So the last three weeks of my life have actually been kind of icky. Scary family health problems, finding out we have to move over the holidays, and then on Friday my precious server hard drive decided to die, creating fifteen hours of toiling over a hot monitor trying to save everything from Pith to my employer’s e-commerce website. Blah.

Anyway, tonight I hop on a plane for Las Vegas, and I won’t be back until next Wednesday. Wish me luck.

Okay, so one link: here’s a scary man in a scary hat eating the scary Mega Ho-Dog, one of the many delightful cheap eats in Las Vegas. Mmmmmm! (Please note that I have never actually eaten a Ho-Dog. Even I have my limits.)

Have you ever wanted to live on a decommissioned airplane? How about a decommissioned airplane that’s attached to a giant pole sticking out of the ocean? So how about a decommissioned airplane that’s attached to a giant pole sticking out of the ocean that allows your plane to rotate in the wind like a weathervane? How about a decomissioned plane on a pole in the ocean that moves like a weathervane that you bought on eBay? Nah, me neither.

(Sorry, folks. The flu has made me less than prolific this week. Cough, cough.)

So I’m a little late for Halloween, but bear with me:

stylish hand-made Vampire Killing Kit. Seriously, if I was rich or goth enough, I would be all over this.

Sweet merciful crap — They’re remaking Dawn of the Dead! And it’s being written by the guy who wrote Scooby-Doo! Obviously, ruining Texas Chainsaw Massacre isn’t good enough. Okay, here’s an idea for a horror movie: Studio executives get some evil brain slug that causes them to pour money into simplistic remakes and crap that’s been done so many times they seem like remakes. The majority of people go see the movies. I cry. The end.