Hello, sweet bitches. Sorry it's been so long. Many projects have been overtaking me at once. This isnt how I like to work -- I'd rather just obsess compulsively on one thing at a time. But, sometimes it needs to be done.
FIRSTLY
Don't forget: SLiTHER comes out on DVD OCTOBER 24 (October 16 in the UK). But, if you can't wait, come to the --
SLiTHER SCREAMFEST SCREENING IN L.A.
On Tuesday, October 17, at 7:30 pm, there is going to be a screening of the SLiTHER DVD at Mann's Chinese as part of Screamfest L.A. Afterwards, there will be a Q & A session featuring me, Nathan Fillion, and crazy-assed Michael Rooker. For more information and FREE TICKETS, check out this shit:
www.screamfestla.com/slither.shtml
FOR THOSE OF YOU IN MASSACHUSETS
You can see SLiTHER on Saturday, October 14 at 2 pm in Worcester at the ROCK AND SHOCK FESTIVAL with an intro and Q&A by Michael Rooker. Even better, you can hang out with Rooker Friday and Saturday at the con. It's the perfect weekend activity for all you Holy Cross-ites. Need more info? I thought you did. So go here already:
http://www.rockandshock.com/schedule.htm
SPEAKING OF MICHAEL ROOKER…
He was my date to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning premiere last week and we had a blast. Rooker looked sharp in his leather vest, but I still only let him get to third ("third" for Rooker is cutting my nipple off). The movie wasn't bad, and it was probably the most brutal R-rated film I've ever seen (good or bad depending on who you are). The best part, though, was hanging out with JON FUCKING VOIGHT at the party afterwards.
HIPPO FACTS

1) Hippos kill more human beings every year than sharks and crocodiles combined.
2) Hippo males often kill each other, and, although herbivores, sometimes dine on the flesh of their defeated foes.
3) Hippos sweat a red liquid in the sun, which makes them look like they are covered in blood (awesome).
4) The largest hippo on record was over 11,000 pounds.
5) And yet they can run on land for short distances up to between 18 and 30 miles per hour.
6) Just a couple of weeks ago a hippo saw a security guard standing around a safari resort in Africa a couple hundred yards away, and he ran over and fucking tore him in half for no fucking reason whatsoever!
7) Guess what your neck-chained pit bull is, dude? That's right. A real fucking pussy.
STEVIE BLACKEHART GOT FUCKING MARRIED THIS WEEKEND
Yes, Benny Que from TROMEO & JULIET is indeed hitched. And I was the Best Man.

Or, more appropriately, the Best-He-Could-Do Man. Stevie married the wonderful Mercedes Thurlbeck, who is now Mercedes Blackehart, a name to knock your fillings out. Congrats, Stevie, you weird fuck. Have fun in Bora Bora.

THE ILLUSIONIST
Guess what? I saw this flick last week. It's about a magic guy, doing magic shit. Edward Norton plays the magic dude. But Rufus Sewell and Paul Giamatti are the ones who bring this bitch home. Speaking of magic --
I FUCKING LOVED THE FIRST EPISODE OF LOST
The second season had its ups and downs, but we're off to an awesome start. By the way, I've completely figured out the secret of the island: The airplane landed on LIVING ISLAND, you know, the place where H.R. Pufnstuf lives, and all of this shit is an illusion concocted by Witchiepoo. You'd think the Lost crew could go to Pufnstuf for help but, no, because since the end of his own series Pufnstuf has reached full maturity as a dragon and he's discovered his true nature as a flesheater. So he's eaten Jimmy and Judy Frog and Kling and Klang and shit. Later this season, he's going to start eating Lost cast members one by one, tearing their flesh from their bones. Anyway, I'm not 100 percent sure I'm right, but I'm, like, 93%.
STUDIO 60 ON THE SUNSET STRIP
Remember last blog when I said how much I liked this show after the first two episodes? Well, I've watched two more episodes since then and the slick, speeding Ferrari has crashed into a wall and people are screaming and burning to death inside. If I have to watch another episode where everyone around is laughing hysterically at a skit THAT ISN'T ONE FUCKING BIT FUNNY I'm gonna kill myself. Wait a minute, no, I'll just kill Aaron Sorkin. Why the fuck was Sarah Paulson doing a Juliette Lewis imitation based on her performance in CAPE FEAR that came out NEARLY 20 YEARS AGO? And that impression was supposed to be so funny and charming that Matthew Perry was swooning over her? And I though the show was going to eventually focus on the people, but, instead, every episode seems to be about "HEY, FOLKS, LET'S PUT ON A SHOW – BUT, WHOOPS, SOMETHING'S GOING WRONG!!" And, having known a lot of performers from SNL, I can tell you they don't sit around backstage discussing religion and the politics of Wyoming. They're either relentlessly doing bits or off in their little hovels isolating. So it's not just a show that appeals primarily to people in the industry, like the great LARRY SANDERS did: it's a show that's even more phony to us. Matthew Perry is good, and, with the exception of the odd unnecessary double-take, he made me forget Chandler Bing. And I love the underused Timothy Busfield. But I'm going to end my Tivo season pass on this one, which I probably don't need to do since it's about to get axed. That means that I'm not watching a single new season show. I hear THE NINE is good, so I may catch up on my iPod.
STAY TUNED
To this blog. In the next few days I'm going to do the first of a couple OFFICIAL FUCKING SLiTHER GIVEAWAYS. The rules will be slightly different than past giveaways, and dedicated readers of this blog will have a minor advantage. That's a hint, folks.
I GOT A NEW COMPUTER,
A souped-up Alienware monstrosity. Since I've been mostly an Xbox guy, I'm looking for suggestions on the best PC games.
FINALLY
Thanks to everyone who voted for SLiTHER in the Chainsaw Awards: Browncoats, SLiTHERites, and all. You fuckers have worked real hard, and I sincerely fucking appreciate it. It's an uphill battle for our little flick, especially since it's not out on DVD, but I'm hoping we can at least take one of the cocksucking trophies home. I'm attending the awards on the 15th, but I'm not sure I can let you know what's happened until it airs on the 22nd. So, please, do me a favor and take a break and go fuck yourselves one time for me.
Godspeed,
James