We were indulging in one of our guilty pleasures the other night, numbing our minds with a couple of episodes of Paranormal State, and at one client's house they used this super-duper voice enhancer thingy that takes the electrical vibrations from ectoplasm or some such thing (didn't really catch the science on it) and transmits it into a human voice. I believe they are selling them at Canadian Tire now.
During the show's highlight, Dead Time, the bad-ass spirit that was haunting this house started thumping and banging around, so the paranormal researchers turned on the voice enhancer gadget and started asking it questions. And the stupid spirit ended up spilling the beans that he was a demon and that he was worried they were going to bring a priest to the house and exorcise him! Which is exactly what they did. Duh! Tell you what, a demon that dumb doesn't deserve to live.
I received the most awesomely spectacular care package from the fabulous Phlegmfatale on Sunday. It was so special that Canada Post obviously felt that it deserved a weekend delivery, which is odd because we generally don't even get mail on a Friday. (I am sure you are all admiring how deftly I sneaked a Radiohead reference in there)
It was chocka block, I tell you. So if you see me swanning around town in a graffiti artist t-shirt accessorized by a piece of custom jewelry, wearing bacon bandages and zit tattoos whilst reading Unlovable books and listening to an Emma Pollock cd, you'll know I have been dipping into my Texas care package. I'm sure you are all insanely jealous of me right now; I know I would be.
The urban assault vehicle has been rocking to the sounds of Soft Airplane all week. Official zombie review of Chad VanGaalen's hot new cd coming up.