Is it me or has the second season of HBO's Carnivàle skittered smack into Texas Chainsaw Massacre territory? Take Episode 3, for starters, where Nick Stahl skulks the backest roads of Ingram, Texas and stumbles upon a band of rowdy rednecks who express themselves artistically by driving nails into baby doll brainpans and such. They don't cotton to strangers neither -- trussing Mr. Stahl feet first into the nearest tree before burying him alive. While, in last night's episode, we got an eyeful of a peeperless ol "crone" who actually cross stitches one of the offending hayseeds' mouth shut! I think we've found the Sawyer fam's new favorite show.

I just polished off my Predator 2 review which contains an extended bon mot from the great, though plainly insane Gary Busey. Gary's antics reminded me of the surreal genius of Adam de la Pena's short-lived Comedy Central series I'm with Busey. Oh, how that made me giggle. Where's the DVD!?!

Now, if we paddle along this stream of consciousness a bit farther, we come to Corn Mo's cult hit "Busey Boy" (MP3) in which the latter-day Tiny Tim hilariously laments his resemblance to the Hollywood harebrain. Personally, I don't see it ...

Sci Fi just premiered a real howler of a guy-in-rubber-suit picture. By my count, their Chupacabra: Dark Seas is the 131st "goat sucker" flick to be foisted on an unsuspecting public. Found this still over at UpcomingHorrorMovies.com ...

Handsome devil, eh? Hungry too. This, ahem, sucker goes through an entire luxury liner's worth of din-din (including a Yorkie!) all because of an unscrupulous cryptozoologist. Perhaps these downtrodden researchers need an advocacy group to avoid future such malignments?

I rather expected a steaming pile of felgercarb on my doorstep after daring to compare the original and retooled Battlestar Galactica. Especially given that, despite warm memories of the series, my overall endorsement favored -- gasp -- the remake! But, judging by my email, it turns out my fellow Battlestarians are reasonable and refreshingly polite folks. I did get Daniel's dander up, though, who suggested I take a look at a certain scene from the family-friendly series ...

Now just HOW did those poor devils know to spell that out? Were they tipped to the Cylon sneak attack? I smell a conspiracy!

Good Ol' Charlie Kane would've scrawled a grandiose Statement of Principles for such an occasion. Yours truly, however, will respectfully refrain. Truth is, like many would-be cyberpunks, this cockamamy notion struck me over a tasty libation. Be kind.