The annual Fark Scary Story Thread is up. The perfect thing to read while waiting for trick or treaters to come…in the dark…
And here are the previous Scary Story Threads:
“Disney is paying $4.05 billion to buy Lucasfilm Ltd., the production company behind Star Wars, from its chairman and founder, George Lucas. It’s also making a seventh movie in the Star Wars series.”
Well, at least it will keep Lucas from tinkering with the original one for the rest of his life. Or, worse still, going back and “rebooting” it.
How good will a seventh film be? Depends on whether Brad Bird or Michael Bay directs, doesn’t it?
I do hope this means they’ll finally put out pristine Blu-rays of the unfarked with first three films….
I was looking at pictures of the flooding off Twitter, thinking “somebody should put these on a web page somewhere.” Now, if I only knew someone who had a blog…
Underground parking garage flooding, from Jon Passantino (@passantino):
Ground Zero flooding, from Kim Fischer (ABC4Kim):
14th Street, from @megetz:
Coney island, via 28storms.com:
George Weld off Instagram, of a transformer exploding:
Hoboken path train station flooding, screen cap via Adrienne Green (@accu_adrienne):
The New York Post evidently published this one:
However, I’m calling Shenanigans on this one:
Here’s another beautiful song from Japan’s Lemon’s Chair. However, “Swallowtail,” unlike most of their songs, is available in the U.S. on iTunes, and I think it’s my favorite of their work.
This is the fourth Lemon’s Chair song I’ve put up, and yes, I like them a lot.
An antiques dealer accused of selling books signed with fake signatures of famous figures on eBay has been found guilty of some of the charges he faced.
Allan Formhals, 66, of Milford on Sea in Hampshire, was found guilty of eight counts of fraud and two of possessing articles for the use in fraud.
He was cleared of two counts of fraud and the jury was unable to reach a verdict on three further counts.
“I understand what all those word mean individually, but together in the same sentence they don’t make any sense!”
Sometimes you buy something just so that later you can prove to people it exists.
This is one of those times.
Feast your eyes on this:
I thought they might be white chocolate covered Pringles. But no, they’re regular Pringles with a hint of…white chocolate peppermint. It’s actually pretty subtle. But I’m not sure I want my mass produced pressed potato chips to be “subtle.”
If you want to try them, you should probably pick them up, as I doubt you’ll see them again after this Christmas.
By the way, did you know that Gene Wolfe helped engineer the machine that makes Pringles? Absolutely true. He designed the part that cooks the chips.
Enjoy the teaser trailer for Monster Roll, an indy film about sushi chefs vs. sea monsters that’s about to do a Kickstarter.
Bloomsbury Auctions is offering up several notable modern first editions on Thursday, October 25th. Among the items offered: Graham Greene’s inscribed first edition of Lord of the Flies. That’s not quite in the same league as Lord Byron’s inscribed copy of Frankenstein, but it’s still an impressive association copy.
There are a few other SF/F/H first editions of note: A nice set of J. R. R. Tolkein’s The Lord of the Rings (all first printings, but the last a 3rd state book and 2nd state dust jacket), a signed first of Anthony Burgess’ A Clockwork Orange, Richard Adams’ Watership Down, Robert Bloch’s Psycho, Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (not stated, but Currey D binding) and Dark Carnival, an inscribed copy of Roald Dahl’s first book The Gremlins, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, Stephen King’s Carrie (signed), and several other King books, George Orwell’s Animal Farm and both cover variants of Nineteen Eighty-Four, the UK first of John Wyndham’s The Day of the Triffids (the U.S. Doubleday edition actually precedes) and Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray.
Other notable first editions include Samuel Beckett’s first published work, Raymond Chandler’s The Big Sleep, Agatha Christie’s most famous novel (in its original, politically incorrect title), F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, Ian Fleming’s Casino Royal (as well as the rare first-state binding of The Man With the Golden Gun, plus Hemingway’s first two books, and bunches more.
I checked out of Family Guy when it stopped being funny, which was shortly after the OJ Simpson episode. But I must admit, this shroomed-out Brian visiting his own personal hell is nicely creepy.
The moral: Drugs are bad, M’kay?