Since last we spoke, I have started anew.
I’ve had facial hair of some sort for the past 10 years at least, and if I’ve gone clean shaven, I’ve immediately grown it back. This is no exception.
Yes, I’ve shaved my beard.
If you know me or you’ve read of my beard exploits in the past, you may be asking “why did you do this?” The answer… The Whiskerino, and part of the rules were that you go clean shaven on November 1st. I accommodated this request in order to take part in the festivities.
If you’d like to follow my new beard growth, you can check me out here.
Funny story, I was in Grand Rapids on the day of the sign ups. I told a lot of my friends about it because I think seeing all my friends growing these beards would be pretty fun. The sign ups started at noon and I was babysitting my niece and nephews waiting for my sister in law to come home. Katie and I left their house at 1pm and as soon as I got home, I shaved off my beard and took pictures to prove that I was clean shaven. I went downstairs to sign up and I got a message that the registration process was over. Needless to say I wasn’t happy. I hadn’t shaved for years and now I looked like a big turd and couldn’t even take part in the fun.
Thankfully I was able to email the organizer and he sent me an invitation for the site, and the rest is what they call history.
I’ve got a growing obsession with bad films. As I’ve mentioned in the past, my other site is a review site of these bad films, and I thought I’d get a little into the origin story of this obsession.
When I was younger, probably about 7 or 8, my family got our first VHS player and there was a local video store that was owned by our mailman that we got a lifetime membership to. The membership cost $20 and you got 10 free rentals with the membership. When you went to the store, they had all the vhs boxes out on the shelves with a number on the side of them and when you took the box to the counter they’d get the tape down from a shelf behind and give you the video.
I used to go to the store with my sister all the time and rent movies there. The one movie that sticks out in my mind that we rented from that store was “The Terminator”. I remember we rented that movie at least 5 or 6 times and we watched it over and over again. My sister was usually the one that rented movies, and while my parents weren’t usually too keen on letting us see R rated movies in the theater, oddly they didn’t mind if we rented them and watched them at home. She was much more into action/adventure films, but horror movies always had the coolest covers, and those are usually the ones I remember the most. My friend Chris that lived down the street was the one that usually told me about the horror movies because he and his brothers would rent just about anything they could get their hands on. Now that I’m an adult, and I have the resources to find just about any movie I want, I go back a lot of the time and I get movies that I remember the covers for. That’s probably also the main reason why most of the movies I write about are movies from the mid 70’s to late 90’s.
The VHS box cover is really a lost art. Sometimes they’re highly detailed artwork, and sometimes they’re crudely drawn sketches. They can range from scenes from the movies to shots where the stars heads are superimposed on better bodies, and most of the time they had nothing to do with what the movie was about. DVD’s really never moved into the territory that VHS artwork had because VHS tapes were cranked out for any garbage movie and a lot of them are never going to see a DVD release. If they do, there’s probably going to enough work involved in transferring it that they’re going to put some work into remaking a cover too. Sadly, As we move into the digital age, I think a lot of this artwork is going to disappear altogether.
I also find it ironic that the more I upgrade my tv’s and start streaming content over my home network, the more I find myself watching stuff that’s been ripped from VHS – because that’s the only place that you can find these films
Below the cut are some of the good ones I’ve seen, or I still want to see:
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