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Imponderable #91: Zimbabwe

26 Apr

April 26, 2013

Medicine is such an inexact science. How can you truly know when someone dies? When consciousness leaves the body? When the spirit has passed to the domain of Yog-Sothoth? I dunno. Beats me. Better minds than mine have tried. For example, in The Boys From Brazil, the…

But I digress.


I have only one explanation.

The funny (I mean funnier) thing is, this seems to happen all the time. Score on for the medical schools of the world.

The closest personal experience I have is when, at my uncle’s funeral, his mistress showed up. Not quite the same thing, but my aunt sure had choice words.

Have we learned nothing from Bride of Frankenstein? The Zimbabwe prostitute? My uncle’s funeral?

Love and death don’t mix.

They didn’t know she wasn’t dead?

The Question is Imponderable.

(And thanks this week to Jimbo!)

Late Night Movie House of Crap: The Bride of Frankenstein Music Video

25 Oct

October 25, 2012

I don’t usually double up on features but here is the second (and last, I promise) Late Night Movie House of the week. The reason behind the double dip is that last night, I was here:

Totally cool.

So today, the worlds of Universal Horror and Iron Butterfly collide. Enjoy the Bride of Frankenstein, set to In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Trust me, add in some classic Toccata and Fugue in D minor and it works wonderfully. Love the song, love the move, love the video.

The only bad thing is that it isn’t the epic 15 minute version.

BONUS! Who says Mr. BTR doesn’t love you? More I. Ron Butterfly!




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