Alien Pez

Unsourced net.awesomeness: an Alien Pez dispenser. I'd buy that for (several) dollars.

alien pez (via Wil Wheaton)

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    1. This reminds me and nicely dovetails with an essay I read in a zine back in the first half of the 90s, some guy describing how during his first acid trip he saw “Alien” on the big screen (back when cinemas had one screen and it was truly BIG), then staggered home after that clusterfuck only to witness for what seemed like an eternity, his brother eating fried chicken.  The guy turned vegetarian that night.

      1. When I saw Eraserhead, there was a group of noisy people right in front of us who were tripping their brains out. So we started talking loudly about how we were actually watching a documentary about the latest news. After a few minutes, they ran screaming from the theater.

        1. We started talking loudly about how we were watching a documentary about the latest news.

          Sorry to burst the bubble, but it wasn’t your mind games that freaked them out, it was probably Lynch’s unsettling visuals and constant clanging, metallic drone in the sonic background. And the oppresive black and white atmosphere.  These people were probably thinking (before the fact) that all trippy is made equal.  Boy, were they wrong! Lynch was relentless with “Eraserhead”.

          1. No. It was us. By the end, they were facing backwards staring at us with looks of unspeakable horror on their faces.

          2. After a few minutes, they ran screaming from the theater.

            Then by the end, they were facing backwards staring at us.  To cross-mix posts, I’m listening to Miles Davis’ “In A Silent Way”, “Shhh/Peaceful”.

        2. Lesson learned, next time they’ll stick with Alan Parker’s “Pink Floyd’s The Wall” and “Family Guy”.

        3. I was tripping balls when I saw Aliens, which in retrospect was the only way to see it. The first film will always be one of my favorites, but the last thing I expected from the sequel was “Rambo in Space” and I laughed wildly until I was tossed out. My second day in New York. Awesome.

  1. Makes perfect sense.  I loved eating so many packs of Pez as a kid my stomach felt like exploding.

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