A couple of years ago my girfriend at the time (the one who hates Houdini) and I took a romantic holiday weekend to Delaware for the Punkin’ Chunkin’. It almost turned out tragic. If you have not already read the story of the pumpkin accident that nearly ended my life, I highly recommend you read it. Last year, I went down, but got their too late for the actual chunkin and just hung out in Ocean City for a night.
Well, my old freshman roommate in college goes to Punkin Chunkin every year and this year he rented a freaking RV so that he and his friends would not have to leave the punkin field the whole weekend. You can see why we hit it off so well in college. So I’m heading down first thing tomorrow morning and will be taking plenty of pictures and some video. And hopefully this year I can avoid pumpkin tragedy.
-I don’t watch many movies, obviously, but I gotta admit, I’m kind of excited about American Gangster and might try to actually go to the theatre to see it. Denzel was so good as a bad guy in Training Day (though it wasn’t that great of a film), and I look forward to see him as the bad guy again.
-Went to the dentist yesterday and got some great news: I’m getting a root canal! That’s right, only $3000 for one of the most awesome experiences of my life! Seriously, I can’t wait. I love not having dental insurance! This is gonna be awesome.
Alright, we’ve got until 5 p.m. today to determine which movie I’ll be watching. Just click here and vote for which classic movie I should watch for the first time. There’s some good ones, and we’ve got a pretty close match between three of them.
Due to renovations, we will not be having quizzo at the Good Dog tonight. If you have not had a chance to play the Spooktacular this week, be sure to make it to the Bards at 10 p.m. I might even start close to on time tonight. Doubtful, but possible. And who knows, you might get to see me go all Irish Jon on someone again like I did Tuesday night, when a girl who had sat there all night shouted out an answer on the 39th question. And finally, you could win tonight: Sofa Kingdom won’t be playing.
(photo courtesy of Messy and Picky)
-Thanks for voting for me, gang! Just got named Philly’s Best Quizzo in the City Paper for the 4th straight year. However, after that cover story yesterday, I have to wonder if Steve O. has taken my title as Philly’s favorite “C” celebrity. This kind of reminds me of when Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat took the Intercontinental Title from the “Macho Man” Randy Savage.
-Sarah of the Narotyzing Dysfunktion (above) definitely wins for best costume at quizzo this week, made even more impressive that she threw it together in an hour and a half with stuff she had lying around her apartment. And the best part about her outfit, as the Sofa Kingdom quickly pointed out: she was wearing loafers with her spats.
Steve O. hooked me up with a ticket to the Zee Bar’s annual Halloween party, and I headed over there on Saturday night. It was filled with beautiful women and a lot of toolbag type guys wearing outfits that revealed how awesomely ripped they were. That included a group of guys who went as SWAT team that was sitting at a booth. At one point in the evening, a young lady said, “Come with me to my friends’ booth.”
Now, if there is anything more toolish than getting bottle service at a party where the alcohol is free I’d love to know what it is. But this team of totally ripped SWAT team guys had done just that, spending over $100 on a bottle of booze at a free booze party. Amazing.
By the time I got to their booth, all of the booze was gone, but a few of them were looking at me disgustedly. Finally, one of the guys goes, “You’re not with our group. Get the f*** out of here. You’re not f****** with us!” He glared at me angrily. Now, keep in mind that as this guy is getting all fired up at me for daring to sit at his booth, I am dressed as Pee Wee Herman. I thought about it for a second, and realized that if I started to fight this guy and Andy Reid (aka Steve O.) joined in, it would be one of the greatest C-celebrity Halloween stories ever. But Steve was nowhere to be seen, and there were four of them, so I figured that discretion would be the better part of valor.
I headed out, but not before chiming in, “Well, I guess I’ll just be going then” a la Pee Wee at the Private Club of the Satan’s Helpers. I looked over a few minutes later, and the head toolbag had his head in his hands. Apparently that bottle service booze had gotten the best of him. Or maybe he just felt bad for kicking out Pee Wee.
It just wouldn’t Halloween w/o hearing from the Donspiracist. He wonders if, perhaps, humans can transform into lizards.
Shapeshifters have captivated human imagination for much of recorded history. Think of the vampires that turn into bats, the men that turn into wolves, demons that can transform into anything that scares us most. The fascination seems to lie in the notion of one thing changing into another, the same idea that drives alchemy. To believe such a thing, one must presuppose the existence of the supernatural and a type of physics that allows a human to change into some other, often animal shape. To my knowledge, science has not disproved either one.
I know its Halloween, and werewolves should be on the agenda, but I’d rather turn my attention to a different kind of shapeshifter: the reptilian.
David Icke was the first writer to popularize for modern audiences the human that can shapeshift into a reptilian being. In Icke’s view, the reptilians came to our planet eons ago, and they remain to rule our planet, only in disguise. He traces certain distinct human lineages back to Babylon. These families exist today in the shape of our ruling classes. You know many of their names: Rothschild, Rockefeller, Kennedy, Bush, and almost all the royalty of Europe. Many of these families are related to each other, and in convincing style, Icke demonstrates how most world leaders are linked to these bloodlines in one way or another. That includes most U.S. Presidents.
In true East Coast/West COast fashion, I have answered with a poem of my own:
I’d memorized every line of that confounded rhyme
About a raven as black as dark fudge is
So when they announced that JD
Had defeated JGT
I knew he must have paid off the judges.
-Harry Houdini died on Halloween, 1926, after some dude at McGill University punched him in the stomach. Perhaps not coincidentally, my ex-girlfriend (named, appropriately enough, Elvira) went to McGill University. The lesson: If you are a quizmaster, magician, or some other novelty profession, steer clear of McGill students and alumni.
