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. 
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. 
Quaid spins a rapid 180 to his left and finds another creep about to strike. A speedy chop to the goon's mouth sends a ribbon of blood flowing through the air..
As Harry screams in torment, one of his cronies launches into another attack. Quaid whirls quickly, squarely smashing the thug in his solar plexus. .
A swift blow to Harry's chest sends him reeling in pain. Quaid kicks the gun from his hand as Harry winces in agony. .
Molars go flying as Doug goes berzerk on Harry's henchmen. . .
Quaid's demeanor rapidly changes from meek to merciless as he growls and throws off his assailants. . .
When we last saw Douglas Quaid, he was in the lower level of a subway station about to be killed by his friend Harry. . 
After quite some time, Total Recall is back! For those of you who have already joined the ride, I hope these new drawings don't disappoint. For anyone wanting to start from the beginning, this tribute began with the June 30th 2010 post on this blog. And now . .
For this group shot of the foursome traveling towards the Sea of Green , I chose to alter the colors of their clothes seen in the film. Th...
