I was thinking this morning, what with vacation season coming close, what places in MSTied movies would make a good vacation spots. I was thinking of two, specifically. The first would be far side of the moon. An astronomy vacation would be much better without all that annoying atmosphere. The second would be a visit with Crenshaw to see the little creature?
What’s yours?
Thanks for asking. I’d like to visit Trollenberg Mountain from “The Crawling Eye.” I’ll keep an eye out for suspicious cloud formations…
What’s your pick?
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Spider Island it’s great this season! Imagine all those feeble, helpless, sex-starved dancers, they are waiting for me, their own personal Gary.
Or maybe going on safari to the Lost Continent, I always wanted to talk like jerk. But I’m also tempted to go to Alberta and fight crime and cults.
Sail to all the strange, exotic lands with Sinbad(He’s not Sinbad!) Then see we never should have left Russia in the first place.
I understand Beaver Falls, Japan, is really nice this time of year.
To borrow from my answer to the “party” question, I’d once again hook up with Jimmy Wilson’s parents’ swinging crowd and just go wherever there was lots of room and lots of liquor! “This wheel’s on fire, rollin’ down the road…..” We might visit all the places already mentioned, but not remember a frame of it. :)
I’d fly to San Francisco International, then drive out to Villa Lodge and drop off the family there. Then, I’d hop a freight train with Big Stupid and tour the US, taking care to avoid the 5:15 from Duluth. Eventually, I’d make my way down to Florida, where I’d spend a week aboard the Seaquarium, doing “research” with Stella (hoping that there would be a spill or two that she’d have to remove her swimsuit to mop up). If the family has survived, I’ll rejoin them and we’ll head home by way of Calgary, dropping in on Rowsdower and Troy to share a 2-4 of Blue and a large box of Timbits.
Next year–Package tour of Gor.
After hitting “Summerfest” I’ll probabally go see Jean Claude Gosh Darn and spend a few days at the halfway home for huge guys.
Seriously, I’d like to go where ever they filmed Jack Frost. That scenery was beautiful…
Lake Mead, from “The Skydivers”. Speedboats, tawdry affairs, and Schlitz.
I forgot to mention that after landing on the thirteenth moon of Jupiter I’d celebrate by smoking ten cartons of Chesterfields before climbing down a rickety ladder on my way to exploring a new world. Then I’d save an alien damsel in distress (which would NOT involve firearms of any kind!), enjoy way too much bad dancing (while drinking copious amounts of locally distilled hooch), make friends with the skinny monster, quell a Revolution (again, without firearms–it would be my Glorious Revolution), and save the old guy before leaving and returning with plenty of significant others (as well as more cartons of Chesterfields) for the other Fire Maidens. Then my vacation would begin proper.
#16: Careful… ;)
And #54 sorta beat me to it, but I’d go to Jimmy Wilson’s house, for the booze progressive dinner. Pick a table!
“I’m gonna go check out the professor’s bag.”
The San Juan PR shopping mall in “Progress Island USA” ’cause I just gotta shop at ‘Groovy Clothes!”
Well, after going to the Incredibly Strange carnival stripshow with the washerwomen and the kids, I’d head out to Jack Frost land just to see the archetecture. Every house looks like an abandoned Sisters Chicken ‘N Biscuits. Then I’d go to the Lost Continent to see the five minutes of dinosaur footage and visit the World of Tomorrow to learn about the latest in telephone technology. After a stop in the swamp to see Doctor Vornoff’s funhouse with the door that changes into a different door when you go inside, I’d be a bit worn out so I’d take a quick rest in the desert and wait for a bunny to approach so I could cuddle it.
If you’re into skiing in gorgeous mountain areas and/or exploring dark, dank, bat filled caves, might I suggest the locations in IT LIVES BY NIGHT, specifically Bishop, California where you can join Dr. Mellow Ski Bum in enjoying the majesty of alpine skiing, and probably a toke or two (*snort*cough*), before heading out to Carlsbad Caverns National Park in sunny New Mexico, where tours of the cave system are given regularly, but stay with the group and avoid the large colonies of bats that live in the caves, getting bit could result in terrible transformative side effects, and you wouldn’t want that, now would you. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Lovely Malta! I’d enjoy looking at all the rocks, the frightening parade, and, of course, that tree. In the evening, I would order a glass of milk at a local nightclub while I watched the aquarium.
Spider Island. ’nuff said.
Spider Island is also my first choice. Second would be the Sunset Strip in the late sixties with a nice tour of the Haunted House club. No backstage antics though…I want to keep my pretty mind.
Spider Island too. Just, you know, no spiders and more hot babes in their underwear.
I’d also take the night train to Mondo Fine. Butt Mountain it’s a huge tourist attraction of that region.
Hands down…
Rock Climbing…LOTS of tedious, repetitive rock climbing. For hours…perhaps days. Till I snap and watch poor Ward Cleaver plummet to his demise, it would be an accident…
Really.
I would vacation at The Most Dangerous Game Dude Ranch, where they warn you not to “be playin’ with coyotes”…
Since I’m in a band, I’d like to go to the recording studio in Pod People so I could make a happenin’ demo on 3-M recording tape.
Then I would go to Las Vegas and play my songs for Arthur Godfrey who would tell me I really have something and invite me to a party but I would gracefully decline. Not because I have to focus on my career, but because… you know… Arthur Godfrey.
Don’t you want to “shine your love” with Mr. Godfrey?
I could use some time off. There has been a lot of encouragement lately for me to leave the Bronx. Indeed, it would be good to think outside the Bronx.
@big61al
I definitely am not bragging about this one either, but I grew up right by the Riverside International Raceway featured in Riding with Death. It’s a shopping center now.
And if we include throw away lines in host segments, I have been to see the fiberglass musky in Hayward, WI. Not on purpose.
I should let everyone know that by the time I get back, I’ll have grown quite a mustache.
I’d go to Jack Taylor’s place for the weekend.
A camping trip to the Incredibly Foggy Woods of Pod People. Watch out for poachers and murderous extraterrestrials!
A beach holiday at Party Beach: come for the endless beach party, stay for the mutant dismemberment! Dont forget to pack a pocket full of sodium.
A Florida vacation including a visit to Ocean Harbor Marine Park of Revenge Of The Creature fame. Go scuba diving in the main fish tank and don’t forget your disturbingly tiny shorts.
I’d just like to spend a quiet weekend up at my cabin. With my deformed lackey and my girlfriend’s still living severed head. :rainbow:
@ck 50,
Don’t forget Nara Island, I hear it’s great for summer fishing and snorkeling. You can catch some Giant-Tongued 4-ft long Crappies, brush up on your Gaelic, and if you ask, the Harbormaster will show his private collection of antiquities from local shipwrecks. Word of caution: when you leave, check your luggage for adorable stowaways. That’s how Ireland gets rid of half its orphans.
After a little sidehacking vacation in California, I think it would be nice to stop in at Flagstaff to see Natalie and Paul and the litter of wurwilfs and maybe do some skeet shooting with Sam the Keeper.
I’s like to go antiquing with Mick and Geri in carnivorous worm-infested Georgia.
An ethical question relating to OatMB doppling. :)
Let’s say while occupying the body of a stallion, baboon,
(even a filthy, disgusting anteater) one interacts with an
opposite sex member and there’s a pregnancy. Should you consider
yourself a parent, adoptive parent, or perhaps a guardian. After all, the
youngster would arguably not exist without your…ah, initiative.
What do you think, sirs?
Oh, and what if you’re in a pig and the progeny eventually become
bacon and you have a nice blt? Aghhhhh!
I’ll choose the ends of the earth with Ator, Thong and that hot Lisa Foster.
This summer, consider visiting beautiful Gleason, Wisconsin. Not only is there plenty of fine pilsners at our local establishments, locals look forward to Gleason days, where children enjoy the carnival games, adults can take in a game of softball, and the whole family can enjoy the medium rare chicken basted in sun-brewed mayonnaise. Gleason: Giant Spider Invasion-free for 37 years.
I’ll take a walk… Right over to Kirk Douglass’ house!
I would go to Dutch’s for some meat loaf…
Metaluna!!!! it’s nice this time of year.
Disco @84: My favorite part of Gleason’s festival is definitely the milling around.
Go to London to see the “Devil Doll” ventriliquist show and see how the skunk cabbage and corpse flowers are growing near the castle on the set of Dark Shadows.
I’d hop a freight train to a little town called Sherman and visit that sweetie in the living room bath tub.
I would have to go for Spider Island, as in The Horrors of… It’s loaded with hot refugee women, a decent amount of supplies, and apparently not uncharted after all. Just watch out for “GAAAAARRRRRYYYYYYY,” er, I mean, large mutant spiders.
For me, it’s a toss-up between going to Summerfest to get some balloons or eating dinner with Judy and Alexander Phipps. then I could learn how to grow mushrooms!
Of course, if it’s Christmas, we can all go to The Haunted House…
Well, I wouldn’t mind going to the moon, but since Richard Branson isn’t yet ready to make his air flights available for nothing, we’ll go with scenic Hainesville. Home of giant ducks, very noticeable oversized ladies, and, if something goes wrong, the cops are too lazy to do anything to stop you. Sure, the music’s lousy, but you got your own hometown genius to help out.
:-)
Oh, and what’s that town where The Skipper is the mayor? It would be cool, but he sure didn’t do much to stop that intergalactic invasion by disembodied hand…
Swing on the outhouse door in my nightie with the crazy grandma in Touch of Satan, then visit the walnuts and where the fish live.
Actually, I believe the Skipper was the (rather inept- jumping to
conclusions about Paul’s guilt) in the town. But say what
you will, the place did seem to be able to attract really
smart Swedish girls as exchange students. :)
I’ll be going hell-bent for leather in flaccid Lake Placid for a festive combination of speed-skating and kickboxing! or maybe I’ll skag it up to Skagway for the Alaskan Schnapps-Tossing Competition! or better yet, the Kattegat for wacky Cat-Snapping! oh hey, maybe the Gulf of Bothnia for the dangerous sport of Pole Frenching!
…ah, or maybe I’ll just stay in the USA and stand around on a frozen lake until my blood begins to flow like Mr. Mistee through my veins…
I’d visit Metaluna, cause I’m really into Yes.
@82 To answer your second question: “Well, the little one ended up with mah features”