Two scenes from the colorized version of Ray Harryhausen's 1955 classic, "It Came from Beneath the Sea."

....it's electric!

A pleasant visit to the local supermarket.

The toughest job you'll ever fudge.

Abstract, experimental film involving African American tunes, as well as some balloons.

I recently captured this footage of the RC Sky Hornet, which is made by Silverlit and sold by Toys R Us under their discount house brand, "Fast Lane." For about $40, you get a heli that's essentially a giant PicooZ/Air Hogs Havoc Heli. Because it's heavier and more powerful than the Havoc Heli, and is piloted via radio transmitter, as opposed to the Havoc Heli's infra-red control, the Sky Hornet can be flown outdoors. Naturally, you'll want to avoid doing so on a windy day. Indoors flight, meanwhile, is something that should only be attempted in a very large room or garage, as the Sky Hornet darts about at such a frenzied pace that all but the most experienced pilots will quickly run out of room and find themselves crashing into walls and other obstacles. I'm not exactly a beginner. The Sky Hornet, however, was challenging for me to fly indoors, and I crashed numerous times while learning its subtleties. So the bad news is that getting to know this heli means crashing often. Quite often, if my experience is any indicator. The good news, however, is that the Sky Hornet is remarkably durable, thanks to its foam construction. During my first day's worth of flying, I subjected this thing to more impacts than I care to mention, many of the kind that would have shattered the plastic fuselage, --or torn the blades right off-- an E-Flite Blade CX2. The Sky Hornet, however, is made of such durable-yet-deformable materials that it practically laughs at crash landings. There's no way this thing should still be flying after the sheer number and severity of air disasters in which I've involved it, yet it's suffered only minor cosmetic damage, and hasn't required repairs of any kind.

God. Where art thou, Death, thou mighty messenger? [Death enters.]Death.Almighty God, I am here at your will, Your commandment to fulfill.God.Go thou to Everyman, And demand in my name that he learn the import of pool safetyWithout delay, distraction, or gaiety. Death.Lord, I will in the world go run over all, And cruelly search out both great and small.  Lo, yonder I see Everyman walking.Full little he thinketh on swimming dangers! His mind is on fleshly lusts and fellation with strangers! Everyman, stand still! Whither art thou going Thus gayly? Hast thou thy Maker's pool safety guidelines forgot?

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Attempting to get high in the car-wash, we get a little freaked out by a nosy employee.

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I am SO scared!

The officers of the Highway Patrol and the Traffic Court's judge can't seem to understand my propensity for speed. Nor would they understand my fantasies...

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This is from 1967. Note that the villain is named, "Dr. Who!"

Gee, I never realized earning minimum wage could be so rewarding!

"...born fifty million years out of time?"Yet another offering from the clique of experimental, Dadaist filmmakers whose raison d'être is the very narrowly defined field of documentaries dealing with the subject of mastodons, produced and directed by individuals possessing only the vaguest notion of what a mastodon might be.

Digital dissonance occurs as an ostensibly human motorist attempts to elicit from an ANI (Artificial Non-Intelligence) a level of service and integrated connectivity of which it (the ANI) is not yet capable.

Long ago, in a far-away land, before the invention of computer-animated, CGI-bullshit special effects... Space ships, giant monsters, and explosions were lovingly created by master craftsmen-- artists who worked with their hands, whose mediums were liquid latex, styrene plastic, cardboard, wood, metal, and, of course, celluloid. Here is an example of their art form at its pinnacle.

Worst of all is that big, radioactive lizard guy. No respect whatsoever- not for the Giant Moth, nor for the little humans in their easily crumbled buildings.He just thinks he owns the whole damned continent, like somebody died and made him the King of the Monsters...

Two titanic trailers tease and titilate, telling two terrible tales about two tyranical, two-headed twerps.