A NOVEL GIFT IDEA

Have I got the perfect 2020 holiday stocking stuffer for you, at least for the degenerate Grinches on your list! The UK's Dockyard Press has republished my holiday horror novel The Night Before Christmas of the Living Dead in an authoritative new edition...

It's not fit for respectable readers, but those who enjoy blood and gore, raunchy sex, foul language, depraved characters and sophomoric preachiness about the evils of holiday consumerism should love it!

You'll notice that I'm willing to put my sanctimony about the evils of consumerism on pause long enough to ask you to buy this book...

CAN DON'T

RIP to lovely Deanna Durbin, a box-office powerhouse in the ‘30s for a string of sunny musicals, passed on at 91. But in the end, she may be just as vividly remembered by noir fans, for her turn in 1944’s neglected Christmas Holiday.

RIP also to Allan Arbus, best known as Dr. Freedman on M*A*S*H but also memorable as a bad guy in Coffy, passed on at 95. Odd, somehow, to think that he was older than Deanna Durbin.

You can well imagine my excitement when I read the headline “Monster suing SF City Attorney.” Instantly I had visions of some shaggy, scaly, fanged, tentacled abomination sitting in some Bay Area civil court, his multiple eyes filled with righteous indignation over some miscarriage of justice. But then I read on—it was just…

Monster-of-the-Week: …the mysterious creature that leaves these claw marks…

…as the logo of the like-named energy drinks. The litigious company is put out with the City Attorney because he wants them to stop pushing their jitter-juice to minors.