Geez, you've gotta get to checkin' widdese. Sideshow Collectibles has graced the world with a shitload of amazing 12" dolls from the Friday the 13th series, and normally this wouldn't be that big of a deal for me, but they've gone ahead and made dolls representing all of the different Jasons! Well, some of them at least. My favorite just for the sheer "I can't believe they made it" factor is Jason Voorhees as he appeared in Part II, complete with uncharacteristic large tuft of hair and an outfit that made Farmer Brown run around screaming about someone stealing his church clothes. And the sack mask! Other dolls in the line follow suit with being awesome, particularly the version from Part VI, perfectly encapsulating Jason's sudden progression from mangled man to Zsanus, king of the zombie lizards of Jupiter 9. By the way, this isn't a paid ad or anything. I don't think Sideshow would pay to lend promotion to figures that are limited editions already mostly sold out. Sorry if I had you all excited. Most of 'em are gone, available only to those brave enough to scour eBay with twice the original retail cost in their Paypal accounts.
LATE EDIT: Congrats to site pal and blogger "Manimal" on his first born!
Posted by Matt on 01/19/2005. E-mail me!
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Well, I think I might actually have one for you. I have all the videos for my Monday Video Clip uploaded, and although this one won’t be featured for a while… I think you might enjoy it.
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Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist (Carrie Fisher): Oh no, please, please, let’s hear about your childhood.
Dr Evil: Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it’s breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know, we have to stop.