Well, we all know who's gonna get the part of Victoria Winters in the movie adaptation of Mark's book, don't we?  Mmm-hmm.  


Heehee Mark I'll send you my address pronto!
and Gerard I',m trying to understand Should i grow my hair long?

So, Jennifer, yer gonna give Gerard some competition for the part?

--M

I enjoyed the book Daphne but i did like Mark's book better!

Just so's y'all know, I did not pay Jennifer anything for this endorsement.

((Hey Jennifer, you forgot to send me your mailing address for the check. Do you take Paypal?))

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I'm pretty sure the camera on DS must have been really scary. I can't count the number of times one actor or another looked right at my TV screen with an utterly terrified expression.

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CYRUS LONGWORTH yuck yuck yuck

You know, there was always something about Cyrus, annoying though he might be, that--to me--made him a sympathetic, if not exactly likeable character. I always appreciated the fact that Chris Pennock finally got to play a good guy (more or less), which made it all the more effective during his subsequent manifestations of diverse temperaments. (How's that for avoiding a spoiler for folks who haven't yet seen future episodes?)

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We have three vicious, rip-roaring housecats: Abbott, Charcoal, and Dusty. Abbott's the old fart of the bunch; the other two are 3-year-old sisters. They love their Uncle Abbott to death, but being an old curmudgeon, he doesn't want anything to do with them.





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LEAVE IT TO CREATURE, episode 1

Julia: "Barnabas, I'm worried about the Creature. He's been hanging around with Buzz Hackett and Eddie Haskell down at the Blue Whale."

Barnabas: "Oh, I'm sure he's fine, dear. He's old enough to make his own decisions. Besides, in a few more years, he'll be able to drink legally."

Julia: "B-B-But Barnabas... He's not been acting quite himself. Haven't you noticed that his complexion is a little green?"

Barnabas: "Maybe it's just a bug. It'll pass. But you might want to give him a little sedative before he goes to bed."

Willy: "Hey, Mom, can I go out to the movies tonight? There's a Darren Gross film festival at the Bijoux."

Barnabas: "Son, don't you have homework to do tonight?"

Willy: "I've finished it all, Dad. Well...sort of."

Julia: "Willy, is Maggie Evans going to be at the show?"

Willy: "Well, um...maybe she is."

Julia: (smiling knowingly) "Barnabas, I think it'd be all right."

Barnabas: "Well, as long as you're not out too late. Remember, tomorrow's a school day."

Willy: "Gee, thanks! You guys are swell."

Barnabas: "Just be sure you don't abduct Maggie. You know how suspicious people can be in a small town."

Willy: "Oh, sure, Dad. Well, see you later."

Sound of the door knocker.

Larry Mondello: "Hi, I'm Larry Mondello. Have you seen the Beav?"

Barnabas: "I'm afraid you have the wrong show, son. But come inside. We may have need of your brain."

Larry Mondello: "Gee whiz, the Creature really does have swell parents!"

Cue music.

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One of the many that I've had was in high school, before I'd seen NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD; and DAWN OF THE DEAD hadn't been made yet. Like most of my dreams, it was in glorious technicolor and 70mm Cinemascope, with THX surround sound.

I was riding with a friend in his car through a strange town, and I saw a number of people lined up on top of a tall building. One of them jumped off and went splat on the ground. Another one followed, and I realized these people were all lined up to kill themselves. My friend and I got out of the car and ran to see what was going on. At the base of the building, a group of people was standing in a circle around some of the bodies; each person was passing a bucket from one to another to drink from. Apparently they had filled the bucket with blood from the dead people; I realized then that all the people drinking the blood were themselves reanimated dead. Then they passed the bucket to me. When I kinda panicked, they realized I was not one of them and began to chase me.

Somewhere in there, I woke up. I'm pretty sure they didn't get me because I'm still here.

This, like most of the nightmares I've had, ended up in one of my stories. For a vivid account of perhaps my most terrifying nightmare, read my story "Fugue Devil" in The Last Trumpet.

--Mark