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Posted on 02.20.08 by Widge @ 4:10 am
Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 02.16.08 by Widge @ 9:29 pm
Okay, so I've been listening to a bunch of the great old radio shows like Lights Out and Inner Sanctum (Lights Out has one of the best taglines in history: "It…is…later…than…you…think…"). Some of them are cheesy. Some of them aren't even remotely scary. But they're fascinating nonetheless. But having heard quite a few of them, I'm tempted to think that surely some version of this scenario must have figured into one of them… "Five astronauts…one space station…one gun." Of course, make each astronaut from a different country and then that sounds like one of their heavyhanded message productions that would happen from time to time. I would love to recreate those same productions with a new cast, but using the same classic foley techniques. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 02.15.08 by Widge @ 10:59 pm
I love this. First of all, it's exactly the sentiment I was trying to get across in my poem, "The Stygian Depths of You and I and All." Secondly, "Last Week's Potatoes" is tremendous name for a band. Filed under: General BS
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Posted on 02.02.08 by Widge @ 5:38 am
I can't stop listening to "Queen B" from Puscifer's V is for Vagina album. I have no idea why. It's just great music to work by, I guess. This music video is pretty…well, it's what you would expect from Maynard, I think. Filed under: General BS
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.