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Yep, Ol’ Vincent has always been one of my favorites. He was at his best in the Dr. Phibes series, and I can’t remember the name of the movie, but the one with the glowing, bone sucking radioactive Turtles were hilarious.

Plus, in that era, all you needed to survive the worst nuclear disaster was a pair of clean white cotton gloves…. 😉

“The Legend Of Hell House”… no Vincent Price, but a surprisingly scary bit of film.

The one film of Vincent Price’s that sticks in my mind was The House of Usher

But then I love me some Poe. Jeebus, I knew this old desert rat who used to live way the hell out there (bastrad tried to shoot me once, but I digress.) I used to take him supplies once in a while. He found 4 baby ravens in an abandoned raven nest, so he adopted them. They would sit on their perches and just stare at you. Creepy, when they croaked at you too.

None of this is actually true.

I just got a wine glass, a set of Scrabble letters and asked VP what Stoatie wanted for her birthday….

If you haven’t watched this video making the rounds, you really need to. What’s happening in Nashville is HUGE, and I had no idea. Which is bad, because my family is there and it’s where I went to High School and stuff.

I talked to my dad earlier in the week, and he said there are whole neighborhoods that he reckons will just have to be bulldozed down. Not worth what it would take to clean them up.

Actually, despite the premise of this film, I’m not sure I understand why we haven’t seen more of this on TV. Shoot, you’d think the global warmists would have latched onto it, if nothing else.

Yes, but noone is screaming for Government assistance, or part of a Liberal-Defined victimhood group, so the Press doesn’t give a flying rabbit…

Wow! What happened? (Yeah, OK, I’m gonna go Google of course. . .) Glad your Dad and them are OK.

A couple of unprecedented rainstorms and the Cumberland River o’ertopped its banks. Near as I can figure.

I’ve been embarrassed to ask. I feel like I should have known…

Yeah, it’s always tricky with other people’s disasters–you don’t want to sound like you are oblivious to what is going on in their world, and at the same time, you don’t want to sound nosy and eager when you ask about it. I didn’t find a lot of detail in a quick Google search–just that the river overflowed its banks because of rain. . .and a lot of flapdoodle over the losses of Grand Ol’ Opry stars. Although, in all fairness, I’ll bet the GOO folks pitch in and donate megabucks to help restore the city; artists tend to be generous when they have the wherewithal to be generous with.

Oh, man, that started an orgy of looking up old C&W favorites (from back when country was country, hm?) Sixteenth Avenue. . .Honky Tonk Angels. . .Countin’ Flowers on the Wall. Damn, I miss those days!

I’ve been disgusted there has been no response from this fucking administration about this, not one fucking word.

Mike Nelson and the co-conspirators of MST3K are up among the pantheon of Funniest Guys of All Time. I thought rib-aching laughter was a metaphor until I woke up the day after an MST3K marathon (which was highly, and by that I mean thoroughly booze-fuelled, I must admit) and thought, “jeez, who did I get in a fight with last night?”

And, honestly, people, what’s with the faux-perplexity about why the Nashville floods haven’t garnered wall-to-wall media coverage? That’s too disingenuous to be taken seriously. You know why. Next thing you know MSNBC will be relating the tale of how Chocolate Jesus scored eleven holes-in-one during one of his oh-so-frequent golf rounds. The MFM [sic, H/T Ace] in the US sickens me. The man merits hanging, but you’d have to bludgeon 700 reporters off his cock before you could hoist the rope.

That whole Ryman Auditorium/record shop section of Nashville was especially hard hit, Can’t Hark.

I’m still mystified. If nothing else, I’d expect Al Gore — local boy and eco-loon — to be all over this.

And, as a point of information, there is a very significant Of Color population in Nashville. About a third, I think. There would be plenty of photo ops of the kind the news media likes best.

Just like the Midwestern flood in 2009 — people actually left for higher ground when they were told to evacuate, rather than waiting for a gummint-hired limo to appear. No looting, no neighbors shooting neighbors, no hanging around waiting for the TV crews to show up, and, most important, no way to blame it on a Republican president.

The *only* place the Nashville flood has really been covered is on the ‘Net.

There is a MUCH better version of Shirley Jackson’s book moviefied. This YouTube link will take you to the trailer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq74oz6mf3w

And yes, I actually saw the flick in 1963 plus several times since. Shirley’s book, “The Haunting of Hill House” is excellent.

First I’ve heard of the flooding in the US. And yes, you’d think all those reasons would make it worth mentioning in the British MSM somewhere, even during Election Fever…

I was an usher in a movie theater when House came out. One of the more amusing tasks I had was rigging the fake skeleton that came flying from behind the screen and out over the audience at the climax.

That was followed by one of the more onerous tasks — cleaning up after incontinent teenage girls saw the skeleton.

Much underrated writer, Shirley Jackson.

The later Hell House, by another US giant (and also stupendously underrated, for reasons I’ve never been able to fathom) Richard Matheson, was also good, I recall.

Oh, I loved Matheson’s A Stir of Echoes–which was made into an absolutely vile movie. . .

I don’t know that one. Wonder if it was published under a different title here?

One of my favourite of his neglected masterpieces was Bid Time Return. I hope Hollywood left that one alone.

I haven’t tracked down his other books–but I read ASOE in high school, and remembered it with such pleasure that when it became easy to buy used books over the Internet, that was one of my earliest purchases. Couple is haunted by ghost of a woman murdered in the house next door?

So, at some point when the bookpile is shrinking, maybe I’ll go out looking for Bid Time Return. . .

I hope Hollywood left that one alone.

Nup. They turned it into Somewhere In Time, and did a surprisingly decent job of it. The critics hated it (wasn’t aetheric enough, I guess), so it went direct to TV.

If you’re wondering if it was a pretty good flick, consider that I *watched* the entire thing, even though there wasn’t one single splodey or Event Of Gratuitous Violence…

Huh. So did I. I kept waiting for Jason Statham to pop out of a wardrobe or sumpin’, but he never did.

And I watched it through anyway.