Fun trivia: someone at Bally thought that making a pinball machine based on this movie (including playing the first riffs of Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” after you lost your last ball) was a good idea. I know this because I played it shortly after the movie came out, the day of my sister’s wedding, because my brother and I were so tired of my sister’s Bridezilla behavior that we left to decompress before we threw her into Lake Winnebago. That weekend was compounded bad decisions, all the way around.
The absolute summation of that weekend was that my youngest brother was in a coma (he was riding a bike in Milwaukee down a hill, a driver made a right turn from a left turn lane right in front of him, he hit the side of the car so hard that his helmet was stuck to the panel, and the driver tried to drag him into the street in front of witnesses so she could claim the accident was HIS fault when the cops arrived), with a 10 percent chance of survival and less than 1 percent chance of waking up, and my sister spent the whole weekend lying about how my mother was planning to cancel the wedding because of it. By the time my then-wife and I got on the plane to go home, we were both envying my little brother. 30 years later as of next month, every time I think of that trip, I hear that pinball game and spiral further. (Three decades later, nearly 15 years after her husband killed himself on their bed, and my sister is STILL whining about this. I’m not saying she’s a horrible person with all of the compassion and empathy of a hookworm. I just say she has pattern nightmares involving Sigourney Weaver and a forklift,)
Oh, and my brother came out of the coma, three weeks after the accident and 20 minutes before he was to receive a tracheotomy. That doesn’t keep my sister from whining, though.
"Now we jump forward some years, to when Ken is a winsome lad of 35"
"It’s now three years later, and Ken is a strapping young man of 35."
"Having finally graduated from high school at age 35"
"Now Ken is ready to create life."
If he's eternally youthful, why would he want to do that? Doesn't he know children age you?
Applause! Applause! Could you do this Bram Stoker's Dracula?
Fun trivia: someone at Bally thought that making a pinball machine based on this movie (including playing the first riffs of Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” after you lost your last ball) was a good idea. I know this because I played it shortly after the movie came out, the day of my sister’s wedding, because my brother and I were so tired of my sister’s Bridezilla behavior that we left to decompress before we threw her into Lake Winnebago. That weekend was compounded bad decisions, all the way around.
Holy crap! And here it is: https://pinside.com/pinball/machine/mary-shellys-frankenstein
The absolute summation of that weekend was that my youngest brother was in a coma (he was riding a bike in Milwaukee down a hill, a driver made a right turn from a left turn lane right in front of him, he hit the side of the car so hard that his helmet was stuck to the panel, and the driver tried to drag him into the street in front of witnesses so she could claim the accident was HIS fault when the cops arrived), with a 10 percent chance of survival and less than 1 percent chance of waking up, and my sister spent the whole weekend lying about how my mother was planning to cancel the wedding because of it. By the time my then-wife and I got on the plane to go home, we were both envying my little brother. 30 years later as of next month, every time I think of that trip, I hear that pinball game and spiral further. (Three decades later, nearly 15 years after her husband killed himself on their bed, and my sister is STILL whining about this. I’m not saying she’s a horrible person with all of the compassion and empathy of a hookworm. I just say she has pattern nightmares involving Sigourney Weaver and a forklift,)
Yikes. That's quite the compendium of shite humanity.
"nightmares involving Sigourney Weaver and a forklift"
I see what you did there. And approve.
Oh, and my brother came out of the coma, three weeks after the accident and 20 minutes before he was to receive a tracheotomy. That doesn’t keep my sister from whining, though.
Thanks! I wanted to ask if your brother emerged from the coma, but thought, ehhh, I’ve probably done enough triggering for today…
And now you understand why I live at least 1500 miles from biological family.
Sigh. I mean do this for, Bram Stoker's Dracula.
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