You may not know what you’re getting into when you pick up food at a gas station, but you pretty much know what you’re getting into. Dig? Hot dogs are bound to be as tough and leathery as your Great Aunt Ida after a trip to the beach. Coffee will…
Everyone leads their life just a little differently than anyone else. Some people prefer short bouts of sleep in the wee hours, while others can’t live without a full eight hours every night. Then there are the immortals. Even they keep their own unique schedules. Many, so I hear, sleep…
There’s more than one way to get an answer out of someone. If a polite query doesn’t elicit the answer you seek, then a more aggressive inquiry may do the trick. Me, I prefer to extract the answer directly from the subject’s brain.
They say you should not play with your food. But the more clever the meal, the more exciting the chase. Don’t you agree? I, myself, delight in the sublime thrill of the chase. And the more worthy the prey, the longer I draw out the game, pulling and pushing my…
Recently, a couple was charged with making human empanadas at their Lovett-like food shop in Brazil. While the attached recipe somehow calls for ground turkey and avocado cream, I couldn’t help thinking about the fresh kidney and tongue puff pastries that mama used to make. We’d all crouch around the…
Grab your guitar. Grab your weed. Grab your girlfriend. Her bikini is optional, of course. You’ve just been invited to the coolest beach party of the summer. You can’t miss it. Everyone will be there. But in Monster Land, we don’t call them “beach parties.” We call them buffet lines.
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Featuring movie essays from the Head Monsters of SML and others that explore our love for horror cinema! Published by the Collinsport Historical Society.
