Today, because I’m between “real” pieces, we’re going to play an exciting new game I just invented. It’s called “But Is He Scarier Than…?” Here’s the way it works: I pick a person to be “it,” then I go through a list of other people and ask if “it” is scarier than they are. You readers scoring at home can make your own decisions, but my opinion can be found by hovering over each picture. That’s all there is to it. Hopefully, it’ll be more amusing than it sounds. (In my head, it’s amazingly fun. Now that I see it on “paper,” I’m a tad worried.)
Are you ready to commence to begin to start? Okay, here we go. Today’s “it” is:
But is he scarier than:
And last, but not least—Is Rob Zombie-musician scarier than…Rob Zombie-director:
Whee! What did you think of my waggish schtick? Wasn’t that fun? Are you kidding me? It was boffo, I tells ya! Wasn’t it jovially puckish? Whimsical, yet not twee. You know, more elfish than impish—or, is it more impish than elfish? (I always mix those up.) All right, all right, calm down. Sheesh! I get it. (As the Hollies might say, “it ain’t heavy, it’s just filler.”) There’s a fine line between funny and obnoxious, and as you probably know by now, I have no idea where that line is. (Personally, I don’t think it exists, but I’m constantly assured I’m mistaken.) Hopefully, I’ll have something more substantial (and on topic) for you tomorrow. If you have any suggestions for future installments of this game (such as: Never. Again.), please let me know. You, dear friend, are my muse.