Trailer: Encounters

Now on Netflix.

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Inside Edition: Las Vegas Aliens

Been wondering what happened to this story.

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Las Vegas Alien Encounter

Supposedly...

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They Are Taking Me Behind The Moon

There were at least 15 other humans with me. All of them screaming and panicking. This is what scared me. I didn't know what they were screaming about. I thought they knew something I didn't, so I got scared. Some were under the gel moving around I could see. Most were trying to escape. One man kept climbing half way out.

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Public Service Announcement: Don't Drink And Drive

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The Ilkley Moor Incident

On the morning of December 1, 1987, retired policeman Philip Spencer was walking across the moor heading for his father-in-law’s home. He’d taken his camera in the hope of catching some images of the early morning light. In fact the photographs he took that day would end up in the world’s press.

Using a compass to navigate through the fog, Spencer said he came across a strange looking being. Hurriedly taking a picture of the creature when it ran away, he decided to follow it and claimed to have caught a glimpse of a craft with a domed top rising up from the moor and disappearing into the sky.

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Excluding The Possibility That A Female Scandinavian Olympian Was Running Around Outside Our House Last Night, What Else Might Be A Possibility?

Morgan, this crop stuff is just about a bunch of nerds who never had a girlfriend their whole lives. They're like thirty now. They make up secret codes and analyze Greek mythology and make secret societies where other guys who never had girlfriends can join in. They do stupid crap like this to feel special.

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Trailer: V

The Finishing Touch

Arthur the Alien.  A weird ceramic alien my brother gifted to me.  A splash of green.

Not Missing Take Your Child To Work Day

Was thinking of that April event the other day and found myself smiling.  This post-COVID world of mostly telework/work-from-home...  Lord, how I hated kids running around at the office.  Felt like I was in a prison bus stopped at a red light next to a daycare center.  A brief glimpse of small happy human beings.  Unaware they were in for the same fate of office/work life (assumption).  And for me personally, it was an extra special day, as they liked to flock at Uncle Chester's desk to make me irritated and loud.  And theatrical.  They MADE me.

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In Search Of UFOs

Leonard Nimoy's voice and that spooky music were made for each other.  This show was one of the formative ones for me.  Lots of great nightmare fuel, presented in a serious fashion where a young mind like mine was being told "Son, this awful stuff is real [and probably under your bed]."

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Now Playing: Alien Theme

Groovy version of the classic theme.  Perfect for any Halloween Party. 

"Any."

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Close Encounters Of The Seventh Kind

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CreepyYard.com

I had to stop myself from collecting photos from this site in order to make this blog entry.  I wanted to post them all.  Amazing work below.  Like walking into a beautiful nightmare.

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Thanks, AJ!

A Mysterious Death In Todmorden

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Witchcraft And Xenomorphs

Thanks, Chase!

These are wonderful photos.  Your son's costumes are easily the best I've seen for YEARS handing out candy.  The small eye holes in the face hugger made me laugh so loud.  Amazing.  

I'd go ape if I saw a trick-or-treater wearing either of those costumes on Halloween night.  I might even break character from being Michael Myers and high five someone (and I can't express how much I hate high fives).

War

There was something fungoid in the oily brown skin, something in the clumsy deliberation of the tedious movements unspeakably nasty. Even at this first encounter, this first glimpse, I was overcome with disgust and dread.

Suddenly the monster vanished. It had toppled over the brim of the cylinder and fallen into the pit, with a thud like the fall of a great mass of leather. I heard it give a peculiar thick cry, and forthwith another of these creatures appeared darkly in the deep shadow of the aperture.

I turned and, running madly, made for the first group of trees, perhaps a hundred yards away; but I ran slantingly and stumbling, for I could not avert my face from these things.

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Biomechanical World

I love that Hans Ruedi Giger (pronounced GEEGER, btw) will always be the father of biomechanical design.  That was his jam.  He invented it.  Giger has cited inspirations along the way, but his work is not derivative of their drawings and paintings (Salvador Dalí...Alfred Kubin).  He was his own thing.  To the point that his influence is instantly recognizable in other artists' works.  It can't be hidden.  Literally never.  And that's pretty neat.

As much as I wasn't a fan of the recent ALIEN films, I do love that his name appears in the credits of those films.  And in the current video games that exist.  The stories are literally built around his designs.  The settings feel alien and foreign because of Giger.  The atmosphere is smooth, shiny, dark, and terrifying.

And it appears Hollywood will never stop squeezing that intellectual property, so I think Giger shall live forever in xenomorphic splendor.  

Wren sent me the below IG account... Biomechanical World.  It's loaded with photos of Giger's work that I've never seen before.  Pretty amazing stuff, of course.

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Where Do They Come From? The Dust. Where Do They Go? The Grave.

Now Shopping: ALIEN Xenomorph Hip Bag

"Hip Bag" sounds pretty much just as bad as "Fanny Pack."  Though given the choice between the two, I'd go with, and I'll use it in a sentence:  "This isn't a fanny pack!  It's my new Xenomorph hip bag!"  Though I realize I just used both.  

Click below to see the new ALIEN line at La Femme En Noir:

Thanks, Wren!  I wish I had this back in 1993 when I stood in the Vietnam humidity of Disney World.  I could have fit my wallet, keys, my [huge] 90's cell phone, and my lip balms and sunscreen in there all at once.