American Scary

Another documentary with great intentions and an incredible amount of interviewees (see below) but falls down too many times in its execution to be recommended without serious reservations. The director should’ve hired an editor who understood how less can be more with this topic.

For those who don’t remember what regional American television was like, before the homogenization/consolidation, practically every major city had a horror-show host, often on the non-network UHF stations (Chicago 32 in my youth). About once a week, the channel showed some awful Horror flick yet many watched because the host was funny or more amusing than the main feature. Most are the forebearers of MST3K and Austin’s own Master Pancake.

Scary gets one major element right. It explains the common origins of these hosts. Back in the mid-Fifties, Universal put together a movie collection for local stations to show the classics: Frankenstein, Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein. There was a catch though, numerous turkeys were part of the bargain. Filling air time was harder 40-50 years ago so the stations often accepted the deal first, then figured out how to present it later. The solution most came up with was a goofy monster/fiend/something as the MC to serve as comic relief during the breaks (Svengoolie, Ghoulardi, Zacherley and Elvira); others could be serious/ironic (Vampira); and there was a minority doing the living encyclopedia bit (Bob Wilkins and Joe Bob Briggs).

The story about this evolution is then heavily peppered with interviews from these hosts themselves, some happened before they died and one was archived conversations from the Nineties. Here are the people I recall from memory with a little explanation of why they matter:

  • Len Wein: comic book writer who created Wolverine and Blade, yet he did Horror books for Marvel and DC.
  • Neil Gaiman: contemporary writer most know for the Sandman comic, a staple of the Goth crowd.
  • Ernie Anderson: Ghoulardi (Cleveland), later was the voiceover of ABC.
  • Tim Conway: a friend of Ernie Anderson.
  • Malia Nurmi: Vampira (LA).
  • John Zacherle: Zacherley (Philly/NYC).
  • Cassandra Peters: Elvira (LA/International).
  • Jerry G. Bishop: Svengoolie (Chicago).
  • John Bloom: Joe Bob Briggs, former host on TNT and The Movie Channel plus an incredible author who should be on TCM.
  • Joel Hodgson: stand-up comedian, magic consultant and creator of MST3K.
  • Leonard Maltin: film critic, author.
  • Forrest J. Ackerman: considered the greatest SciFi/Horror Fan who ever lived, also wrote authoritative books on movie monsters.
  • Tom Savini: Horror make-up/effects expert, actor.
  • Phil Tippet: Special effects expert.
  • Patricia Tallman: Actress/stuntwoman from numerous Star Trek franchises, Babylon 5 and starred in a remake of Night of the Living Dead.
  • John Kassir: voice actor for numerous cartoons like Rocket Power but known for The Cryptkeeper on HBO’s Tales from the Crypt.

The above list is incredible! It’s the foundation for a first-rate documentary worthy of the History Channel or PBS. Instead the filmmakers fumble it away by diluting it with segments from an army of irrelevant, wannabe hosts. No one gives a crap what they have to say since anybody with a YouTube account is a “TV star” on the Internet! If only a fraction of the above people were available, then I’d understand and would’ve stopped watching much sooner.

I also take issue with the filmmakers’ premise over how each city “independently” developed a unique host in the pre-Internet/pre-cable era. It isn’t rocket science, stories and rumors circulated amongst the industry through magazines, newspapers and the broadcasters have these little annual things called conventions. Tim Conway went from being an engineer in Cleveland to a member of Steve Allen’s comedy gang through word-of-mouth not by being discovered at malt stand. Television stations used to show non-Horror movies with hosts as well when I was a little kid: Family Classics with Frasier Thomas on WGN, some funny guy on KPLR on weekend afternoons, Bill Tush’s Academy Award Theater on WTBS, and a generic guy on WCIA’s The Early Show. It was logical they’d adjust a functional formula to accommodate bad Horror flicks.

I’m glad my co-worker/friend Jarrett told me about it on Netflix Streaming, he’s one of the biggest Horror fans/experts I know. Somara and I are probably peripheral fans ourselves. I certainly will share this with other aficionados, solicit their opinions, hopefully they can prove me wrong. Anybody else, don’t bother, you’ll just want 90 minutes of your life back like I did after enduring the four most boring Canadians who ever lived in the John Hughes tragedy Don’t You Forget About Me.

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Happy Birthday Lee, aka Doc

To the guy who gave my life a new start, rocky as it was for the first couple years but isn’t it always the case with things that prove to be worth the effort? Makes me wish I were a braver person and moved to Austin sooner, then I’d have more great memories to counter this place turning into South Dallas.

I don’t hear from him much anymore which sucks. We used to be pretty tight back in Austin with our Friday-night movie routine and occasional video game sessions at Le Fun; this must explain my addiction to Pinballz.

The last I heard from him: he still lives around Knoxville, his son Nicholas is doing great and he was looking for an Internet solution with the house he was building. Hopefully the Christmas card will make it to the right address since I don’t find PO Boxes to be very reliable lately. Last year I scored him an autographed photo of Joe Bob Briggs from the weekend I met him at Alamo Drafthouse, it never arrived. Very upsetting since I knew how much Doc liked the author and he turned me on to him.

Well, let’s wrap this up on a happier note. If you know my friend Doc and have the means to reach him, drop him a line or send a card. I need to dredge up a belated one, something funny he’ll enjoy.

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Happy fourth anniversary Nancy & Jose

My post isn’t too late because they were married in the evening four years ago. The gifts? (Searching via Google.) Books, flowers, fruit, linen or silk. I’m rooting for the book since I can offer one electronically; either iBooks or Kindle.

This year they’ll probably be celebrating their milestone by watching the World Series; sorry Hoser, I have to root for St. Louis, I grew up in Springfield, IL home of their AAA club the Redbirds. It’s not an unusual or unorthodox plan. If hockey dragged out into late July, I doubt I’d have much difficulty convincing Somara that we should get Stanley or Calder Cup tickets as our mutual gift. My wife genuinely enjoys hockey. I may regret proposing this theoretical matter because NHL Commissioner Gary Bettman never met a bad idea he didn’t like.

Back to my friends. Wish them well. Drop ’em a line. I hope to see them in person again in the very near future.

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Italian #17: Geraldine Ferraro

Putting aside your political affiliations or feelings about the Congresswoman, she still deserves her place in American history as the first woman to be nominated for Vice President of the US. Geraldine was also the first Italian to be nominated for the second-highest executive position in the American government.

I remember when she got the nod during the 1984 campaign. The SCLM and Pundits wrote her off as Mondale’s Hail Mary pass against the unbeatable Reagan. The election played out to the narrative they wanted you to believe but Geraldine did come out fighting, especially when Barbara Bush demonstrated her WASP incivility. However, Mondale did bring up a major point, the US was behind the curve when it came to women holding major offices. Reagan agreed somewhat because he appointed O’Connor to the Supreme Court.

The aftermath of the 1984 election went on to be an albatross for further political ambitions (she lost the Senate nomination in 1992 and 1998). She even regretted accepting the spot due to the attention it brought upon her family, some proved to be warranted yet their crimes were small potatoes compared to the GOP dynasties. Geraldine’s post-veep career wasn’t all dreary or full defeat: co-host of CNN’s Crossfire, UN envoy under Clinton regarding human rights and advocate for victims in Yugoslavia’s civil war. Between gigs, she did return to her law practice since she had a degree from Fordham to fall back on unlike a certain willfully ignorant, opportunistic nouveau riche cretin who doesn’t know her 15 minutes ended.

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Hang up and drive or be exterminated!

Well, it is a Dalek, extermination will happen anyway. Spotted this in the parking lot at Pinballz. I hope the driver had better luck playing the Doctor Who machine than I do, the damned thing loses the balls through the side exits too easily. Yet I keep playing it from time to time like an idiot figuring I’m going to have a good, enjoyable game one day.

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Never trust a Sicilian when death is on the line!

Or on the old Commodore 64 in two-bit resolutions!

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Italian #16: Carlo Collodi (Lorenzini)

Many people today probably think Pinocchio was a Walt Disney creation thanks to the well-loved cartoon but the Italian people know better. The wooden boy who wanted to become a real-live child was penned by ex-soldier/text-book writer/satirist Carlo Lorenzini. He went by the surname Collodi for many reasons is my guess, accurate details can be sketchy (wikipedia or not). Personally, I think he did it to protect his anonymity with reviews and security since Italy is a nation where politics are a full-contact sport.

As I wrote earlier, Collodi was a soldier in the Tuscan army fighting in the unification conflicts; the Italy we know today didn’t exist until 1861 as the peninsula was divided into separate states with some dominated by other European powers. After he mustered out, he founded a satirical paper called Il Lampione (a pre-cursor to The Onion, MAD and National Lampoon?) which was shut down around 1849. It was revived in 1860 yet he kept busy between those years through another named La Scaramuccia (the Skirmish) authoring comedies and reviews (another parallel to The Onion!).

On the textbook side, Collodi put together a Math, grammar and Geography primer using a protagonist named Giannettino (Italian for Johnny).

His most famous work originally appeared in a children’s publication as his attempt to bring Italy into the fold of fairy tales; many we know came from Germany through the Brothers Grimm and France via Perrault. Collodi didn’t put much stock in this, he considered it to be “childish twaddle.” The Italians felt differently as he continued to write more serialized adventures for the next couple years. Much like Ian Fleming and Arthur Conan Doyle, Collodi had his creation die only to have it revived through a huge public outcry.

One major thing Collodi couldn’t resist, and it’s removed from the Disney version, was the socio-political satire Pinocchio he embedded in it. When Benigni’s take from 10 years ago was released, I remember Sylvia Poggioli explaining how Americans may be confused by this take’s fidelity: Pinocchio being unlikeable namely. She also mentioned how “the fox and the cat” is a common political expression of distrust.

In closing, I want to bring in another moment of synchronicity involved with today’s entry. This month Sergio Aragonés’ Funnies #4 did a piece about how writers find inspiration.

Around the late 1870s’ Italy, an aristocratic looking man goes into a tavern to unwind. He overhears some villagers reminiscing over a prank they played on an elderly toymaker. Intrigued, the man buys a round of wine and asks them to divulge the tale.

In their village, Geppini made wooden toys. His dedication to his craft was so great, he never got around to marrying. Now he was regretting this decision.

One day he was inspired to carve a wooden boy, set it out on the window sill and pray to the Madonna that she would grant his desire for a son. This ritual went on for some time.

Then these pranksters chose to fulfill Geppini’s wish figuring it would be hilarious to fool the elderly gentleman. They went to another nearby village, rented an orphan, had the boy put on the carving’s clothes, placed him in the window sill and anxiously waited for the results.

Geppini was overjoyed over the Madonna giving him a son. He was then seen walking around town in his Sunday best, introducing the people to his offspring, oblivious to the joke.

When the pranksters felt the gag had run its course, they went to visit Geppini to tell him the truth. To their surprise, they found him carving a woman, saying, the boy needed a mother.

The opportunity to continue their cruel joke was something they couldn’t resist and off they went to a faraway village to find the ugliest woman for the job.

Again Geppini praised the Madonna for this reward and again, the three of them strolled the village as if they had been a happy family for years. Everybody in town but Geppini, the boy and the wife knew the whole truth yet no one had the heart to dispel these people’s newfound happiness.

The storytellers close with laughter and notice the aristocratic man writing. They ask what he was jotting down. He replies, some notes for a book he is thinking of writing. As he leaves, they thank him for the wine and want to know his name. He answers Carlo Collodi.

Sergio’s yarn is quite effective and entertaining despite it not being true.

This marks me being half way through my goal of averaging an Italian a day. It’s going to be tight with a week to go.

Avanti!

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2001: The iPod’s debut

Product announcements with Steve Jobs were still rather novel then but I recall the SCLM’s expectations were rather high regarding this. I think they were expecting a miracle cure for HIV, proof of alien life or something else since their skepticism, derision and ridicule quickly followed…Oh, it’s just an MP3 player. We predict it will be another Newton or Lisa.

The iPod was a bit risky initially. MP3 players had been around for a couple years so what Apple offered wasn’t new. I even owned a Diamond Rio 500 (bought it used from a co-worker) which did the job for me despite it only holding about an album at a time with a mediocre compression rate. Its $400 price tag (almost $500 today), FireWire-only interface and lack of Windows software drew additional negativity; this made the iPod a Mac exclusive peripheral. What made it less impressive was the iPod’s insides being just a 5 GB hard drive while competitors used solid-state memory. The latter resulted in small-capacity players because solid-state was expensive then but the former’s disadvantages meant the iPod could be damaged more easily through its moving parts.

When I was given the opportunity to purchase one at half price, I jumped at it. The transfer speed was fantastic compared to the DR’s USB 1.1. There was no learning curve with iTunes, SoundJam worked the same way and they shared common DNA. Overall, the experience was pretty decent. The iPod came in handy when running on the treadmill, my vacation in Orlando (on the plane namely) and whenever I needed emergency storage; the originals mounted on the desktop as if it were a hard drive.

I eventually sold it for $100 to someone who really wanted it. This was replaced by a second generation model in preparation for attending Rad’s wedding in Phoenix. As 2002 was ebbing, the iPod had come down in price and had a Windows-based solution. This gave Apple some traction while the competition foundered.

To me, it’s a chicken-and-the-egg thing on what made the iPod the ubiquitous music player of today and the rightful successor of Sony’s Walkman. Some point to the iTunes Store. Their argument is based upon the iPod’s sales slipping until Apple provided music. I have my doubts. People used to own CD collections averaging 200-400 titles before MP3s became the standard. Getting the iPod’s price closer to an acceptable range and functional with PC standards certainly sounds more plausible.

A recent obituary gave Steve Jobs credit toward terrestrial radio’s demise through the iPod. I beg to differ. Terrestrial radio killed itself and continued the stupid tradition of foisting a newer, non-innovative technology on the public to survive…HD radio which is anything but High Definition. The public tends to reject having to re-buy what they already have if the successor offers little for the price: the minidisc, Blu-Ray/HD DVDs, laserdiscs, DAT, SACD, XM-Sirius, etc. Consolidation and debt had a lot to do with it too. So the iPod helped give FM radio a push into irrelevancy. Meanwhile, it isn’t completely dead. NPR and Right-Wing Hate/Talk is doing well. Besides, you can’t fill your iPod with just Oldies, where else will new material come from? Radio or radio-like tastemakers are going to remain. They’re just up against more competition.

Greg Kot did a piece on the iPod’s anniversary too. I think he’s right about there not being a twentieth. The music-playing element has been taken over by the iPhone and iPad. I sadly agree. My fifth iPod (a 2007 Touch) gets used rarely. It’s easier for me to check out stuff through iTunes on my computer (like while I’m writing this). The iPod is reserved for the treadmill or long flights. I still love the little thing though.

How listening to music has changed through the iPod is a discussion for another day.

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Science to Citizen translator

This chart is courtesy of Dr. Plait. I doubt the average American would understand it nor appreciate it, hence it’s why the WSJ hack has all his fallacious wiggle room…no, lets not mince words, it’s why he can spread an outright lie.

I was already familiar with the term and defense of theory from Scientific American‘s piece about Evolution. The best rebuttal to use with Intelligent Designers (an oxymoron at best) and Creationists is to remind them how well the theories about gravity are working out.

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Italians #15: The Jacuzzi Brothers

The Seventies wouldn’t have been the same without their accidental invention the hot tub. Ask the founders of Atari, the band Steely Dan and numerous coke users; for me the last two things seem to go together as the dark side of the Yacht Rock era.

Back at the dawn of aviation, the seven brothers worked on pumps and enclosed cabins for post-WWI aircraft. Their pumps were so successful in irrigating California’s orange groves that they shifted the company’s focus toward it. The loss of one brother in a plane crash may have influenced the change too.

In the Fifties, a teenage family member was stricken with rheumatoid arthritis which required hydrotherapy treatments. Since the boy resided on a farm well outside the city where he received treatment, the Jacuzzis developed a portable water circulator (pump) to use at home. This device turned any normal bathtub into a spa and was the beginning of the invention the Jacuzzi name is synonymous with.

Third-generation Jacuzzi member Roy developed the family invention into the hot tub as we know by the last Sixties. He converted the portable pump into a series of jets incorporated into a “Roman” bath. This lead to larger models for entire families in the Seventies…riiiiight, it probably was his intention though. Then they were made smaller, more affordable in the Eighties as these things became a mythical staple of California households like owning a horse or gun is in Texas.

Today, the Jacuzzis continue to improve and innovate all their products, the hot tub oddly remains a minor aspect to their corporation. I hope to honestly own one myself. We have friends with a hot tub (don’t know the brand), it’s awesome, especially after a crappy, stressful day at work. You can feel all the bullshit ebb away as the jets massage your back. Since Italians invented this, I certainly would look into their brand if it isn’t too expensive.

I’ll close with the anecdote leading to the Jacuzzis being included in my monthly feature. It comes courtesy of my friend Peter.

During the War in the Pacific, allegedly a second-generation Jacuzzi was very popular with the American officers. After the Allied forces landed on an island near Japan, Iwo Jima it’s rumored, this Jacuzzi found a way to build an effective makeshift hot-water shower. It must’ve worked pretty well, there was a huge line of men waiting their turn during a break in the fighting. Seems plausible given all those photos you see of soldiers covered in mud.

More can be learned about the family from their official site.

Now I probably need to remind the Mighty Fine-Rudy’s people not to use the Jacuzzi name with their hand-washing gadget unless it was built by the said company. Otherwise they should say “it’s a spa for your hands.” It’s the same (losing) campaign Xerox®, Trampoline® and Formica® have been waging.

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Italians #14: Garry & Penny Marshall (Masciarelli)

I unintentionally took the week off on my Italian goal so I have some serious catching up to do! Bear with me as I will probably have to shorten these entries yet I will not have any doubling up count as two…I set that precedent through the Magliozzi brothers.

Garry and Penny are the well-known sibling directors although they’ve never co-directed as far as I’ve seen. Their original surname was Masciarelli, the family changed it to something more Anglo, probably to assimilate or in my case, make it easier to pronounce due to American-English speakers inability to learn the basics of any other language. Plus they’re only half Italian.

I’ll start with Garry who has a much longer career with sitcoms and movies. Eventually I will get around to reading his book Wake Me When It’s Funny which was highly recommended during his commentary appearance on The Simpsons, he was the zookeeper exploiting Apu’s children. This will give more insight on what he did before he broke into show business as a writer for the Joey Bishop Show. Garry went on to other hits you may recognize: The Dick van Dyke Show, The Lucy Show, Gomer Pyle and I, Spy. I learned he did the screenplay to a favorite James Garner movie I loved as a kid, How Sweet It Is, Paul Lynde’s scenes were unforgettable. As the Seventies rolled around he moved up to executive producer to the TV version of The Odd Couple. Despite the clout he had from Odd‘s popularity, ABC rejected his proposed pilot about the Fifties so it was made into a Love American Style episode starring Ron Howard. After the success of American Graffiti three years later, also starring Ron; the network changed its mind and bought Happy Days. Thus began Garry’s run with Aaron Spelling into pulling ABC out of its rut as the number three network. Some shows succeeded spectacularly: Laverne & Shirley, Mork & Mindy; others are best forgotten: Joanie Loves Chachi, Blansky’s Beauties.

Garry shifted more into directing movies by the Eighties with Young Doctors in Love, Overboard, Beaches and Nothing in Common. He continued to helm larger successes during the Nineties, namely the flick Pretty Woman which gave Julia Roberts the career she didn’t deserve.

His best movie is The Flamingo Kid, a semi-biographical story starring Matt Dillon. It wasn’t a roaring success at the box office but I think cable gave it a second life. I know my friends and I watched Kid several times during my senior year in Beulah. We also went through a brief phase of playing gin-rummy to pass the days, saying the catchphrase “sweet Georgia brown” as an announcement to a victory. How I wish it were on Netflix streaming, I guess I will hunt it down in a discount DVD bin. Then I can loan it out to demonstrate to peers how everything Garry does isn’t schmaltz.

We can also thank or curse him for discovering Robin Williams, a last-minute replacement for an alien on Happy Days and giving Michael McKean and David Landers a writing gig which morphed into the iconic second bananas Lenny & Squiggy.

According to imdb.com, the man shows no signs of slowing down. He still has projects on the horizon.

I recently learned two amazing things about Garry, one through my research, the other due to the death of Dr. Grams. The first was him being an alumnus of Northwestern. With all these great writers having the Chicago university in common, I would’ve attended this place instead of Marquette if I could do it all over again. Maybe I can help make this possible for my brother’s kids. As for number two, according to one of Grams’ obituaries, Grams and Marshall were friends. During the three courses I took, Dr. Grams never mentioned this. It was probably for the best. I would’ve badgered him to tell some stories regarding Garry and like all my classmates, begged for a recommendation to get a chance to work for the already legendary writer/director. Before Dr. Grams passed away, Garry interrupted his busy schedule to have a final phone conversation this Spring.

Younger sister Penny is no slouch. She started off as an actress often appearing in various things Garry ran or not. The big break of course was the co-lead in Laverne & Shirley. My brother loved this show, I found it irritating initially yet it grew on me too. Neither program inspired me to live in Milwaukee.

The directing bug bit Penny too. Her resume isn’t as long as Garry’s but she has several very memorable movies: Big, A League of Their Own and Riding in Cars with Boys. The former two titles gave her the distinction of being the first woman to direct movies that earned $100 million. She moved more into the background as an executive producer as the Nineties waned.

This sibling’s affinity to direct poses one major question regarding Penny’s ex-husband, Rob Reiner, another director responsible for well-loved movies (The Princess Bride, This is Spinal Tap, When Harry Met Sally). Did Rob get infected by Penny or the other way around or a latent result from working on three things Garry Marshall was involved with he appeared in. I’m only kidding. My silly theory can be debunked from two angles: Rob’s father is the equally famous director/writer Carl Reiner and Ron Howard learned his directing skills from Roger Corman.

Now to put The Flamingo Kid on my Amazon wishlist.

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Happy belated 55th birthday Carrie “Princess Leia” Fisher

Another cool birthday displayed on my Simpsons calendar at work. My childhood wouldn’t the same without her and the rather goofy hairdo (more like a hairdon’t in her opinion) in Star Wars. Oddly, I never had a crush on Princess Leia. Maybe I was too young at the time. Much like her movie character, my Leia action figure (3-4″ is too small to be a doll) was often a competent and sagacious leader in all the numerous space operas I managed. So Carrie did have a different, positive influence over my upbringing.

All the women in SciFi before her usually got relegated to lame roles which have been revamped thankfully: Lt. Uhura, the Robinson women, Athena, and Cassiopeia. Sheba seemed to buck the trend, too bad she wasn’t memorably “re-imagined” in the 2003 version of Battlestar Galacitca unless Bryan Singer’s version happens.

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May this part of The Simpsons also wrap up

I’m confident the six voice actors had the comic books included in their study about how profitable the franchise has been for News Corp. At number 17, Treehouse of Hour is back on track and could make it to 20 years.

This year the opening story is a silent-movie parody of Nosferatu with Mr. Burns as the infamous vampire. It was fair but loses its effect due to the TV show doing a Dracula bit years ago. The middle story features the guest author, musician/singer Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Go’s (I need to research the punctuation). She did a pretty good job for despite it drifting into the worn-out zombie genre while demonstrating her Star Wars fandom I’ve read about in the now defunct Geek magazine. Treehouse wraps up with an EC tribute, the publication HBO’s Tales from the Crypt is derived from.

Overall I wouldn’t recommend a casual fan buying it. Diehards? Maybe. Completists? Do I have to ask? Was I disappointed? Not really. This was better than last year’s yet I think the Halloween tales are pretty tapped out, maybe Bongo should retire the comic for a couple years.

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New trailer for Dirge

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I wish I were big

Now installed and operating at Pinballz. I couldn’t resist using the quote on the unfortunate young lady installing it. She smiled. I followed up with, “Yeah, I bet you haven’t heard that line yet.”

I was also surprised to see I did get the movie line correct, if imdb.com is accurate. Most people use “was” instead of the grammatically correct “were” since it’s a subjunctive statement, aka a wish not a statement about the past. Cindy the writing teacher can back me up on this.

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