Herrmann died the very night he finished recording the Taxi Driver score.

Master Plaster Blaster Caster, yeah, you nailed it. Folks just seem to be weirded out saying "I'm an atheist." But being an atheist isn't saying, "There is no god and I know it 100% and you religious people are stupid fucking idiots," it's just "I have no belief in any kind of god." That's all. People think it's this…

Yeppers, I must concur, especially "There is no such thing as 'agnostic'." I was musing on the very topic last night, as I have a handful of friends who insist they are. The very word "atheist" is, apparently, anathema. Another frustrating and indeed ridiculous concept is the idea that science and religion occupy…

Not being able to "disprove" the existence of a god doesn't mean one is an agnostic. I don't need to disprove that old orbiting teapot to not believe in it. I wish we didn't even need the word "atheist" but that's how it is; the theists have set up the debate. Years ago David Cronenberg said something like he couldn't…

Coincidence
I know this smacks of effort, but a few months ago I borrowed some old country records from my girlfriend's parents because I felt I needed to fill a gap in my music appreciation. I grabbed Red-Headed Stranger, Wanted/Outlaws, & some David Allan Coe. They're all great. Then I see this Nashville or Bust…

Good lord, me too. She was fantastic.

HA HA, holy shit, what a dumb mistake. I like it, too, though.

Dream a Little Dream, saw that on VHS when it came out with a girlfriend & her friends, who picked it out. I had two thoughts about it: "One, this is about the worst, most nonsensical shit I've ever seen, and two, WHO THE FUCK AM I DATING?"

I've read the Willeford Hoke Moseley novels; it's a shame they only made Miami Blues, because Fred Willard was so great in that role.

Hey Warren, don't forget how HDS made a pass at you in Two-Lane Blacktop. Or how you two fought cocks in, um, Cockfighter. You guys musta had a helluva time back then.

See my ass in THE SEVEN-UPS.

But then, Ellison smacked down Sinatra, so, you know, whatever.

Seriously, a lot of Harlan's fiction has aged poorly for me (and I've been reading him for many, many years like a lotta folks) but his essays still RULE. If he's talking about TV, just substitute I Dream of Jeannie with Two and a Half Men, or All in the Family with, I dunno, Roseanne. GLASS TEATs and AN EDGE IN MY…

But don't forget how he shut down that other loud-mouthed fuck, Sinatra!

Look, Jeffty is five. He's always been five. Can we leave it at that?

Religion = cult + 100 (give or take) years.

Fearless Vampire Killers? Definitely inspired by Hammer's Brides of Dracula.

By "medium-long shots fetish" you do mean Julia Adams in a white one-piece bathing suit, right?

Jorge, YES.

Frankenstein: True Story also has a very young Jane Seymour as the Bride, who meets an unfortunate end. Who knew that lace choker hid… STITCHES.