Lower-case letters will not save WAL*MART
Current mood: adored
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping

My disdain for Wal-Mart is a matter of public record, but I give them credit for at least trying to create a more upscale image in the public eye. Gone, for instance, are the horrendous blue vests the employees used to wear and in their place are some spiffy dark blue polo shirts. The part of the makeover that has most grabbed my eye in the last couple weeks is the new logo. It's obviously going to take time to change this on the storefronts for a gajillions of Wallys ..round the world but they're already pushing it out on print form in their Sunday advertising and the like. Gone are the IMPOSING CAPS and awkward symbols in the proper place of hyphens and in its place is the new brand designation of "Walmart" (which actually looks nicer in their own font than my own). A clean, quick portmanteau evocative of "Walgreens". It's got a lot going for it. Little subtleties like this go a long way.

But as I discovered today, in the race for Coolest Big Box store, Target has just a pulled a Road Runner once again leaving a bibbed, silverware toting "Wal E. Coyote" standing slack-jawed, hungry and alone in the middle of the desert. How? With the help of this guy...



Even thought this is the Internet, there's still a chance that some of you don't follow the trends in Japanese pop culture too closely. For your benefit, then, this little fellow is Domo Kun. He is to Japanese satellite television what the "Living Color" peacock is to NBC, and he has been enlisted by Target to shill their Halloween goods.

While looking for a new practice soccer ball for Bella today, Alex came running over to to forcibly drag me over to Target's Halloween section over which was hanging a five-foot tall Domo Kun wearing an eyepatch and carrying a Domo-shaped pumpkin. I had to look around to make sure we were actually in Target(tm) and not some local otaku hole-in-the-wall like Chibi Metropolis or Tokyo Hardcore. Nope. It was Target, that was Domo Kun hanging from the ceilig, and somebody in Target's marketing department deserves a bonus for brining kawaii to America in a big, big way.

Target rules. Wal-Mart ("Walmart"...eh, whatever) still has issues.

Currently playing : Professor Layton and the Curious Village Release date: 2008-02-10

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The Last Word on DTV (continued)
Current mood: nerdy
Category: Web, HTML, Tech

Atomic Tesla-coiled antennas notwithstanding, I want to make a plug for one particular DTV box over the next, now that I have two models to compare. The Apex DT250 vs the Zenith DTT901. Both are the same price: $20 with a voucher, $60 without.

Short answer for the non-technical: Don't buy the one at Best Buy. Do buy the one at Circuit City. (For some reason the big box stores are only stocking a large number of only one any given voucher-eligible model)

Short answer for the more technical: Buy the Zenith. It blows the Apex away. Luckily I don't have to give a detailed technical list of the issues I've observed because someone else already did.. Of all the issues this fella wrote down in comparing the two tuners I've personally observed 80% of them, with my two biggest gripes being the non-adjustable window-boxing and the flaky remote.

The only two advantages the Apex has over the Zenith are a smart antenna port and s-video output in addition to RF and composite. I don't know what a "smart" antenna is, but it can't be better than an atomic one. As for the s-video output, what good does that do you if you can't even properly adjust the picture size?!

No contest here. The Zenith is the better model for the money. I'm going to see if I can dump the Apex on Craigslist. Better than cash, maybe I can get someone to trade me an unused DTV voucher for it...

(Screen shots of the two boxes in action for further comparison)

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The Last Word (Almost) On DTV.
Category: Web, HTML, Tech

Went out to use my remaining DTV converter voucher and picked up a different model than the 1st unit. Following that, a quick visit to the thrift store netted an amazing piece of serendipity.


Best.Antenna.Ever. You can have your lame DTV. My television is now atomic!!! (and with little Tesla coils for even more win).


The UHF receiver in the middle actually rotates for "precision tuning" when you spin the right hand UHF dial, conveniently marked with a range of circular degrees.


This adapter has seen better days, but note the genuine coaxial cable coming off the main unit. This antenna must have been made during the "High Atomic" cultural era (1949-1963), possible the "Late Atomic" as well, and yet it has a coax connector, which I assumed wasn't all that common until around 1980. Clearly this antenna was ahead of its time!


2008, meet 1960. 1960...2008.When the fella at the thrift store saw what I was buying, he asked if I thought the antenna would work. I said of course it would. He then just looked at me like I was the crazy man. But here it is, hooked to a DTV converter and pulling in a clean Digital signal to the Spanish speaking PBS sub-channel (it had better be clean, the antennae extend darn near to the ceiling)

"The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people. A race of atomic supermen which will conquer the world!"

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Tuning In To My Mortality.
Current mood: distraught
Category: Life

Yesterday while driving in to work I decided to take a break from the vitriol of talk radio and flipped the dial (pushed the "Scan"..whatever) over to Big Oldies 98.5. A couple of minutes later to my surprise, legendary local DJ Bobby Box started playing "Start Me Up" by the Rolling Stones. How is this an "oldie"?, I temporarily mused. Well, I knew that, although not released until 1981, "Start Me Up" was actually written and recorded way back in 1975 (which in my mind has always been a testament to the timelessness of the Stones' music). So by current the current reckoning, I rationalized, the song was more or less and "oldie".

But on today's commute Bobby found a way to really rattle my foundations by reaching into his stacks of wax to give a spin to John Cougar's early single "Hurts So Good", released in 1982.

Wait.One.Damn.Minute. When did John Cougar (old school Mellencamp in the hizzouse) become an oldie act?! "Classic rock", yes. "Retro", sure. I'll even give you "nostalgia". But - the Strolling Bones notwithstanding - I'm having a hard time putting any 80's music in the same bucket alongside the likes of Buddy Holly or the Supremes. There it is, I guess. Squinting hard through my 20/400 eyeglasses I can see the first spritzy locks of big hair and the shine of the day-glo hoop earrings belonging to my formative decade -  the 1980's - creeping over the horizon of antiquity.

It hasn't been that long, has it? It sure doesn't seem like that long to me. Please...let me bury a few million more Baby Boomers before this mindset starts to take hold. Come on...slow it down a bit, will ya?

(Think I'll go play some Atari and take my mind off all this...)

Currently playing : Demon Attack (Atari 2600)

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Did I Mention I Spent The Summer Learning About Bondage?
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

No I didn't. I neglected to mention that in my list of blog hiatus activities.

Incidentally, that's Bondage. James Bond…age (Get your minds out of the gutter, pervs).

With 23 feature films in 46 years (including the upcoming Quantum of Solace), James Bond is, I believe, second only to Godzilla (28 films in 54 years) in terms of semi consistent, long-term cinematic activity, and yet prior to this year I had never sat through an entire Bond film from start to finish. The apathy began when I was much younger. I clearly remember the 007 movie series being a regular fixture on the old ABC Friday Night Movie. I'd always be initially drawn into these things by those now-famous provocative title sequences of nude silhouetted women doing assorted gymnastics and pointing pistols at giant lava lamp bubbles, only to become immediately discombobulated as soon as this hypnotic imagery was supplanted by the stuffy old men complaining in their British accents about some problem that only Bond could fix. ABC's faithful commitment to show the whole movie in unedited form but allowing for commercial breaks would stretch these ordeals into three-hour grind sessions which saw me alternately bored out of my 8-year-old skull, riveted to the occasional high-speed car chase, wandering off to play with my Micronauts during the "smoochy" parts, and eventually falling asleep before the world was eventually saved again by Commander Bond.

Wondering if there was something I was still missing in all of this, I resolved around eleven or twelve years ago to putting myself through a crash course in Bondology one of these summers. Compelled in part by being more impressed than I expected to be by Daniel Craig in the Casino Royale remake, I finally decided this last one was The Summer and went all the way back to the beginning with Dr. No.

As of the time of this writing I've made it through Moonraker. The conclusion thus far is that, yes, James Bond movies are pretty cool, but it's difficult to present a single reason as to exactly why. In fact, the more I think about it, I'm willing to bet that for the average American fan there's less genuine grokking of what Bond is about than one may be willing to admit. Part of this has to do with the fact that 007 is ultimately a creature of the United Kingdom, and all the peculiarities that go with that. The droll humor, the slavish devotion to good manners… there's a complex cultural framework behind Bond that remains elusive to the average Yank no matter how many Monty Python sketches he can quote verbatim. Bond may occasionally serve interests in line with those of Washington, but that doesn't make him one of us. He's still pretty fun to watch.

A few random thoughts on what I've seen so far:

-    I'm not convinced Bond is a patriot for Queen and Country so much as he simply enjoys the lavish lifestyle he lives on the tab of the Crown. It's of lesser consequence to Bond that England and the rest of the world remain free from the tyranny of billionaire mad scientists than that he gets to drive the nice cars, stay in the good hotels, etc. This is not to suggest that he's a mercenary. It's just that he seems more into the perks than the public good.

-    The "better Bond" question of Moore vs Connery is unanswerable. Both are awesome in their own way while both bring something different to the table. Connery's Bond was a more of a brawler who reveled in his own belligerence whereas Moore brings out more of the latent British gentleman. The question is about as meaningless as comparing Bruce Lee to Jackie Chan. There's good and bad in both. Now having said that…

-    …poor old George Lazenby (Bond in one film – On Her Majesty's Secret Service - between the Connery and Moore eras) was an absolutely fantastic replacement for old Sean. Unfortunately he backed the wrong horse. Believing that Bond was headed to obsolescence with the approaching more liberated 1970's, he only did the one picture before backing out of the role for good. Too bad because I liked him a lot. George, we hardly knew ye.

-    What's the deal with the boats and the sex? Out of eleven movies I've seen so far it seems like well more than half of them end with Bond and a girl in a boat on the water, either in a state of moral compromise or darn close to it. Virtually every kind of boat imaginable has been involved here, from a life raft to a Chinese junk all the way to an ocean liner (and if we're willing to stretch our interpretation of "boat" a bit, even the freakin' Space Shuttle!). I can't figure out if Fleming or whoever writes these scripts is playing with some sort of complex symbology or just treating us to his deep-rooted fetishes. Please…no more boat sex kthx.

-    As far as the post-Moore bonds go: Daniel Craig I liked, only because my first full Bond film was with him so I had a good impression. I hope it sticks but maybe I should watch Casino Royale again now that I've got a better grasp of the old school (Connery & Moore). Pierce Brosnan may be all right, maybe not. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. I'm considering skipping the Timothy Dalton movies because when I hear that name all I can think of is Prince Barin. That "pornstache" of his is burned so deeply into my memory that not even Klytus's bore worms could dig it out.

-    Personal Scorecard…Best Connery: Goldfinger. Worst Connery: You Only Live Twice. Best Moore (so far): The Man With The Golden Gun. Worst Moore (so far): Live and Let Die. Best movie overall (so far): On Her Majesty's Secret Service. Worst overall: Live and Let Die.

So up next is For Your Eyes Only. Here's hoping it's a good one. Either way it's been quite fun little cinematic exercise thus far and one I'll continue with so long as the fuel in the rocket pack holds out.

Currently watching : For Your Eyes Only Release date: 2007-02-06

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Radio Shack: You’ve Got Questions. We’re Impersonating The Government.
Category: Web, HTML, Tech

In my last entry I failed to mention a Consumer Pro Tip for those of you who have yet to buy your DTV converter boxes yet, and the tip is this:

Do not buy your DTV converter from Radio Shack. In fact, maybe you should think about never buying anything from Radio Shack ever again.

It was about a month ago when I ran first ran out the door with DTV vouchers in my hot little hand and Radio Shack just happened to be the first place into which I popped. The young fella minding the shop pointed out the one voucher-eligible model available on the shelf. And as I lifted the box to read the description the sales guy launched into what my brother (and more on him in a minute) says is best described as "razzle-dazzle" insisting that in addition to the DTV converter I was going to also require a high-end internal UHF antenna because "These converter boxes can only pick up the signal through UHF." Knowing this to be complete bollocks, but sympathizing with his apparent mandate from management to upsell these things, I wiped the glitter from my eyebrows and told him I already had a UHF antenna that would do the trick.

We then walked to the checkout, where anybody who's shopped at the Shack in the last decade can predict what happened next. If you're not in the know, Radio Shack has become infamous for trying to squeeze address information out of customers for the sake of putting you on the distribution list for their snail mail advertising. Whether you're buying anything from a battery to a Blackberry, cash or charge, you can count on a barrage of social engineering questions requesting your home phone number, address, and email.

I politely declined to answer any of these questions when I was informed by the clerk that Radio Shack needed to collect this information "for the government". Perhaps it was my Marine Corps conditioning, but the mention that this information was needed by someone in legal civil authority managed to loosen my tongue enough to spew forth an address and a phone number. When the clerk next asked for my email address, I snapped back to reality enough and asked this person - knowing as I did that the government already had procured this info when I requested the vouchers - if he was sure this data wasn't being sought for Radio Shack marketing, to which he replied yes. It was "for the government".

Then the young man did a peculiar thing. Right in front of my eyes, he grabbed a scrap of paper and pen from his terminal area and wrote down my full name and home phone number from off his screen. When I asked him why he did that, he said it was because he was personally going to make absolutely sure that my information was not going into a mailing list. That was too much for me. I grabbed the piece of paper from the table, whirled his monitor around where I could see, and made him manually delete everything identifying me in the database field which - I'd like to point out - contained no references that this was info requested by Uncle Sam. I then walked out, leaving Radio Shack's answer to Big Brother with a canceled sale to void out.


I put the incident out of my mind until this morning when my brother called me asking for clarification on something related to these new-fangled DTV boxes. He hadn't bought one yet, but he had just left Radio Shack (a different store than the one I went to) and was trying to figure out if he, too, had been razzled-dazzled.

Looking to get the maximum value out of his own vouchers, my brother explained to the girl at Radio Shack that he already had an antenna on his roof (which I assume is VHF/UHF...so much for that upsell opportunity) and was wondering if it were possible to connect a single DTV converter to the aerial, and then use some sort of coaxial splitter to share the signal among more than one TV in the house. Radio Girl stated rather insistently that this could not be done; that each TV had to have its own converter. When my brother asked why, her response was "I don't know 'why' exactly, but that comes straight from the government." My brother rightly smelled a pile of poppycock and called me up for an explanation, hoping I was living up to the "tech" in Pantechnicon this day.

I explained to my brother that the Shack - against all obvious appearances - was actually sort of right about this. But it has less to do with the executive mandate than it does the exact function of the DTV box, which does not replace an existing antenna but merely serves as a replacement tuning device. Those of you old enough to remember life before "cable ready" televisions may recall the days when if you wanted to watch cable you had to rent a box from the cable company, put your old TV on channel 3 (thereby competing with the old Atari) and tune your cable channels through the box. Same principle here. You could hook up more than one television to a DTV converter, but you'd all be watching the same channel. And if you're so anti-social you can't watch the same TV program in the same room with your family, then you probably need to watch less TV.


It's sad to see how much geek cred Radio Shack has squandered from its peak 25 to 30 years ago. Back then the Shack was the Dream Job I said I'd get when I turned 16. The TRS-80 was one of the greatest computers in the world, and the stores were all staffed by these thirty-something potheads, visibly uncomfortable in ill-fitting ties and slacks, but nonetheless were all natural-born engineers who would show you - happily and competently - how to make a HAM radio receiver out of a 9-volt battery, some paper clips, and a bag of rock salt. Now the stores are all ran by a bunch of paunchy cell-phone salesmen whose sole knowledge of discrete electronic components (resistors, capacitors, etc) is simply that they're in the store, over there, under the wall display of universal remotes.

Maybe if Radio Shack took the opportunity when they had it to switch to a Big Box retail model this decline wouldn't be so painful to watch. Instead Radio Shack looked into the face of the future...and blinked. Now they just look pathetic, like rats in their little hole-in-the-mall sized stores peddling a huge markup on things you can get cheaper elsewhere, and maybe from someone with a little better technical acumen. The quicker the Shack declares full bankruptcy the better. The Digital Decade demands a sacrifice.

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The Analog Kid is giving way to the Digital Man.
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Web, HTML, Tech

"I'm looking for the government cheese."

The girl at Best Buy smiled at this and with no need for further elaboaration led me to a stack of DTV converter boxes. $20 and one government voucher later I was walking out the door with one of the low-end models.

We have DirectTV in the living room but are discontinuing it this month. After that we will switch back to the basic, basic cable feed which is part of the ISP package. So the over air DTV box was really more for my curiosity than anything else.

It's hooked up now in my office,, where I spend less time watching television than I do fiddling with it. I don't even have a television per se in there so much as I do a convoluted hodge-podge of electronic detritus which accomplishes the same purpose. Here's how it works this week: A pair of rabbit ears feeds into a 5-port coaxial switchbox, which toggles into the DTV converter, which itself is hooked into a box that converts NTSC signals to VGA, which then runs into a 21" RGB computer monitor manufactured in 1991. Don't ask me why. I don't know exactly, except that I really enjoy my geek perversions.

Well, the DTV thing is actually pretty cool. Even just running off of an old pair of VHF rabbit ears, the signals are way better than anything I was able to pull out of plain analog analog. It's kind of weird knowing these signals come off straight out of the air without the slightest trace of "snow" or anything other broadcast artifacts with which I've been familiar all my life. The only thing that bugs me a little bit is that some of the aspect ratios are off. Most channels come in at 16:9 but a few come in at 4:3 but in a small box all around. Either it's a limitation of the converter box or maybe the bandwidth is reduced until this transition comes full circle come 2009.

I still have a second DTV voucher courtesy of Uncle Sam and I think I'll do a little more research on the second unit; try to get something a little more high end, but at least now I'm set for the full conversion in February.

Come February I'm tentatively planning on hosting a "goodbye to analog" party on the night of February 16 (or 17th...however this transition is supposed to take place). It will be sort of like a New Year's eve party with a little bit of the old "Y2K" dread mixed in. Everybody invited will be required to bring at least one old analog televison. We'll give them all one more stab at being functional: turn them all on to different channels across the whole spectrum of VHF and UHF and leave them that way until midnight, when all the signals turn to permanent snow. It'll be fun.

Consider yourselves all invited, but remember it's BYOTV. I'll provide the food, booze and surge protectors.

Currently watching : Drive-In Cult Classics - 8 Movie Set Release date: 2008-02-05

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A moving target in a mobile garden of pure ideology.
Current mood: Wary
Category: Wary News and Politics

Despite multiple visits to the local Obama campaign headquarters in recent weeks, I have yet to walk away with any significant complimentary swag such as a lawn sign or a bumper sticker. These items are consistently unavailable to both the hoi polloi as well as the hoity-toity.

As to why this is the case, I suppose that depends which side of the campaign you're on right now. If you're an Obama supporter, you might argue that the demand is exceeding the supply. If you're in the McCain camp, then you're probably inclined to argue that the reason is because Obama would rather you paid for these things. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle.

At least on my last visit I walked away with something in hand. A few round Obama stickers, of the type one would see on somebody's shirt or cubicle wall, intended to be ephemeral at best. Trying to make do, I put in one on my car bumper, directly opposite the round USMC logo that's been on the bumper for several years.

Symmetrically speaking they balance each other out, but ideologically I can see where to some it might look off-kilter. I'm thinking of evening out the cognitive dissonance between these two supposedly conflicting entities by replacing the current Obama sticker with the more niche-friendly Veterans For Obama design. That way my conservative friends will be less likely to think it was some left-leaning uppity type who slapped it on there in protest to my USMC support.

Of course in the last few years certain undesirbale elements of the liberal movement have become less associated with putting stickers on things and moreso about taking them off.. It happened to my brother's minivan back in 2004. Somebody who probably considers himself and open-minded and tolerant type took a key and scraped off most of a Bush re-election sticker adorning my brother's windshield. Look...I don't care what you believe, left or right, there's really no call for messing with an individual's property rights.

I'd like to say conservatives are just likely to pull this sort of thing than liberals, but on the whole I've heard more stories about extreme lefties pulling that sort of thing than their right-wing counterparts. From the right I expect something a little more subtle, such as a note under the windshield indicating that the writer thinks I'm a commie, or that he/she will pray for my soul. I've got about eight weeks of Sundays ahead of me between now and election day wherein my Obama-stickered foreign economy car will be parked amid the SUV's and minivans of the status quo set from my church. If anything like this happens you all will be the first to know.

Currently listening : Audio-Visions By Kansas Release date: 1996-02-27

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Wolfgang & Rodney’s High School Reunion
Current mood: content
Category: Life

Went to my 20-year high school reunion last night with Mrs. Pan and my old high school pal John. It was more or less exactly what I expected it to be like; that I barely recognized anybody there, and that I'd spend the better part of the evening hanging out and chatting predominantly with the people I never fully lost contact with since 1988 (John and I go back to 9th grade in this respect).

Still, I was surprised with the number of people who did remember me, and in particular for the things they specifically recalled which, in spite of my arm-long list of regrets for my actions against others, weren't quite as incriminating as I expected. One girl (I guess she's a woman now, but you know what I mean) remembered me from our mutual tenure working at Hardees after school and confessed to some pity for me owing to the fact that, by virtue of my being the only male on the shift, I was always stuck with the thankless task of cleaning the fry vats (to this day I still bear scars on my hands from the grease burns). Another fellow who was apparently in my sophomore English class recounted how he was always baffled by the way I held my pen and for my eccentric looking signature.

Three of the attendees were classmates dating not only back to high school, but all the way back to sixth grade, and we spent a good deal of time talking delightedly about dear old Mrs. Senter and her macabre history lectures (she was unusually preoccupied with Egyptian mummification, French guillotines and Aztec human sacrifice rituals).

The Bible teaches (sorry...can't remember the exact passage) that in Heaven persons aren't given to one another in marriage, meaning that in Heaven the relationships between spouses, parents and children, aunts and uncles, etc. are dissolved and in the place of all these human relationships is an eternal communion with God. Many people find this notion off-putting in part, because it seems to suggest some type of messing with your mind on God's part; that you won't remember your wife or your children, which I'll admit sounds pretty horrific. When I think about it, though, I imagine these sorts of personal encounters in the afterlife would actually be more akin to what happens at a high school reunion. You again meet these people that you haven't seen in ages, you remember one another mostly clearly and hopefully in a favorable light. But the context of your relationship to one another has changed, and the bitter rivalries, unrequited crushes, etc. are all diminished in favor of a new relational standard based on implicit respect and commonly held experiences.

I'm not saying my high school reunion was an epiphanous religious experience, but I left the event last night with the general impression that everybody who was there seemed pretty happy about having made it that far. And that was good enough for me and John to leave on a high note.

Besides, there are only so many times the DJ can play Simple Minds "Don't You (Forget About Me)" before it starts to feel forced.

Currently watching : Moonraker Release date: 2007-05-22

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Yet another plug for Necroville.
Current mood: Undead
Category: Undead Movies, TV, Celebrities

So as I referenced in my resumption here...after three years in post-production, Necroville is finally out on DVD (happy dance). Longtime readers may recall my recollection of Necroville's World Premiere Night from about a year ago, and now the magic comes home through the miracle of home video.

Just got my copy a few days ago and thought I'd share some pictures with those of the MySpace gang who know me personally and might be interested in purchasing their own copy. But right up front, you might as well know that if you watch this and blink you'll completely miss my fleeting presence. Thank goodness for single-frame screen caps.


(Right before the opening credits. That's me in the red shirt.)


(Brown shirt on the left, eating some poor homeowner in his own yard)


(On the left - A real vampire, not just some poseur. "It's goth night at the Pulse")


(On the right, undulating with the schoolgirl vampire in the middle of the booth....This was a hard scene to explain to my wife. "Uh, Honey? You're gonna see something kinda awkward for us both here in a minute..." )


(In the desert camo pants on the hood of the truck. Unfortunately they didn't get any good face shots of me in this segment and that's a bummer because I had on really good makeup).

So...I'm making a personal appeal for as many of you like this sort of thing to please buy a copy of this movie! My minimal presence notwithstanding, it's a fun film for horror and comedy fans alike. Think Ghostbusters meets Clerks. I'm not making a dime off this, and I paid for my copy of the film just like everybody else. My only interest in plugging this is getting some due reward into the filmmaker's hands. The money goes straight to support the two fellas (Billy and Adam) who put a lot of hard work into this project. It's a wholly independent production. It was a fun experience for me, and having now played some bit roles in a movie I have a greater appreciation of how much work goes into the practice of cinema, even low-budget schlock like this.

And if that's not enough of an appeal, let me throw this in a hint of spoiler as well: In this movie, you will see a vampire (a master vampire, no less) die in a manner that has never been put on screen before. Guaranteed. Isn't that alone worth considering the price of purchase?

(Yes, it is)

Currently watching : Necroville Release date: 2008-09-30

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