after pretending to be normal, but the “Children of the Corn” guy swerves out of the pizza guy’s way and crashes the ambulance into Art’s house, so Tom Hanks and the Illinois Nazi go flying out into the street on a gurney, hitting the Klopek’s car, causing the trunk to pop open, revealing a whole butt load of human bones and skulls.
Everything is chaotic: Art’s wife, who you didn’t see the whole movie comes home, the house is on fire, and Rumsfield beats up the “Children of the Corn” guy. In the very end, Tom Hanks and Princess Leia decide to go on vacation to get away from what Tom Hanks wanted in the first place, which was to be at home in “The ‘Burbs” and it’s a really good movie I saw this weekend on television and you should see it and oh my God, I just keep on talking, I think it’s a nervous reaction because I didn’t do the book report and I lied and I’m sorry, Mr. Diaz, and I’m on my way to the principal’s office right now.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Let It Be Said, "Dr. Tobias Nightshade's Horror Survival Guide Pt.1"

Greetings, readers! My name is Dr. Tobias Nightshade! Yes, THE Dr. Tobias Nightshade, locally renowned occultist, paranormal investigator, and master of all matters pertaining to the dark arts, as well as part time web master for my personal fan site, www.docnightshade.com. After spending countless hours in my personal library, conveniently located in my mother’s basement, and studying many factual films and Fangoria magazines, I have compiled the ultimate encyclopedia of things that go bump in the night, solely for your protection and well being. In conjunction with my dear friends at The Green Is Not Light, I proudly present to you in part, selections from: “Dr. Tobias Nightshade’s Horror Survival Guide”!...Awooo!!!

Wolf Man: Also known as the “lycanthrope” from the Greek word “locos”, which probably means: “wolf”; I think I’m pretty sure from what I remember from high school. During the full moon, the pour soul cursed with this curse is cursed to turn into a terrible beast that is part wolf and part man. Now when I say turn, I mean transform as in like fangs and claws and fur, not turning into a terrible beast like my Uncle Randy does after one too many Pabst Blue Ribbons during the holidays at the Nightshade homestead. Also, for some random reason, they die if attacked with anything made out of silver. Uncle Randy just got angry when I started throwing the silverware at him during dinner. Nonetheless, the best defense against a raging Wolf Man charging at you, ready to rip out your throat or pull down your pants and tell you to close your eyes, is to kick him in the “nards”. Yes, I said (or rather wrote): Kick. Him. In. The. Nards. Contrary to many years of debate and discussion, the 1986 film “Monster Squad” (which was based on a true story), proved that the Wolf Man does in fact have testicles or “nards” if you will. Then, you should probably run. Run really, really far away.

Draculas: (Note: I summarize both Dracula and common vampires together since they’re pretty much the same. Also, I killed Dracula. I think I did.) Mythological creatures known for being able to only walk amongst the living under the moon’s glow; that means they only come out at night. They are also known for surviving on the blood sucked from their victims’ necks by using their long vampire-like fangs. Vampires usually dress in black, are pale, moody, and can be found congregating in Transylvania, the annual Fangoria Horror Convention, Brooklyn, Pennsylvania, and various Hot Topic clothing stores. Now, “the best defense is a good offense” as my father, Mr. Nightshade, used to tell me. He also used to tell me to stop calling him “Mr. Nightshade” because the name on the check he brought home from working at the plant to pay for that cloak I was wearing at the time sure as hell didn’t say “Nightshade”, it said “Palmer”. Nonetheless, you can disarm a vampire with a piece of garlic bread or pizza. Then, when they are burning in pain, stab them through the heart with a pointed stake. Finally, flee before the cops arrive, but only after you realize that you just stabbed a pasty faced teenage Goth to death in front of a mall full of people.

Mummies: The dusty, brittle mummified remains of ancient Egyptian royalty. However, despite their apparent lack of actually being alive, they are immortal. Mummies lay in wait in their esophagi until someone comes into their tombs looking to take their stuff. Then, they spring up and start yelling and try to get at you. Mummies are also really slow and really gross -like your grandparents. Nana Nightshade was just like a mummy in that she too was really slow and really gross and whenever I thought that she was sleeping (or dead; no one could hardly tell, but that’s another story), I would sneak into her room to swipe quarters from her purse, but she would jump up and start screaming about “Richard Nixon” and “apple picking” and I would run out of the room screaming. I wasn’t fond of Nana Nightshade. Where was I? Oh yeah, just get what you wanted to steal and outrun the mummy, but you could also have some fun in spinning them around by their cloth. I spun Nana Nightshade once and she fell down the stairs and broke her hip. After that, they took her away to live with other mummies in the mummy nursing home.


Next Edition: Cenobites, Count Pope-ula, Possessed Neighborhood Children, and the “Macho Man” Randy Savage

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

And the actual retail price is: Penicillin Part 2: A New Discovery

Scientist 1: Damn it all.
Scientist 2: What is it now?
Scientist 1: Fleming! He is the problem! He scrapes the scum from MY trash ages ago, and the bastard is famous…Nobel prize famous!
Scientist 2: And? He’s dead and we’re not. Think, somehow we’re still alive and it’s the 21st century!
Scientist 1:…You incorrigible buffoon. Can you not see that he won? He is remembered for saving millions of lives, and what do I have? I got a disease named after me. And not just any disease: Shrinking Genital Appendage Syndrome. Do you have any idea what that means? They’re going to put “little dick guy” on my tombstone, whenever I die, that is. Damn it all to hell!
Scientist 2: Stop for a moment! Fleming is dead. Cold as a cucumber. WE are alive, and we can get it up, especially since I’ve got Viagra. With the invention of Viagra, you will hence forth be no longer known as the man with Shrinking Genital Appendage Syndrome.
Scientist 1: What will they think of next?
Scientist 2: Do you want to get back at Fleming? Get a lady of the night, tape a picture of him to the headboard of your motel bed, and raise you middle finger in triumphant anger as streetwalker engages you in oral intercourse. That should, nay, it WILL help you feel better.
Scientist 1: That’s wrong, just wrong, so…brilliant! I’LL DO IT!!!

TWO WEEKS LATER…
Scientist 1: Buffoon. (cough)
Scientist 2: I’ll regret this…what is it this time?
Scientist 1: Well, I did what you said, and I’ll be damned if I did not thoroughly enjoy myself. But (cough) now I have been struck with a terrible affliction since being in that filthy, detestable motel. To make a long story short, I’m dying.
Scientist 2: Wait, WHAT!?
Scientist 1: I am going to die now, all because of that bastard Fleming.
Scientist 2: Okay, enough is enough! Listen, you pitiful excuse for a scientist! So the fellow made something work from your failure, it does not make your failures all his fault! Maybe you need to just get the “fuck over it” as people say and move on! GOD DAMN IT!
Scientist 1: …(cough)
Scientist 2: Now maybe you will think about ending this stupid (cough)(cough)…
Scientist 1: Ho-ho! Welcome to my world!
Scientist 2: So what? I’ll get some (cough) PENICILLIN and take care of it. See, it helps.
Scientist 1: I, and now you, have STAPH infection. Penicillin created this illness, and it cannot stop it. Congratulations, sir, you are now as the young people say (cough) fucked.
Scientist 2: …………Damn it all

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Let It Be Said, "Here's a List"



What We're Doing This Summer
  • Watching the Complete Ernest Movie Collection. "Hey Vern! KnowhutImean?"

  • Helping a group of rambunctious neighborhood kids solve a centuries old town mystery

  • Entering into a cryogenic sleep until the beginning of the Fall semester

  • Two words: Pogs tournament

  • Your mom

  • Debating the differences between Captain Softee and Mister Softee (and whether it is a conspiracy)

  • Not wearing pants

  • Apologizing for that mom joke (She really is a lovely woman)

  • Putting things (in parenthesis)

  • Working crappy summer jobs cause we "gots to get paid"

  • Trying to build a laser beam

  • Simultaneously playing Ghostbuster: The Role Playing Game AND Ghostbusters: The Video Game

  • And...come up with better material for these posts!

Let It Be Said, "The Discovery of Penicillin"


  • Scientist #1: Gross.
  • Scientist #2: What?
  • Scientist #1: You forgot to clean out the Petri dishes.
  • Scientist #2: Oh. Sorry.
  • Scientist #1: Look. There�s bacteria gunk growing in it!
  • Scientist #2: Eww. Should we throw it out?
  • Scientist #1: No. I have a hypothesis. Sniff it.
  • Scientist #2: Okay (sniffs).
  • Scientist #1: Are you getting high?
  • Scientist #2: No.
  • Scientist #1: Damn. Now eat it.
  • Scientist #2: Alright (chews).
  • Scientist #1: Are you high now?
  • Scientist #2: Nope.
  • Scientist #1: Not a single hallucinogenic side effect?
  • Scientist #2: No. I�m not feeling anything. My polio is clearing up nicely, though.
  • Scientist #1: Absolute failure! I thought we had something for a minute there.
  • Scientist #2: I concur. This discovery was a complete failure.
  • Scientist #1: Lab assistant Alexander Fleming! Come and dispose of this, this�
  • Scientist #2: Penicillin.
  • Scientist #1: Yes. Come and dispose of this terribly useless penicillin!
  • Scientist #2: A total failure for the scientific community indeed (sigh).

Friday, April 17, 2009

Let It Be Said, This Was the First Post



Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls of all ages, and whatever that thing is standing in the back (I'm not sure what it is, but its creeping me out), let me be the first to welcome you to "The Green Is Not Light". What is "TGINL", you ask? Well, Scooter, it is a blog personally dedicated to the analysis, comment, and review of all things pertaining, but not limited to: Comedy, Video Games, Popular Culture, Ghostbusters, and pretty much whatever the hell my motley crew and I decide is worthy of blogging about-which will probably be anything at all...anything; we complain A LOT.

And it has arrived just in time for the Easter season, or just right after, y'know, the period of 30 some-odd days when Jesus hung around after the Resurrection, but before he ascended into Heaven? Figured now, with this new blog and everything, I'd whip this bad boy out for y'all to laugh at and really, stir up some deep thought provoking conversation.