Carol
Carol Borden was editor of and a writer for the Toronto International Film Festival’s official Midnight Madness and Vanguard program blogs. She is currently an editor at and evil overlord for The Cultural Gutter, a website dedicated to thoughtful writing about disreputable art. She has written for Mezzanotte, Teleport City, Die Danger Die Die Kill, Popshifter and she has a bunch of short stories published by Fox Spirit Books including: Godzilla detective fiction, femme fatale mermaids, an adventurous translator/poet, and an x-ray tech having a bad day. Read and listen to her other shenanigans at Monstrous Industry. For her particular take on gutter culture, check out, “In the Sewer with the Alligators.”
Infinite Lives’ Darren Zenko is given to understand that “the crack-like qualities of the Bejeweled experience were no accident, but rather the result of the kind of nefarious mind-control alchemy normally attributed in science-fiction thrillers to shadowy organizations bent on world domination.”
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By gillmen wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. –sorta T.S. Eliot Do you hear that? Off in the distance? A song too beautiful to be real but somehow… familiar? The song […]
Yes, the Hero Factory is holding out for a hero in more than midi form. Choose your outfits. Female heroes have more hair options. Male heroes have more noses. Just like creating a character in a videogame, but without the pesky missions. (Thanks, ‘Col!)
Andrew O’Hehir tricks us all by writing about Alan Moore and Swamp Thing instead of movies at Salon: “[T]wo things are clear: Moore knows what comics readers want and intends to give it to them, and whether or not they want something more complicated, more tragic and more […]
Feel all the horror of tainted meat as FEARnet streams J.T. Petty’s Blood Red Earth, the Lakota-language prequel to The Burrowers.
Sita Sings the Blues is a multilayered Ramayana, an amazing display of animation prowess and Sita sings in the voice of 1920s jazz singer Annette Hanshaw. It’s neater than I make it sound. Make some time.