No footprints, no blood, no sign of a struggle. That might sound like the clever post-cleanup from one of Matt's or Jason's dates gone wrong, but it also describes the ghastly remains of a super-spider's lunch! What to do? Well, pay close attention as your handsome hosts weave a web of commentary around you, protecting you from the strange side effects of 1955's Tarantula! As the anti-toxin flows through your veins, enjoy the trip of movie background, lusting the grown up Shirley Temple, the joy of being cultural shut-ins, quack science, women in a man's film world, lots of movies your hosts like, drunken Nietzscheans, Jason's fear of spiders, and other creepy crawlers. After the napalm drops, retreat to your own peaceful desert as M&J discuss recent films viewed. And, remember: Science or no science, a girl's got to get her hair done. -- www.terrortransmission.com -- www.purgingtalon.com
