For our triumphant return after a two-month hiatus (due to computer technicalities), we sat down and watched Bruce Campbell in Man with the Screaming Brain.
Bruce Campbell is...HITLER?!
Bruce plays William Cole, a pharmaceutical salesman (we think) who is in Bulgaria to look at the subway for some reason. (It's never really clarified.) He somehow manages to annoy a gypsy woman, who clubs him with a lead pipe and kills him. Ted Raimi and Stacy Keach bring him back to life by putting half of a dead cab driver's brain in his head and stitch it up, making him look like Captain Worf's long-lost brother.
Separated at birth?
It also gives him a second person living inside his head.
Oh, and did we also mention that the cab driver is ex-KGB? And he likes to break fingers? Obviously, hilarity ensues.
So saddle up, hold on to your brain, and listen in as Derek, Jake and Larry pick their brains and talk about Man with the Screaming Brain!
Next Week: We've got a special one, specially chosen for our good friend Marco Platt. We'll be watching the 1964 "classic", The Creeping Terror!
A radical statement, certainly. However, events last week in Keene, New Hampshire during their #PumpkinFest celebration go a long way toward proving exactly that.
You see, it turns out that some New Englanders don't just get all nuts when, say, the Red Sox beat the Yankees in the World Series, or when the Bruins win at all. In the new tradition of people going apeshit over pumpkin-flavored things in Autumn, a bunch of them started destroying and looting because, er, pumpkins, I guess.
Naturally, the Twitterverse took full advantage to point out the similarities and differences between the rioting there and the peaceful protesting happening in #Ferguson, Missouri. The difference that really caught my eye (aside from the lack of military-style crowd control equipment in New Hampshire) is how the African-American people in Ferguson are referred to as "thugs" and "looters", while the white people in Keene are called "revelers".
The Great Pumpkin's spokesperson responded, "We do not negotiate with terrorists."
Anyway, crazy white folks aside, the fine folks at Twitter were in solid form last week, and I had a ton of tweets to go through. The worst part was deciding which ones to skip over. But, for better or worse, this is the ten I'm giving you. (In no particular order.)
some guy walked up next to me with a shirt saying "free hugs" while im wearing my "Hugs $1.99" shirt. fuck you man im starving here
Now, before we head out with our usual video clip, let me just wish all of you an awesome Halloween! Have fun and don't eat too much candy! Have a great week! And let's start it out with this nightmare-inducing video from Weird Al Yankovic!
Guests: Bart Dunsmore, John Normandin and Larry Sieczynsky
Left to Right: John, Larry, Bart, Derek
FINALLY! After two months of waiting (due to an extremely dead hard drive on Derek's computer), here is the full talking portion of Sausagefest 2: Electric Boogaloo! Whether or not it was worth the wait is entirely up to you.
In an attempt to appear somewhat more organized than last year, Derek brought loads and loads of questions for everyone. Bart has a hard time remembering what the dumbest thing he's every done, aside from appearing in this episode. John talks about the worst band he's ever been in. And Larry surprises everyone by picking the sexiest planet. (Hint: It's not Uranis, you perv.)
All this, as well as a shortened version of a Nicholas Cage-Off!
(Note: There was also a bunch of music recorded. However, when the hard drive crashed, I was only able to save the talking part of the show...Again...Sorry!)
Another Sunday, another pile of wackiness from the fine folks at Twitter!
HOWEVER...If you recall from our last exciting episode, I mentioned that my oldest daughter, Amanda, got married. At the time, she had asked that I not post any photos because she wanted to post her own on Facebook first. I agreed to that because, hey, it's was her wedding.
But now the pictures have been posted. So I'm going to post one of my favorites. It's a picture of me with Amanda and her shiny new husband John.
That's all I'm going to post, though. No need to blast you with the other 550+ photos. If you want to see them, let me know.
Anyway, let's look at some funny, shall we? In no particular order...
Don't act like you never wanted to try it, I yell to the spectators watching the firemen cutting me out of the stolen, crashed Weinermobile
And there you have it! Another good list. Seriously, if you want even more funny, then go join Twitter and find the thousands of other funny people that I haven't found yet! They're out there, and they're just waiting to make you snort and shoot a beverage out your nose! GO!
But first, why not start your week off with a few laughs by watching another fine Bad Lip Reading clip from The Walking Dead.
Here we are again, kids! It's SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!
And because it's Sunday, it's time to make with the awesomeness just pouring out of the Twitter machine!
But before we do that, I do have an update on a couple of fronts. Please bear with me.
First, The PC I use for editing the podcasts is back up and running, although it's currently only at about 80%, as I'm having a few problems with some of the programs I need to do the actual editing itself. However, I hope to get that taken care of before the day is over. Then I can finally get the Sausagefest audio up and running, and Jake, Larry and myself can finally get back to doing Here Be Spoilers again. Quite frankly, it's been driving all three of us nuts not being able to do the show, so it will be good to get back to it.
Next, if you're a bike riding kind of person (and, really, who isn't?), I just want to throw a shout-out to the folks at Huffy. This week, the rear axle on my bike, which is less than six months old, started coming apart. Like, bad. Here, see for yourself:
There's your problem...
Anyway, I sent them an e-mail that evening -- I think it was last Tuesday -- and when I woke up the next day, there was a reply, asking for the some sort of number on a tag that is stuck to the bottom of the bike frame. That proved difficult because, as it was a paper sticker with water soluble ink, it was unreadable.
I couldn't find that picture, so here's Peter Dinklage with a mullet and a laser cannon.
I did, however, give them the serial number that is stamped into the metal on the bottom of the frame. Apparently, that was enough because, about ten minutes later, I got an e-mail from them telling me that they had ordered a new rim for me and it would be here within two weeks. Now that's service!
Anyway, as I was saying, because of the awesome customer service they provide, I want to highly recommend them if you're in the market for a decent two-wheeled conveyance that isn't motorized. Huffy! (This is not a paid endorsement. Seriously. Look at that last picture. Do you think they'd pay me if I did that?)
And so, that's how my week has gone. It's been pretty good. Not to mention the fact that, as usual, there was a ton of good funny on Twitter! Which, if I recall correctly, is why we're all here right now. So what do you say we get on with it?
In no particular order...
the guy code is real and it lets you into a secret shed in the woods where you can sex a towel wrapped in a rubber glove. the shed has cable
And there you have it! Two RiffTrax guys in one list! Craziness, right? But that's why they make the big bucks...
One last note: A good friend of mine, KrisSilva, is trying to raise funds to move to Wisconsin. (I know, I know...But the guy she loves lives there.) And she and her fiancee have set up an Indigogo campaign to raise said funds. If you could throw her a few bucks to help her get there, she and Scott have a whole bunch of groovy stuff to offer in the various tiers. Please give them a look and maybe help them out! Thanks!
So let's look forward to a fantastically awesome week this week, shall we? In fact, let's kick-start it with this groovy little Walking Dead from Bad Lip Reading...
Well, gang, it's Sunday. And what a Sunday! An hour or two ago, I got home from attending my oldest daughter Amanda's wedding. It was a very fun time. The bride looked beautiful, the groom was clearly enamored with the bride, love was in the air, and I was rocking a tuxedo with a camouflage vest and tie, because sometimes you just have to do that.
Now, while I can't post pics of the bride and her husband yet, I can post this photo of me in the process of the tux rocking I mentioned in the last paragraph.
I didn't mean to turn you on. My bad.
So it was a good day, is what I'm saying. And I've got a shiny new pile of Twitter gold to cram into your eyeballs to finish it out. Everybody wins!
Now, in no particular order...
My internet history is just a frowny emoji with the caption "now, you can't be president" in comic sans.
Here's to a fantastic week for all of you! As always, allow me to help that along with this little clip that I made with my other kids, Vaughn, Nigel and Caleb. It's called "Enjoy Our Short Shorts". My favorite part is called "The Bet". Enjoy!
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