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Wikipedia says:

The premise of the series is that in the mid-1980s, Garth Marenghi and his publisher Dean Learner made their own TV series on a shoestring budget. Set in Darkplace Hospital in Romford, Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace tells of the adventures of Dr. Rick Dagless, MD, as he fights the forces of darkness while simultaneously coping with the pressures of running a modern hospital. In spite of the programme’s obvious flaws — wooden acting, cringeworthy scripts and amazingly poor special effects, to name but three — both Marenghi and Learner still regard the series as a masterpiece. But nobody else does, which is why it’s taken nearly 20 years to reach the screen.

Of course, in reality the series is a deliberate send-up both of the horror genre and of 1980s TV production.

This show is great. Here’s the first episode:

via Dead-Frog

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i miss the japanese night

with her swollen melancholic moon

the sad grey clouds sporadically lit

by exploding stars

and the hum of rice growing

under the furtive haiku breeze

but i miss the night more in conversation it seems

my eyes betray me but my words do more

than convey the elusive and futile nostalgia

for the past

“you never step in the same river twice.”

i heard.

and yet i’ve walked through that one single

japanese night

for over a thousand lifetimes

and I’m in awe

at always the same place

the same time

and in the same footprints.

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After twenty million stars and I’m still no closer
These hands dipped in magnetic rings resonant with moonlight
Feel nothing
One hundred offers of peace to the enemy
And one hundred one rejections with a bullet
I’ve read books to please women.
Women please me to please the books.
A friend drew himself together and with one mighty < bang > erased himself with the rubber end of a shotgun.

I see a star — a tiny orangish tear – celestial tracer rounds
And I run
I find nothing
Then another falling star
And I run
I find nothing again
So, this time I just run.

An astronaut sits alone half white with sun and half black with space
There is no noise
He holds a glove a up and grayish dust slowly falls
He looks to the blackest point he can see.
In his ear he hears, “DANGER!! Oxygen Low! DAN—
He overrides the rational and for 18 minutes sits in peace.

Canadian anti-alcoholism comic from 1973. Click here to read the whole thing.

[comics with problems]

Try reading this. It actually makes sense.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

via moronland.net

For John Dillinger
In hope he is still alive
Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1986

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts

thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —

thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —

thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —

thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —

thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —

thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces —

thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers —

thanks for laboratory AIDS —

thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs —

thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business —

thanks for a nation of finks — yes, thanks for all the memories… all right, let’s see your arms… you always were a headache and you always were a bore —

thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

via WFMU’s Beware of the Blog

Haha oh my god…. I just moved this one to the top of my netflix queue. Oh man, I can’t wait.

Summary from Netflix:

Bollywood-style melodrama puts on its dancing shoes and struts out the predictable story of a performer’s tragic life. At a young age, the poor Anil finds an evil, rich nemesis in Mr. Oberoi, who sends him and his mother to jail unjustly. Years later, when Anil’s ready to exact his revenge, word leaks out and the tables are turned. Anil may never dance again, but Oberoi still has to live with his daughter’s devotion to the humble entertainer.

Teleport City has a review here.

via Kaiju Shakedown