Survey: Name five things you enjoy that most other people don't. And let's refrain from hilarious gag entries. Play it straight and she'll be your date.
A couple of people who remembered my fascination with the cryptozoo e-mailed in to tell me about the recently spotted giant squid, and now that I look, some of the bloggers here were talking about it, too. Being a squid nut, I'm impressed by the shots, but by my personal definition, a 26' squid is not a giant squid. Call me when you get a 90-footer, crazy Japanese people. Sure, the evidence to support squids that big is a bit looser than a genuine video of the thing doing its squiddy dance, but of all the members of the cryptozoo, the super super super-sized squid is the one I have the most faith in. Squids really have no reason to ever stop growing, and considering where they live, it's very possible that a certain lucky few could attain sizes the likes of which no scientist with any interest in his/her reputation would ever suggest. My career isn't on the line, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say that there are squids in the ocean at least four miles long. If you want someone to say that squids will volunteer their services on dry land in an effort to grieve the murder of their young, talk to Peter Benchley.
Shut up, it's not late. It's still September 28th, and the Halloween Countdown entry for September 28th takes a look at the "That's Gross" toy collection — a series of familiar Halloween toys repackaged under a single banner, all sold for the low price of a buck each. Everything from brains in slime to flies in slime to slimy tongues. And an eyeball that lights up. Enjoy. We're getting damn close to October.
PS, I still think Tummi's Halloween Jukebox beats any radio station in the galaxy.
Got a good one for you tonight. In 1989, Rue McClanahan fulfilled the naughtiest clause in her Golden Girls contract by starring in NBC's The Wickedest Witch, a very rare Halloween special that only aired once, maybe twice. It's thirty minutes of Blanche dressed as a bitch witch hag, fiddling around with little reptilian Muppets as she quests to take over the universe. The silly but inoffensive special is a must for Rue fans, and since you've got no chance of seeing the thing if you haven't already, the review includes several video clips. Enjoy.
Okay okay, you can stop e-mailing me, I got them I got them. Exclusive to Target, it's the Jones Soda Halloween Collection, a series of four fine soft drinks ranging from "Caramel Apple" to "Candy Corn," and yeah I've probably got 24 hours to live. Actually, they're nowhere near as offensive as the flavors in last year's Holiday Pack, but it's just more proof that we should always think twice before drinking from cans with pictures of goblins on them. If interested, they're cheap, on borrowed time and are absolutely going to be the cause of many "HAVE YA HEARD ABOUT DEEEEES" conversations this Halloween season. Enjoy, and pretend it's Monday.
Well, it's about time. I'd known about Mountain Dew Pitch Black II, the sequel to last year's spooky soda, for over a month now. Couldn't find it anywhere until last night. I was starting to get eBay-level desperate, and yes, people are selling it on there. Though saddening as it may be to hear that Pitch Black II lost its father's Halloween spirit, it's dark and macabre enough for us to play pretend. It's also more sourful than a lollimotive.
The reason I'm posting this later than usual goes a little something like this: I'm noticing it. I'm seeing it from the prison window of my long bus ride into work every morning, here and there, on walks, in cars, yadda. The Halloween season is here. It's really here. I felt like it was important to me as a person, and important to me as a person who has chosen to devote every night of his life from now until Halloween to writing about Halloween, to get out there and feel it. My definition of feeling it is going to a department store and blowing a lot of money on holiday-themed junk. Now me the person is satiated, and now me the person who has chosen to devote every night of his life from now until Halloween to writing about Halloween has enough ammunition to give you one hell of a Countdown week starting next Monday. Got some really great stuff. Alas, we've still got two more to go for this week, and Thursday's entry chooses to lure you in with a review and download of an old Duracell Halloween commercial, starring who else but…Duracula!
Thursday, September 29th, 2005
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Shut up, it's not late. It's still September 28th, and the Halloween Countdown entry for September 28th takes a look at the 
Got a good one for you tonight. In 1989, Rue McClanahan fulfilled the naughtiest clause in her Golden Girls contract by starring in NBC's 
Well, it's about time. I'd known about 
The reason I'm posting this later than usual goes a little something like this: I'm noticing it. I'm seeing it from the prison window of my long bus ride into work every morning, here and there, on walks, in cars, yadda. The Halloween season is here. It's really here. I felt like it was important to me as a person, and important to me as a person who has chosen to devote every night of his life from now until Halloween to writing about Halloween, to get out there and feel it. My definition of feeling it is going to a department store and blowing a lot of money on holiday-themed junk. Now me the person is satiated, and now me the person who has chosen to devote every night of his life from now until Halloween to writing about Halloween has enough ammunition to give you one hell of a Countdown week starting next Monday. Got some really great stuff. Alas, we've still got two more to go for this week, and Thursday's entry chooses to lure you in with a review and download of an old 
