13 November 2010 @ 03:43 am
If you walk without rhythm, it won't attract the worm. Duh.  
How can you walk without rhythm once you start thinking about it? It's damn near impossible. The human mind seeks out patterns that are pleasing, and hangs on to them. Why do you think it's so easy to get earwormed. Crappy commercial jingles get stuck in your head even though you know it's just a song about a fucking hot dog.

But I digest... [sic]

Still a bit behind, numbers-wise.
But in all the ways that lead toward creating a kickass zombie novel?
Yeah...I'm way far ahead.

18107 / 50000
(36.21%)


Shit is about to go down.
For realz.

Fare thee well to Dino DeLaurentis, you magnificent bastard!
When I say, "Thanks for Everything," I primarily mean this*:

*By which I mean the film itself, not this particular aspect of it.
That part of it is actually kind of creepy...especially when she should have been getting it on with Timothy Dalton. Hell, even Deep Roy would have been less questionable.

Actually dudes, I posted this on Dreamwidth and am crossposting it here. It doesn't mean I love you any less. Honest. On Dreamwidth? Add me: "Wednes."
 
 
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jeffpalmatierjeffpalmatier on November 14th, 2010 03:04 am (UTC)
Wow, I didn't know that Dino had died . . . or that he was that old. Come to think of it, I should have known. He was looking pretty old in that photo I saw of him with Stephen King and Drew Barrymore around the time of Firestarter.
The Porksmith's Apprenticethe_omega_man on November 16th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)
The only way he could've churned out more Turkeys was to go into Poultry farming. And as a lover of bad movies, I mean that in the best way possible.
Wednesday Lee Fridaywednes on November 16th, 2010 04:12 am (UTC)
Hee!
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