#December2016
R.L. Stine Is Writing ‘Man-Thing’ For Marvel. We Can Have Nice Things!
2016, a year of torrid shits and pain, has at least given me one welcome development. I mean, like, many. But the most recent one is the announcement that R.L. Stine is going to be writing Man-Thing. Now, am I going to read it? Fuck naw. But I just like it existing.
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R.L. Stine Is Writing Comics For Marvel
Party like it’s 1995! Just imagine, pubes are a really weird thing but you’re learning to cope with them, the PlayStation is about to kick all sorts of ass, and R.L. Stine’s latest Goosebumps novel is your monthly obsession! You can party as such, because said author is going to be writing comics for Marvel.
R.L. Stine writing new ‘Fear Street’ books; 12 year-old me fist-pumps
Sure we all loved Goosebumps, but it was R.L. Stine’s “more mature” book series Fear Street that gave me some of my earliest adolescent shocks, and boners. Now it appears that Stine is bringing the series back. Here’s to more shivers, shocks, boners, and funny feelings!
‘GOOSEBUMPS’ MOVIE PLOT is like WAY META
Got some of that Writing Writer, Meta-Woah-Woah swagger up in the plot for the Goosebumps movie. As a kid who grew up reading them monthly diamonds, and debating the fucking terrors of Monster Blood, I was probably already going to see this movie. Now I’m totally going to see this movie while chemically altered, weeping at the beauty and meta-fictional nature of it all.
R.L. Stine Publishes Entire Horror Story Line-By-Line On Twitter. My Childhood Glows.
The master scribe from my generation’s adolescence, R.L. Stine, has been up to awesomeness. Sound the awesome alarm! The good sir published an entire horror story line-by-line on Twitter.
OCTOBERFEAST – R.L. Stine
[OCTOBERFEAST is the greatest celebration of the year, a revelry dedicated to pop-culture’s most nutritious Halloween detritus. Plastic screams and artificial sweeteners have never been more bountiful. In the old country, villagers refer to the extended party as Satan’s Snacktime]
Lo! Did you just see that? The Ceremonial Mongoose got hold of the farmer’s prize pig! The little golden bugger escaped its rusty-nail prison, ran past the hobo-guard who was too punchdrunk from his bout with the cauldron-keeper’s wife to remain conscious, and lunged right at the farmer’s best oinker! Babe didn’t even stand a chance, being coddled by the unsuspecting and inebriated farmer as he showed off his handiwork to the pack of admiring agriculturalists.
The Ceremonial Mongoose sank teeth into throat.
Life sprayed everywhere.
The farmer’s blue-ribbon became a carcass.
Oh, such is the wonder of OCTOBERFEAST – the one event offering free bacon-cologne via crowd-drenching blood-mists!
So, why is it that those in attendance didn’t flee? How could everyone revel in such a horrific spectacle of pork-creation? What type of human being attends the OCTOBERFEAST? Well, the fact of the matter is that the celebrants are a varied lot of orange-and-black clad maniacs and lunatics and rejects and psychotics who’ve spent a lifetime reveling in popular culture’s horror. We didn’t wake up this way, but had to learn to love the dark visions, the glimpses into humanity’s unspoken fears.
As such, it is with the utmost reverence that we celebrate the career of R.L. Stine, a man whose lifework introduced many of us to the horror genre.
