Wednesday, March 24, 2010

"Previously on Point Dume."

Behold, my Minions. The fruit of mine loins.
This is the first promo teaser episode of my web series, "Previously on Point Dume," a Funny-or-Die Exclusive, featuring Enver Gjokaj of Joss Whedon's Dollhouse.

Prepare to Meet Your Dume.

Recessive Genes.

There were... complications with the birth.
That's what she'd say when people dared to ask.
But look at poor, stupid Donald, she'd think. Playing along, acting the father.
But everyone could see it.
They could all see it.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

DreadVid: BBC Haunted London Tube.

An amazingly chilling documentary about sightings and hauntings on the London Tube, the oldest underground network in the world.

Ben, the Two of Us.

So what if they had a violent relationship?
Him and Ben made it work. On their terms.
Isn't this why they came out West?
To live their lives without people staring?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Things You Birth.

"How quickly you forget your children, Doctor. I have not forgotten you. Or your promises of immortality. LOOK at me, Doctor. You look me in the eye."

"Do You Know the Baguette Man?"

It was the kind of local legend only the elderly respected.
The teens scoffed and broke the Sacred Bread.
And now it was too late.
The Kneading had begun again.

Monday, February 1, 2010

BBC Docu: Arthur Conan Doyle, Detective.

An amazingly well-produced and beautifully shot BBC documentary about the real-life crime solving of Sherlock Holmes' author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle...
...beware encountering the horse slaughterer on a moonlit autumn night such as tonight...

Arthur Conan Doyle, For the Defense.

At the Prussian Ambassador's Gala.

His cover had been blown.
He'd hoped to walk right out the Embassy doors, undetected.
But now, after what the child had seen...
Agent Grimbal was going to have to get creative.

"Or I WALK, What's It Gonna Be?"

Look. Clancy had read the contract, okay?
They'd gone over the contract.
But guess what: he wasn't some fucking Disney tween.
He'd worked this town for years.
This wasn't about perks.
This was about his goddamn percentage of the back-end.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

DreadVid: BBC, The Enfield Poltergeist.

"The Enfield Poltergeist was a period of apparent poltergeist activity in England between August 1977 and September Enfield in North London, in a council house rented to Peggy Hodgson, a single parent with four children."

I've Shown You All I Can. Go Now.

It was time for them both to move on.
Barnabus knew it. Petey knew it.
You know, in many ways, the boy had taught him.
Wasn't life funny like that?

Prof. Krautendorf's Final Telegram.

"Dearest Josef:
My Infernal tests have at last yielded Abominations!
I have merged two of God's most Lethal creations.
I feel certain I can control this new 'CrustaceaCat.'
Yet if I cannot, burn my papers. And God help us all."

A Real Nazi For Safety.

After the "incident" on the airstrip with Dr. Jones, it fell to Wolfgang to "safety-proof" the entire Tanis archeological site.
I mean, seriously, for a Master Race, the boys were remarkably accident-prone.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Fortune and Glory.

Deciphering the clues in the Codex Gorgona had brought them this far.
Wendell and Crispin could smell how close they were.
Here, somewhere in Rome... was the Bedpan of Mary Magdelene.

DreadVid: Awkward Cyber-Stalking Interview.

Monday, November 30, 2009

The Trigger Effect 2.

The wildfires had pushed Jenna to the breaking point.
"Civilization" was a myth.
"California" was a myth.
If it came down to it, some things were worth dying for.
Some things were worth killing for.

The Cold Hard Light of Monday.

The hard part was when your "dayjob" started to define you.
What was that liberal education even for?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

His Love is Real. He is Not.

"What did you expect to happen, Ken?!
You programmed it to care for humans.
Now it's taken a bride.
Look in the mirror. Who's the real monster here?"

DreadVid: Inappropriate Soundtrack.

The Matrix. The Carpenters.
[courtesy of the talented Boonehams]

Monday, August 31, 2009

Interruption of Dread.

Apologies to my minions for the slow-down in postings.
This "August" you speak of is a lethargic wasteland of the mind.

Your favorite professor has been working on new projects which shall be unleashed in due time. Fiendish, hideous gibberings to delight and unsettle.

In Due Sincerity,

Prof. Adrian DreadWhimsy