Be Careful of the Blog
Charles Johnson
Thu Feb 17, 2005 at 4:09 pm PST • Views: 151
Iowahawk recalls a dime novel from another dimension, eventually made into a grade-Z horror picture: The BLOG.
The interior of the abandoned radio station KCBS was covered with splotches of pulsating green slime, which Darla and her father investigated with the epsilon ray counter. As Biff shuffled through the wreckage, he wondered — why would something attack a popular DJ like Wolfman Dan, let alone his perky producer Mary? Could this have something to do with the explosion at Westville Pass? The proportional space compu-typewriter? And did Darla realize he could see her taut, bare midriff peek out when she reached up high with that epsilon ray counter?
There was a stir at the studio door. It was Charlie Johnson, Eastvale’s town beatnik.
“Looks like squaresville Dan and his Rudy Vallee records are completely Splitsville, man,” said Johnson with an evil grin and a fiery green glow in his eyes. “From now on, the Prime Directive is… Rock and Roll, baby!”
“Look father! Out the window! A massive green glob, and it’s headed for Eastvale!”
Biff looked at Darla’s tight figure silhouetted in the green glow of the window. Waves of confusing urges washed over him… he needed to do something… what it was, he didn’t understand.
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