January 2011
2 posts
Universal Monsters XII
Mummies are like molotov cocktails with feet. They’re anointed with oil, wrapped in linen, kept away from moisture and whatever organs and things don’t get yanked out before they get entombed basically liquefies and ferments. They’re just these fantastic little fire-bombs that moan a little here and there and explode on impact. Sure, there’s the whole idea of the curse of the mummy but...
Universal Monsters XI
Eventually we made a new calendar. It only made sense, we thought, to start working forward from Tuesday. We wanted every damn date to be a reminder. We wanted a count. An at-a-glance, fuck-you-monsters number. We wanted even our cheques to tell us we had survived if we ever had a banking system worth using and robbing again. And “Anno Domini” felt like a lie. “The Year of Our Lord”...