9021...NO!

David Silver has ditched his dreams of hip-hop glory to run away with an unlikely paramour. With her shoulder to lean on, he travels the globe to more highly elevated and barren zip codes to escape the face that haunts his (and humanity's) nightmares.  

But there is 

no 

escape.

This post is a shout-out to my old buddy Katmass and the many nights we spent boozing in The Peach Pit.

It's just a jump to the left...

There's an image so frightening here that shakes me to the core and turns my insides into pudding just thinking about it. No, it's not the thought of traveling through time and meeting one's older, cross-dressing self as this young man has done. That would be awesome. Look above that. See the girl falling through space? Egads! I can't think of anything more spectacularly frightening than to be precariously perched, not being 

able to hang on, to lose one's slippery                                 hold .......... and then drop. 

Why yes, I am hyperventilating at the moment. So on a lighter note (and in keeping with the fun cross-dressing timewarpin' stuff) for all my friends who spent many a midnight at Uniondale's minicinema back in the day...Let's do the time warp again!

 

Lucy in the Psi with Diamonds

It took an inspired artist to draw this mind-blowing trippiness and two authors to pen it and still I have no idea what it's about (and this is after reading the jacket blurb) except to learn that someone is the prisoner of their own psychic powers. Is it the haloed dude with the expanding psinuses? Or perhaps Admiral Adama there on the left disguised as Chief Needsmoisturizer. Could it be the boyish girl with emerald eyes on the right? The dapper trio in the corner? Or is it the two-headed biker? (I know, I know - it just looks like a two-headed biker, but any excuse to link to a Ray Milland pic is one I'm taking) That leaves our central figure. Hmmmm, the only thing he's a prisoner of would be snazzy biker fashion...and I guess psilocybin. Feed your head with YA fiction, kids!

This silly thing called work has me in its grip, so I'll be taking a blog break until school ends. Hope you tune in later!

Look Behind You!

Ah, the birds of summer...the chicks of YA novels. Big sis gazes with wonky eyes at vistas most pleasing, while she gently rests her protective hands on the sun-kissed shoulders of her darling sister. And how adorable is little sis? A veritable clone of Buffy herself (no, not that Buffy - this one!)  But don't let this idyllic scene fool you. The sinister trees do stir, bwahahahaha!

Theater Geeks of the World Unite!

Ah, theater geeks, how I love them! For all the dramaramas I knew in high school who were mocked by the jocks and bullied by the beauty queens,  this monologue is for you: 

[clears throat, enters stage right] 

Give me your teen outcasts, your shunned soliloquists, your huddled rehearsers yearning to breathe free the wretched refuse of your teeming high school hallways. Send these, the dramatic dabblers, the backstage babes, tempest-tost to me, I lift my spot light beside the golden stage. Yes, young thespian, hug thyself!*

*and get the boy to do your hair and make-up - I'm sure he's fabulous at it, darling!

The Final Battle

I assume the publisher's intent was to offer a cover illustration that would appeal to teen girls back in the day. This picture certainly includes some elements of popular teen style - the high-waisted jeans, the necklace dangling over the sweater collar just so, and other accoutrements that define these creatures - the teddy bears, the teen idols ripped from the pages of Tiger Beat and the oh-so-precious knickknacks. Yet there's something a bit off about these two. Are they even teenagers? It's like they're a representation of what teenage girls would look like as rendered by someone who's never seen a teenaged girl....or by someone who's never seen a human? I think our clue lies in that 

big old V in the title.