Friday Night Fights: Stop or I'll Dance!

It's been way too long since I've participated in Friday Night Fights, but I'm back in action. Tonight's Ladies' Night bout, from the twisted brilliance of Steve Gerber and Jack Kirby's Destroyer Duck #2: Medea Souvlakis vs. Woblina Strangelegs!

(If Medea is Mommie, then who's your daddy? Bahlactus is, natch.)

A Meme and a Dream

I haven't had much time to post recently, so I'm a little late with my contribution to this meme from Ye Olde Comick Booke Blogge.

Also, while it's on my mind, I wanted to mention a dream I had last night. Sometimes, my dreams are like watching a movie, in which I'm not directly involved...last night, I dreamed up a movie starring a young Jeff Goldblum as a misfit college student who finds himself blamed for a series of murders (actually committed by a psychotic Gerrit Graham) and has to prove his innocence. The only specific detail of the dream-storyline I can recall was the final confrontation between Goldblum and Graham, in which the wire mesh from a rabbit hutch got torn off and both the hero and killer were trying to stab each other with it.

The dream was a weird mishmosh of times...the actors' ages put it in the early '70s, the style was typical '80s slasher, but I remember there being modern cell phones in it. All I know is that, if this movie existed, I would rent it in a heartbeat.

(And I haven't seen Grindhouse yet, but I'm sure it was the primary influence for this subconscious concoction...)