Okay. A couple of things. Firstly, that photo up there looks like a typical skyline photo of Seattle from September through June. Secondly, I can visualize the MST3K silhouette at the bottom. Anyone else?
But let’s move on from my nitpickery. Sure, we’ve got some special effects and whatnot, but for me it’s alllll about Bryan Cranston’s VOICE. The folks pimping out the giant lizard-dog-lion-eagle were wise in using BCran’s wigged-out and frantic oratory speech as the main attraction–since we don’t see much of the creature. It sure pulled me in. “You’re not fooling ANYONE…!!”
I’m pretty sure I’d get carsick if I saw this thing on IMAX.
So, when I named my blog ‘Dipped in Cream‘, I thought I was being super clever and cute. It’s named after my boxer, James. When he was a baby (I never say “puppy“), every morning I would tell him “your toes were dipped in cream! Oh, yes they were!“ in the most irritating baby talk ever. Naturally, most of you never knew what the eff the blog name meant–and maybe some of you didn’t, until today! I usually got some crass verbal-rib-elbowing about how porn-y the name sounds. I do have a point to all this. Just hold your ponies.
“Out Tuesday, the five-DVD MST3K: 25th Anniversary Edition set features the films Moon Zero Two,The Day The Earth Froze, The Leech Woman and Gorgo and is packed with extras including the three-part documentary Return To Eden Prairie: 25 Years Of Mystery Science Theater 3000, Life After MST3K: Mary Jo Pehl, Ninth Wonder Of The World: The Making Of Gorgo (MST3K Edition)and Last Flight Of Joel Robinson, plus MST Hour wraps and four exclusive mini-posters by artist Steve Vance. The collectible tin also includes a bonus DVD with a double feature of two long-out-of-print fan-favorite episodes — Joel’s last episode, Mitchell, and Mike’s first episode, The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.“
HONESTLY. What are we supposed to DO? The answer is clear. I guess we’ll have to start some sort of illicit activities in order to pay for these goodies, because Lort knows, no one is gonna buy ’em for us. Maybe one of those awesome phone-lines that advertise at 2 a.m. on Friday nights? Welcome to the Dipped In Cream Whorehouse. (Ew.) Yes. It’s come to this in order to pay for our nerdy-habits. I guess I should inform the other writers.