I think I was about ten or eleven when the news came out: there was no Easter Bunny. He didn't break into the house to leave chocolate and Star Wars figures. Those weren't his foot prints: that was my Dad. When I fell asleep, he'd take some cotton balls, cover them in baby powder, and made a slew of "bunny tracks" on the hardwood floors.
I was completely devastated.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Look at that! Huh?! Look at That! Proof-positive the Easter Bunny exists. He hops in the side door, leaving his tracks (and more importantly some candy and gifts) along the way before he goes to the next house. Look at the pictures again, tough guy!...
I always knew there was no Santa Claus. What I mean by that is, I knew no fat guy was squeezing himself down the world's chimneys on December 24th. Every Christmas Eve I was told by my parents that a certain room in the house was forbidden to enter: usually it was there bedroom. For two hours you'd hear nothing but the sounds of torn paper, boxes being "rolled" on the floor, scissors cutting, and tape being dispensed. The cookies left out for Santa happened to be the same my father liked. You get the picture. I was wise. But I was still stunned Christmas morning. There was always an avalanche of gifts under the tree. That's not to say I don't believe in the spirit of St. Nick now. It can grab hold and open the heart of the stingiest miser every yuletide season.
But, it was a different story with the Easter Bunny. There was no way that guy wasn't real. What's that? You think that's funny? Take a look at the proof smart guy!...
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Killed 25 years ago when he was struck by a bullet loaded into a prop gun, Brandon Lee never lived to see the success he would achieve af...
The bizarre robotic operator of the taxi turns his attention back towards the road. Quaid, miffed and disorientated, continues questioning ...
. . and here's the original ad as it appeared in the pages of Forrest J. Ackerman's Famous Monsters of Filmland .