Go here, and check out the full 20-minute pilot for Mike Mignola’s new animated comedy, The Amazing Screw-On Head, and then answer the poll telling Sci-Fi Channel what you think (so maybe they’ll actually make more).
The description from the site:
In this hilarious send-up of Lovecraftian horror and steampunk adventure, President Abraham Lincoln’s top spy is a bodyless head known only as Screw-On Head.
When arch-fiend Emperor Zombie steals an artifact that will enable him to threaten all life on Earth, the task of stopping him is assigned to Screw-on Head. Fortunately, Screw-On Head is not alone on this perilous quest. He is aided by his multitalented manservant, Mr. Groin, and by his talking canine cohort, Mr. Dog.
Can this unorthodox trio stop Emperor Zombie in time? Does Screw-On Head have a body awesome enough to stop the horrors that have been unleashed? Where can we get a talking dog?
All these questions (O.K., maybe not that last one) will be answered when you watch the thrilling tale of The Amazing Screw-On Head!
By now, you’ve probably heard about our Asshole-in-Chief’s latest “Whoops — that’s a microphone” screw up at the G-8 lunch today.
His brilliant summation of the Middle East descending into a wider war? ” See, the irony is what they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this shit…and it’s over.”
Yes, folks — the President of the most powerful nation on Earth, ruminating on what “they” need to do.
…plus, a ridiculously simplistic view of how things work over there.
If you needed “slam-dunk” evidence that this cracker has no fucking clue what he’s doing, there you go.
I can’t wait to see how The Faithful spin this. Probably another riff on the “plain-spoken” thing.
Didn’t get a damn thing done last week, due to the lingering Yuck. This, of course, means that I’m up to my eyeballs in work. Joy.
Finally got to catch a matinee of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest with on Sunday…..and when we came out of the theatre, it was 106 fucking degrees.
Took the dog out earlier today, and it’s still Stoopid-Hot ™ out there.
No excuses. Nothing to do but soak up the Air Conditioning, and work, work, work.