An installment in a series of Serge A. Storms adventures, The Stingray Shuffle has Dorsey’s lovable psychopath in search of a silver Halliburton filled with five million in cursed cash. Swept into the action are a bungling group of B-rate Russian hoods, sleazy small-time lounge performers, unfortunate Jamaican mobsters, bullying frat punks, the aptly-named Mierda Cartel, a doorman on the run, a women’s book club with a big, juicy secret, and Johnny Vegas, The Accidental Virgin.
Local constables and MI personnel were put to the test yesterday as they unfoiled terrorist activity in the area of Hyde Park. Londoners had called in about a young male running through the streets wearing a red, white and blue thong and necktie. This would have been construed as a normal drunken American except the man was waving ignited sparklers, clearly a terrorist threat.
The organizers of the G8 summit, an annual meeting of economic superpowers to discuss global financial issues, have decided to hold their 2008 summit on the surface of the moon. The leaders assembled in Japan, the previously selected location for 2008, in order to hold a press conference.
Our Horror Queen takes a break from blood and guts to talk about the ghost story of 1408.
After a delay in publishing because I forgot to finish a sentence before submitting my review, I finally fulfill my duty as a nerd and movie critic in bringing you, dear reader, my thoughts on the new Fantastic Four movie, Rise of the Silver Surfer.
John Connolly combines fact, fiction and folklore in ‘The Book of Lost Things’, a clever and disturbing coming-of-age tale. This book-about-a-book centers around a crucial time in the life of David, a twelve-year-old boy living in World War II period England.
Ozzy Osbourne has been making music since the mid-1700s. According to Wikipedia (the most reputable source in the history of mankind), he has sold 75 million albums worldwide, one for each year he’s been alive. He’s had a hit reality show featuring his incredibly lovable (and vaguely dysfunctional) family. He’s richer than I am. All in all, he’s had a pretty good career.
So why in the hell he would want to make Black Rain is beyond me.
Well, once again tax time has come and gone. Each year we get our W-2s in the mail and, like good peasant merchants, we handed some of our hard-earned income over to the syndicate racketeers. . . er, sorry, I mean our government.
After doing my taxes, I was to receive $546 from the Feds, while I owed the State $847. Once I “took from Peter to pay Paul,” as they say, I would be in the red, owing the difference of $301.