Week of 6/18/00:
She's not the hideous Chernobylish mutie of the Life of the Party, but she's another example of "This is the best they could do?"
"Du-uh, tell me about the 8-tracks, George!"
I'm not sure if that's a tiara, or an extension of the plate in her head.
I put the tape in my 8-track player. It played 1 side of cheezy organ music, then the player died. Apparently the belt broke. It took me a couple of months more to find a reasonably-priced replacement. Eventually, I remembered that I'd never heard this tape in its entirety, so I played it again.
I heard one side of cheezy organ music, then silence. "What a coincidence," I said through clenched teeth, and ripped the tape from the now-broken player to take a closer look at it.
I don't know what that silver tape is, but it functions like 8-Track Kryptonite. Someone had patched the tape with it, wrecked their own player, then kindly donated the evil tape to the Salvation Army, so I could buy it and destroy two vintage players. THANKS, GUY!!
You know, I don't like the way that first scan of the tape came out--lemme try again.
Ahh, that's much better!
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