|This is a painting I have titled "Cock Cannon," by Roni Golan. I remember seeing it at Spring Art Scene, and kept thinking about it, until a few weeks ago I just had to buy it.|
|What do the zombies do in Treasure of the Living Dead in between bands of tourists and treasure hunters showing up to be eaten? Maybe they have a band. I don't know. This is actually a really nice shot from Bloodsucking Nazi Zombies, err, Oasis of the Dead.|
In closing I'd like to say the reason it took me two years to figure out Oasis of the Dead and Bloodsucking Nazi Zombies are really the same movie, and that movie is actually titled Treasure of the Living Dead is that I never watched it. I literally rented it almost a dozen times before I turned the sound on. I blame the patriarchy. Misogynist filmmakers like Jess Franco made so many movies that all looked the same that it was years before I looked up enough from my reading to see that these were the same two women in the opening scene being eaten over and over and over.
|The Mississippi Queen Catfish Mermaid|
Did you know In the year A.D. 1250, the ancient metropolis of Cahokia, Illinois, was home to more people than London. I imagine in that year the Native Americans knew all about the Mississippi Queen Catfish mermaid. She's been there all along, and earned her title as the Queen of All Mermaids. The Mighty Mississippi. You can cross it in St. Louis, Memphis, then again in New Orleans.
It takes 90 days for a drop of water to travel the entire length of the Mississippi River. The Mississippi River is home to 360 species of fish, and the Mississippi Queen mermaid presides over all of them. The deepest place on the Mississippi River is 200-feet deep and is located near Algiers Point in New Orleans, and that is where she holds court. But you have an equal chance of seeing her in St. Paul, Davenport, St. Louis, Baton Rouge, or La Crosse, Wisconsin. Almost nothing is more American than that.
You can see more mermaids here.
|Street Trash is a filthy, reprehensible movie, and there's not another one remotely like it. If gore is your game, and you can stomach enough misogyny to fuel Congress, this is for you. Don't try to eat while you're watching it. The premise: a cheap liquor store owner finds a crate of a hooch named Viper in his basement, and decides instead of letting it go to waste, to sell it to the street bums for a dollar a bottle. It makes them melt. I wasn't eating last night when I watched this, and I was able to set aside the unsettling misogyny in the movie and just enjoy it for the strange fucking delight it is.|