* Goddammit: Greg “Wolf Creek” McLean’s killer-crocodile movie Rogue‘s release by the Weinsteins is so limited…

How limited is it?

…it’s so limited, it’s not even being screened in New York Fuckin’ City! (Via the suitably outraged Jason Adams.) Truly it seems like there’s a neverending litany of bad news for horror projects dear to the hearts of us in the horror blogosphere, from Rogue to Cowboys for Christ to All the Boys Love Mandy Lane to The Midnight Meat Train to the Hellraiser remake. And it’s not exactly like Doomsday or The Ruins set the box office on fire, either.

* Here’s your unintentionally all-too-accurate quote of the day–Brad Meltzer on Justice League of America #150:

I was eight years old and it had Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and the rest all trapped in this intricate (remember, I was eight) villain deathtrap. Seeing all those superheroes together in one place set my eyes on fire. My addiction was born right there. To this very day, I treasure the idea that you can have a group of friends who will always be there to catch you. Why else would I spend the next 30 years fighting to get right back to that exact same space?

Emphasis mine, although Meltzer’s career to date is probably emphasis enough. (Via Tom Spurgeon.)

* And while I’m feeling uncharacteristically grumpy: Though I am indeed kind of hostile to the Meltzerian “gussying up your childhood favorites with Seriousness so you can keep loving them without being embarrassed” school of superherodom, at this point I’m starting to prefer it to creators of children’s entertainment product browbeating people about their weekly half-hour licensing showcase.

* I’m being slightly facetious by saying that a proper 50 Greatest Comedy Sketches of All Time list should contain 50 Monty Python sketches, but only slightly. Actually, I do love The State quite passionately and have always been amazed at how well their stuff holds up given how much of it parodied ’90s alternative youth culture in some way. And the SNL sketches they selected were pretty awesome, particularly Bass-O-Matic and the Chase/Pryor thing. But no Upper-Class Twit of the Year? Nigel, please. (Via Andrew Sullivan.)

* You know what’s funny? A few months ago I realized that while I may like individual albums by, say, Soundgarden or Alice in Chains better than any one album by Stone Temple Pilots, I like more Stone Temple Pilots records than Soundgarden or Alice in Chains or Pearl Jam records, and they’re only slightly outpaced by Nirvana (depending on how you count live albums and odds’n’sodds collections) and Smashing Pumpkins. They were actually pretty terrific and unpredictable songwriters, their first three albums are all solid listens from beginning to end and full of weirdness, they had Jawbox open for them when I saw them at Jones Beach way back when. In other words I like them more than many of the much “cooler,” more credible grunge bands–to my credit this was one time when I never pretended otherwise; I always liked them and was pretty unabashed about it–so it’s nice to see a full-scale, early-Weezer-esque reevaluation of the band going on. (Via Matthew Perpetua.)

* Here’s a pleasant little story about a woman who found a skeleton in her late mother’s closet–literally. Well, more of a decomposing corpse of the mother’s missing housemate, wrapped in plastic, but that doesn’t have that same ring to it.

* The indispensable Aeron at Monster Brains reports that there are Mat Brinkman prints for sale at PictureBox Inc.’s website (which is down at the moment, but maybe you can get there).

* Finally, via my pal David “The Face of Evil” Paggi: Can you beat this gallery of posters for ’60s and ’70s porno flicks? I submit to you that the answer is no, you cannot.

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