A schediastic hootenanny

Today’s Ludic Log: your sky-god Q&A.

DOUBLE WHORIN': I have a very short story called "The Frozen Iceball Theory" in the latest issue of Hobart Pulp (the baseball issue) alongside a passel of talented folks, including Lee Klein, Christopher Monks and the lovely and talented Ms. Elizabeth Ellen.

Dear that movie the name of which I can't remember about the high school kid who dates a porn star,

Thanks a lot for using that shitty fucking song by the Darkness in your commercials, so that it gets wedged in my head and stays there all night. I hate you forever.

Hatefully,
Leonard

P.S. Have you considered the fact that your entire movie is predicated on the idea of statutory rape? I guess it's cute when it happens to a boy.

It's a new month, and that means new icons. "Creatures from Beyond the Stars" won the reader poll, but after futzing around with a number of possibilities to meet that choice, I went in a slightly different direction: it's ALL-MARTIAN APRIL!

All the icons are various pop-culture interpretations of denizens of the red planet. The default icon is one of the Martians from Tim Burton's underrated "Mars Attacks", who still have the best sound effects of any movie aliens ever. Click on comments, as usual, for the rest.