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1. Never Trust A Disembodied Brain. Honest, they are not to be trusted. All Brains in Jars are evil - or about to become so very very soon. And don't think because they are in a glass jar in a laboratory they can't come after you. It's a well known fact that, freed from the rigours of having to do all the dumb stuff we all have to do every day, even the most kindly and beneficent of human beings will become an raving egomaniacal monster with superhuman mental powers within minutes of having their brain plonked in a jar of vaguely murky nutrient solution.
2. If You Hear A Theremin - Run! That's all, just run. The first bit of electronicy ooooeeeeeoooooooooo! you hear, you GTF out of there. Don't stop and look over your shoulder, don't explore any further into the strange, still warm to to the touch, thing that landed with a pulsing light in the next door field, just run. But above all do not keep on petting in an open topped car. For some reason Theremin playing bug-eyed monsters just love hetrosexuals making out in open topped cars.
3. Make Sure People are What They Say They Are - If your husband has stopped blinking, forgets your middle name, and has to turn his whole upper body to look at you, get used to the idea that he is no longer your husband but merely an empty husk, animated by some gelatinous blob with three eyes - and get used to it fast because you're next (after he kills the dog).
4. Throw Things At Monsters - Throw anything. When you are faced with a giant rampaging radioactive monster tearing up the commercial district, throw everything you've got at it. Not just the usual massive amounts of high explosives and air strikes by stock footage, or even the hastily rigged devices that deliver the entire output of the Hoover Dam through a convenient railway track; you'll only annoy it and probably make it bigger. No, the thing to do is rush into the nearest grocery store and start throwing things at the beasty. Anything that comes to hand. Bread, salt, Cheesy Wotsits, anything. I guarantee you that within minutes you and your surviving scientist chums will be looking down at its smouldering remains saying things like: "With all the knowledge of science we were powerless. Who would have guessed that the answer lay in a simple salami sandwich...?"
5. It's in the Old Mine Just Outside of Town! - Whatever it is, it's in the old mine just outside of town. No need to look in the mine to check, it's in there, just blow the bugger up.
6. Never Trust a Scientist - even if you fancy the tits off his daughter. Scientists are either mad, frustrated, would-be despots driven insane by years of scornful dismissal of their 'life's work', or blinkered idealists, unable to see the inevitable consequences of their actions. Either way they end up fiddling with things 'man is not meant to know'* and are best avoided. Especially if the conversation ever gets round to keeping brains alive in jars (qv).
7. Never Have Anything to Do With a Scientist's Beautiful Daughter - I know this is a total no brainer but it does need saying. It's just asking for trouble. If, on the other hand, you find you are the beautiful daughter of an ageing scientist, move to Australia (or Wales if he's Australian). Do not, under any circumstances, accompany him on expeditions up obscure Central African or South American rivers, or anywhere else where there is even the remotest chance of encountering a gorilla.
8. Don't Go Looking For The Cat - It will live, you won't.
9. Always Bear in Mind That No Matter How Slowly the Shambling Thing Following You is Moving - it Will Outrun You - The actual time it will take to catch you is a complicated calculation of an inverse square law in which you have to take into account the available number of small twigs the female members of your party will trip over in inappropriately high-heeled shoes.
10. Don't Let Caucasians Near Volcanoes - White people have an inexplicable but definite catalytic effect on long dormant volcanoes. Enter white people - exit ancient civilisation and/or dinosaurs happily living on its slopes.

Feel free to contribute your own guidelines in the comments.

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Happy New Year, Goof readers!

For my first post of 2009, I decided to unveil a gallery of screencaps featuring the title cards from incredibly strange films like the 3 shown below. I started saving them a while back, and I'm up to 100 or so. I'll be adding more as time goes on, so be sure to come back and visit occasionally to see what's new. Enjoy!

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The Ackermonster, as he was fond of being called, was probably best known as the editor of Famous Monsters of Filmland, a magazine that made a big impression on many a squishy young brain back in the day (including mine). The cover illustrations were particularly noteworthy. You can view them all here.

Rot In Peace. Mr. Ackerman.

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A screencap from the delightful British sci-fi/horror film, X the Unknown, showing Will Kane's favorite legendary British actor/entertainer, Anthony Newley, about to be eaten by a radioactive Scottish mud monster.

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Some of my recent contributions to the Flickr Name That Film Pool:

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Okay, since nobody paid any attention the last time I posted about them, I guess it's time for me to plug the Monster Movie Music weblog again. Your hosts, Eegah! and Tabonga! serve up a steaming pile of psychotronic movie reviews, great screencaps, AND groovy soundclips from all of your favorite midnight movies (as well as a few you've never heard of before) every single frickin' day!

Link to them, worship them, have their mutant, undead cult-film babies!

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