Wednesday, June 29, 2011


To the Readers:

This is to let you know that although I am not removing this blog from the internet (it will languish there till the end of time), my newer postings here are ceasing.

This blog is one of my older ones and almost from the start, posting multiple pages of comics, magazines, what have you, has been a major hassle. However, with blogspot improvements over time, postings are much easier and quicker. Therefore, my larger postings are going to be reserved for these newer blogs, which I hope you will visit. For your convenience, I am listing them here:

The Carnival of Weird (
Oddball Depot (
And Da Horse You Rode In On (
The Boy Does Not Play Well With Others (
The Fabulous Mrs. Poopenplatz (
The Wonderful World of Stupid (
And the newest one, Wacko University (

I have Facebook pages, too, for each of these blogs (except Wacko, which I will do this weekend), so if you go there and “like” the page, I believe you will see updates as I write about new postings. Each FB page is called what the blog is called.

You can also visit Saddletramp Swami, a blog I created in appreciation of all things Western, including the occasional Western comic. If this is something you think you’d enjoy, go to: (

Of my older blogs, The Splatting Nun ( is the most visited of them all, so it will be staying current as will Exorcist Repository ( when there are new updates and Mike’s House of Whacks ( I will be keeping up with Detective Magazine Heaven ( as well.

I can still receive mail at the address listed on this blog and will continue to sporadically monitor it. For faster response, though, you just might want to contact me at: Be sure and let me know which blog you’re asking about.

Thanks for stopping by. I hope you’ve been entertained by what you’ve found here and will give the newer blogs a try when you get time.

All the Best,

Mike Madonna

Saturday, June 25, 2011


That’s “Gator-oid”, not “Gator-aid”, presumably because the gators here are fed steroids and not because they are replacing their electrolytes with a sports drink.

Who’da thunk it? Debbie Gibson AND Tiffany, two washed-up 80’s pop princesses, hired as actresses by the SYFY channel. AGAIN!

Apparently no one sprung for acting lessons for these ladies this time around either. Let’s put it this way: as actresses, they are, well, singers.

The best actor in the movie is, in fact, Micky Dolenz, and he’s not really acting – he’s playing himself. Too bad he doesn’t get to burst into “I’m A Believer”, but thankfully he doesn’t get to start in on that awful “Randy Scouse Git”, either. We take our blessings wherever we find them.

Didn’t recognize any song Debbie might have had in the movie, but Tiffany has the closing song, “Serpentine”, which I have to admit is not bad.

Debbie Gibson looks almost anorexic to me; one can see her upper rib cage fairly well. The thing is, I didn’t really want to see that. Tiffany, on the other hand, has filled out nicely. Director Mary Lambert, in the extras section, also looks like she might be ill. She appears to be just flesh barely covering a skeletal frame.

Oh, yeah, the movie: seen better, seen worse. Big snakes, big gators, blah, blah, blah. Actor A Martinez, a fixture in 70’s cop shows, looks like he might be wondering where the payroll line is. He spends most of his time in the movie looking irritated. Hey, Mr. Martinez, you should see how the rest of us on THIS side of the camera are looking; I’ll show ya irritated!

Both Debbie and Tiffany are listed as co-producers of this movie. Not only does this mean that they probably invested money in this project somewhere along the line, but it also answers the question, “How did these two ever get hired as ‘actresses’?”

Now where was I? Oh, yes, Tiffany’s hooters. They really enhance her performance here as the cinematographer constantly calls attention to them. Of course that was intentional, but why? Probably so that you would be less likely to notice that Tiffany can’t act. Her gazongas turn out to be more of a special effect than the snakes and gators.

Watch Tiffany’s knockers, listen to her song at the end but other than that you are on your own if you sit through this.