Vacation has ended, bringing me back to LA, back to usable Internet, and back to another group art show: Flying sunglasses will apparently be in attendance as will my artwork, but unfortunately I will not be present. Adriana and I will be enjoying our nation's independence along the central coast of California. Hopefully we won't be engulfed in flames or anything. But wait, there's more: My artwork...

I don't why I got my hopes up about this week's Fear Itself. Maybe it was because I had actually seen some of director John Landis's previous work and liked it very much. Sure, before the Masters of Horror series came along a couple years back he didn't have that many horror credits to his name (unless you count 2 1/4 as "many"), but An American Werewolf in London is a classic of the genre and is,...

DHL and some other east-central PA guys have started a pop group called Lunchbox of Blood. They sound a lot like Air Supply, only louder, noisier, and drunker. After an 84-groupie escapade, DHL asked me to come up with some artwork, something that would depict the "smooth, dentist-office calm that is L.O.B." (his words, not mine). Minus the text elements, this be where I'm at: I don't know if it's...

Attentive readers will recall from last week's article my harrowing ordeal at the hands of alleged thespian Eric Roberts via his televised appearance in last week's episode of Fear Itself. What I neglected to include in my review, however, was the aftermath of this shameful incident. Apparently, in an Roberts-induced state of delirium, I began wailing and howling in a manner more befitting an anima...

It was like that one Volkswagen commercial. You know, the one that reintroduced Trio's "Da Da Da" to a nation that had forgotten a group called Trio ever existed. There were differences, of course. (If there hadn't been, I would have said, "It was that one Volkswagen commercial" and been done with it.) For one thing, I was alone, so I had no one to react to (or to react to me). For another, I was o...