Showing posts with label poltergeist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poltergeist. Show all posts

1/27/10

Go Into the Light, Zelda


Sad to report that the diminutive actress, Zelda Rubinstein, who appeared in 1982's Poltergeist (and pretty much stole that movie from all involved)  has passed on.  She was 76 years old.

10/24/09

In Diane and Steve Freeling's Bedroom

Ever wondered what you would find in the bedroom of that hip, pot smoking, young couple, Diane and Steve Freeling?

Wonder no more:1: Steve might have voted for Jimmy Carter, but these days he's starting to feel like a lot of young professional men; suddenly, he's felt the calling to the dark side - that's a copy of Reagan: The Man, The President at his side.

2: Thank goodness, Diane still has an open mind - and a connection in L.A. where she can still score some good weed to keep her and the hubby, tuned in and turned on. Note the cigar box stash next to Steve, the joint he's trying to roll, and the doobie Diane is toking on.

3: The latest brochures for Cuesta Verde Estates - phase 6.

4: A book on preadolescence somnambulism.

5: Cheap Picasso knock off picked up at the Simi Valley Sears.

6:Full length mirror where Steve likes to admire his physique.

7: One of many portal's to hell can be found behind the drywall here.

8: Bottom drawer houses The Freeling's collection of sex toys, Joy Jelly, edible underwear and nude photos they took of each other whilst still in college.

9: Family photo taken on Independence Day last year.

10: 100 % Egyptian cotton sheets Diane bought at a chic store in Beverly Hills last month. She felt like such a sell out when first got these linens, but once she lay on them, she realized how good they felt.

2/24/09

Where Have You Gone, Marty?

Hey look, it's Marty, the ghost hunter with a big appetite! Man, he had it going on!

You'd have thunk that Marty would have beat a hasty retreat when something tried to take a bite out of him on the second floor of the Freeling's house.
Ah, but turnabout is fair play, so Marty stuck around and raided the Freeling's refrigerator ... chomping on some of Diane's fine fried chicken - and all was well until the steak started crawling across the counter... ...and then began decomposing ... yuck.
Why that's enough to send a guy to the laundry room to puke ... but wait what's this? Marty, you might need some Clearasil, buddy.

Where have you gone, Marty?