Twilight Twursday

Thought I'd pass along some good-watchin-stories to tide you over on this random Thursday from the archives of the brilliance that is The Twilight Zone. I'll call it Twilight Twursday. Enjoy!

"Number 12 Looks Just Like You"



Anyone who considers this science fiction should take a walk around Beverly Hills sometime. I'm not sure how half of the middle-aged, mid-life-crisis chumps in their forties can even tell their wives apart after a few surgeries.

"The Hunt"



I can't make any comments. I'm too busy choking up. If I had to sum up my concept of the Heaven in one pop culture terms, I'd say it goes something like this:

Defending Your Life + The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis + Twilight Zone Dog Heaven. Sounds pretty awesome to me.

going from a vision of happy to a vision of hell...it's...

"He's Alive"



Rod Sterling's most head a-sploding commentary on the poison of anti-Semitism, and the reality in his time (and, sadly, our own) that Hitler's ideals still live on in people and organizations all over the world. In his own words:

Where will he go next, this phantom from another time, this resurrected ghost of a previous nightmare - Chicago; Los Angeles; Miami, Florida; Vincennes, Indiana; Syracuse, New York? Anyplace, everyplace, where there's hate, where there's prejudice, where there's bigotry. He's alive. He's alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when he comes to your town. Remember it when you hear his voice speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any human being. He's alive because through these things we keep him alive.

Also, anyone doubting the genius of dearly departed Dennis Hopper need only watch his younger work to know he's always been awesome. We miss you, buddy.

And to end on a totally corny note, here's a choice piece of shmaltz from the 2002 re-boot of Twilight Zone that should have learned from the awfulness of the awful Outer Limits re-boot a decade-ish earlier. But hey, Amber Tamblyn? And the (possibly last)straight-faced use of the phrase gangster rap! Evergreen...is....PEOPLE! (Dun dun dunnn)

"Evergreen"

Why? Nona?

Sometimes I think the internet makes things just because they're perfect for The Unwinona. This is one of them from the sexy bitchlets at Regretsy. Regretsy, you always treat me so good...

Janice Kapp Post-Traumatic-Musical-Disorder

Welcome to a small slice of hell. I mean, inspirational Mormon "pop" music. No, I meant hell.



I found this looking for obliviously hilarious Janice Kapp Perry cover art (is there any other kind?) to submit to Jesus of the Week and I swear to all that is holy and covered in floral shoulder pads, I can't tell if this is supposed to be funny or if she's totally legit weeping there at the end. I've seen enough tearful Sunday morning performances of this sugary pile of lyrics to really question myself on this particular video. For the moment I'm inclined to believe she's for real.

And I'm not in the slightest ashamed to admit that I've done my time as a soldier in the Janice Kapp Perry Army. Not ashamed because I wasn't a volunteer. I was FUCKING DRAFTED. The same sadistic female parent who dragged my sorry ass to piano lessons under screaming protest for years on end decided, one day out of the blue, to sign me up for a Wednesday night Young Womens choir. I'm still not clear what the purpose of these choir nights was. There was no recital or presentation planned as far as I know. To be honest I didn't pay too much attention. I didn't plan on staying that long. Honestly, I think some mom got it into her head that if she didn't provide the teenagers a wholesome supervised activity we'd all start shooting heroin and french-kissing each other.

If memory serves, I only went twice. Maybe three times. They blur together. I remember picking at my skirt (because of course Jesus didn't want us singing about the wonders of being women all tarted up like lesbians in blue jeans!)and mumbling as quietly as possible to avoid being picked for any sort of solo. Two excruciating hours later I got to go home. With schmaltzy little songs in my head, looping over, and over, and over. To this day, against my will, I remember all the damn words to "I Walk By Faith" and it makes me cry too, flower lady. Because I'm trying not to laugh.

That said, I did find some truly gag-inducing J-Kapp cover art! (Also, a link to an evening of theater scientifically designed to stun, or possibly kill.) Let the heart-warming...BEGIN!









We'll end things with this inspiring reminder to Walk in the Light! Brought to you by the Ghost of Abraham Lincoln.