Bryan M.R. > Recent Status Updates

Though I'm skeptical that it happened (as with much that appears in this silly book), the thought of Doris Day laughing in Manson's face and saying, "You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to produce a f---ing record for you," makes me a happy panda.

It's fascinating that in a book featuring a cult of apocalyptic murder hippies, Irving Kanarek, Attorney at Law, presents as the biggest loon of all. I say this approvingly; dude was hilarious!

Trying to decide if "The Manacled Castrati" would make a cool band name. I'm favoring "no."

What the hell is a "macrobiotic church?" Pffft, hippies.

This is quite promising so far ...

The Beatles as heralds of the apocalypse? Hey, I've heard crazier scenarios ...

Think I'd be more shocked if some monochromatic neo-pagan witch who's apparently involved in ecologically catastrophic smuggling and magically murderous shenaniganry WOULDN'T stoop to sacrificing a few innocent critters, but perhaps that's my own biases speaking.

Really, LAPD detectives? Upstaged by reporters who searched a whole five minutes? Ouch.

While the mystery in fun, I'm actually more intrigued by the economics and chemistry of vampire sunscreen and gastrointestinal action.

When ol' Charlie was officially booked as, "MANSON, CHARLES M., aka JESUS CHRIST, GOD," my guffawing had the dog suspecting I'd finally cracked.

Clan of degenerate hippies embarks on frenzied blood rampage in effort to inaugurate an ill-conceived apocalyptic initiative. Age of Aquarius, indeed.