Spooky week at EDANDHEIDI continues with something really exciting. You get a little perspective on my upbringing. It seems that the World Championship Pumpkin Chunkin contest is getting national attention again. What is it, you ask? Only the biggest celebration of white trash the country has to offer. It’s amazing. It’s mystifying. It smells like stale Budweiser. Pumpkin Chunkin is one of the few “claims to fame” that my hometown can boast of.

The day after Halloween thousands of drunk white people converge on a small airfield in rural Delaware to show off their pumpkin hurling prowess. The contraptions they use range from huge mechanical armatures designed by MIT, to powerful cannons that can spew the orange orbs a mile, to a bunch of inebriated hicks tossing pumpkins out of a school bus (my personal fav). In case you haven’t figured out by now I come from a slightly rural area. It was an acceptable excuse to be late for school because your cows go out.

Back around ‘93 I worked for a booth there selling cider and stuff. It was a touching tribute to toothless America- it could have passed for “Mulletfest.” It looked like some sort of RV autoshow- with literally miles of mobile homes parked for some sort of Hee Haw Woodstock. As I walked the grounds, I encountered families who had made this airstrip their home for the weekend. 12 thousand strong, they had come from around the whole nation; this was their Mecca, and they were honkytonk pilgrims. Kids tossed empty Coors party balls like beach balls, while their parents relived their glory days touring with the Oakridge Boys. I actually received more beer than cash as payment for the cider.

Anyway, it was an incredible experience. And I wouldn’t trade my heritage for anything. Hooray for you Lewes, Delaware, for you have created a national tradition. And Hooray for you Milwaukee’s Best, for you probably inspired it.

• Official Pumpkin Chunkin Website. This will give you enormous insight on my past.

• Click here if you want more perspective on the contest.

Since I didn’t post yesterday, here’s a bit of SPOOKY NEWS. THis is “spooky week” and all. Seems there was a little car crash in Germany- a body got flown across the road, but no one was killed. Cause it was dead already. Heh. It looks like a great potential movie scene.

Video Game: Evil Dead- Fist Full of Boomstick
Genres: Action, Comedy, Bruce Campbell Fix,
Rating: 4.3 Snappy quips out of 5

Since Friday is Halloween, this is “spooky week” at EDANDHEIDI.com. To kick it off I have a review for the most anticipated game for PS2- at least for me. Evil Dead fans will note that this is the second ED game, the first being Evil Dead: Hail to the King for PS1. I’m not counting the C64 computer game, or the Doom and Warcraft add-ons. The problems sited with the first game (poor control, slow progression) have been taken care of, and whats left is one killer game.

Fans of the ED franchise should be satisfied with this game. It has decent gameplay, great graphics, a cool storyline and of course- the reason you buy it- Bruce Campbell. He does the voice of Ash- the chainsaw-for-a-hand main character who has been to “hell and back and then back and then back again.”

The game runs on the same engine as HALO, so it works like any other resident Evil type slaeh’em-up game. Only thing is- you’re Ash. How cool is that? You’ve even got a button for one-liners. You get to run around, talking like Ash and hack up deadites like a giant Bruce Campbell Cuisinart- you can do’em one limb at a time or just cut’em right in half. It doesn’t get much better. Since they won’t be coming out with any new ED movies, this is a great alternative. Plus it’s only about twenty bucks. I highly reccomend it.

• Official Site for the game

• Deadites Online. Get the latest info on the franchise.
• OMG someone made Evil Dead the Musical

This just in: Scientists have found something slightly easier to watch than Old Navy commercials. I imagine you could use these to wipe your memory of their effects.

Check it out here.

By any means possible. I’m serious as Ebola, here, folks. There’s a crisis that cannot be avoided- one that is threatening to destroy the very fabric of this great nation. What, you ask, poses this great threat?

Those stupid Old Navy Commercials. AARRRHRGGGG- DANGIT it makes me crazy just thinking about those things. They’re a blight on popular culture- a weeping sore infecting primetime television. And no one’s safe, either. I can avoid Friends, Hollywood Squares and JAG, but these things come out of nowhere like a pimp slap of tacky.

That new Fran Dresher one is disgusting. When I have kids they’re watching PBS or something before I ever let them get exposed to crap like this. The Morgan Fairchild Hew Haw ones actually caused vomiting and seizures for kids in Kentucky from what I hear.

I just wonder what kind of sad shape does your career have to be in before you sell your soul and dignity to these guys? Especially for the “men” on these things- It’s gotta be like having the tape of your “urinary incontinence mishap” win on America’s Funniest Home Videos. These commercials are the only thing that makes the Queer Eye guys go, “OMG That’s SO gay.”

Any way, I’m no fan of these things and I found a couple people who agree here and here. If you also feel strongly about ensuring the survival of our species, you can go here and beg them to be pulled from the air.