The lovely Kelly, Lex and Adam give you a ahem "taste" of photos to come from the fine fiends at The Scream Team! Shambling through Old Towne Pasadena yesterday was a lovely range of decaying friends bent on devouring every amused busboy and window-shopper...and every moment of our monsterhood was documented for your viewing pleasure! Seriously, kids, we're cooking up some amazing things for Halloween this year, and you can own some of the genius for your own spookytimes! How's that for a slice of fried gold?
So the ever-lovely Nina Storey, along with the gang from White Lights and Magnolia Memoir, and the ever-energetic Max Golberg descended upon House House tonight to record what is several hours of pure web-streaming delight. For those of you who weren't there to witness it firsthand, here's the re-run. And next time you'll know to be there for the real thing, ready to chat at us, won't you?
Sweet CrumbleCakes, did I use to love sitting down in front of my tv to watch an evening episode of Square One! What Schoolhouse Rock did for english and Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? did for geography, Square One did for math...made it tolerable.
I enjoyed the adventures of the Mathnet Squad, the cameo appearances of the fast-talking Micro Machines guy doing rapid fire math problems, and the fact that beacause it was a math show, my mother wouldn't make me turn it off and do something "productive" with my time. I think she was hoping that unlike Mr Belvedere, Square One would make me want to grow up to be a brilliant mathmetician. As we all know, Mr Belvedere was a wise-cracking butler, and therefore a terible role model. Also, he lied and told the kids he invented Double Stuf Oreos that one time and is therefore a liar and a common servant. He probably stole the good silver too. Not the occupation a 10 year old girl should be aspiring to.
No, Square One was the better choice. Although I still somehow finished high school with the math comprehension of a second-grader in the "before" segment of a Sylvan Learning Center commercial, I nevertheless loved my time spent with the Square One gang. So I leave you with this simple question:
I live in Hollywood. I act. I love all things Jane Austen. I live in the most beautiful and profound gutter in the world. It teaches me things about myself every day.
And I am mistaken for or compared to Winona Ryder at least once a week. I am not. I am the Unwinona.
