I would have sworn that Kim Newman invented the song from his book of the same title, Anno Dracula: Dracula Cha Cha Cha. (If you haven’t already, go out and pick up the entire Anno Dracula series, now available from Titan Books. It’s freaking amazing.)

But as it turns out, it’s a real song by Bruno Martino that was a minor hit back in the 60s.

The moral of the story: real life is always weirder. Always.

“The Presidents” by Jonathan Coulton

Eric Joyner, What We Ought Not, We Do

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I’m sure I’m late to the party on this, as I am with all music, but I’ve been listening to the Dear Jack EP by Jack’s Mannequin and Hombre Lobo by the Eels, and I’ve yet to hear a song I don’t like. I can’t remember the last time that happened.

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Came home from a long weekend to find two episodes of “Archer” on the TiVo and felt a nearly physical joy. I was a big fan of Frisky Dingo, which was like a “South Park” to the “Venture Bros.’” “Simpsons,” and this didn’t disappoint. Like “Frisky Dingo,” it piles joke after joke into the dialogue, so you have to rewind repeatedly just to make sure you don’t miss a snarky aside. H. Jon Benjamin (veteran of animation for grown-ups since “Dr. Katz”) is the voice of Archer, a super-spy with a drinking problem and mommy issues. But the plot set-up is really just an excuse for layer upon layer of wildly inappropriate behavior from characters drawn like they belong on the package for an action figure from 1963. It won’t ever get as deep as “Venture Bros.” does, but that’s fine. Sometimes there’s nothing wrong with a dead hooker joke. Well, aside from the obvious, I mean.

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Reading:

• The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi
• The Unwritten from Vertigo by Peter Carey
• Hostage to the Devil by Malachi Martin

Breaking my self-imposed blogging ban once again, this time for a better cause than shameless self-promotion.

Rob Whalen (hubby of everyone’s favorite ex-B!tchling and all-around gal Friday Gretta Parkinson) is at the House of Blues tonight with Shotgun Honeymoon. Print the flyer, bring it to the door, and you get half off the cover. They are filming this performance, so the more bodies the better. Doors open at 8:30 p.m.

(No, I won’t be there. I have a newborn, and besides, as I was reminded yesterday, I am an old, old man. You kids have fun.)

Still raining. We could use a sunny song.