The Gang is back on vacation in scenic Eerie, Indiana, and they are watching "Marshall's Theory of Believability". Highlights include Mr. Teller sucks, space things, and do Marshall's parents love him?

It's Meteor Watch Day today, so get your blankets and your binoculars and camp out in the back yard to spy on the Space Thing and that one really inappropriately grabby Bigfoot... sorry, Claude.

Do you remember this episode of #EerieIndiana? [6.7557@884s] #TVOutOfContext #NBC pic.twitter.com/yMqbuKkrGQ
- No Context TV (@UKNoContextTV) June 30, 2019

There’s a delightful in-joke in this episode. A con artist calling himself Professor Zircon brings his traveling Museum of the Parabelievable to Eerie and boasts that among his other accomplishments, he has regularly appeared on The Tonight Show. It’s true that Johnny Carson did have a number of… well, let’s just call them flim-flam men on his ( Read more... )

Como si no era suficiente los temblores diarios en Valencia ahora caen meteoritos. Desde que este tipo la convirtió en transilvania todo es muy eerie Indiana
- Tuentifaiv (@Luis_A_Parraga) February 10, 2019

fascinating pic.twitter.com/c4qVa9LO3t
- PubicZirconium 🌈💎🚩💎🌈 (@PubicZirconium) July 27, 2018

Also, "Pubic Zirconium" is totally Nigel Zircon's online handle.

Here we have an episode that pits the believable (science) against the unbelievable (paranormal phenomenon), and the battle is waged between Edgar, Marshall's scientific father, and Professor Nigel Zirchon, a man who arrives in Eerie with his "Traveling Museum of the Parabelievable". Zirchon, you see, is not an actual professor, nor does he have ( Read more... )

It's Meteor Watch Day today, so get your blankets and your binoculars and camp out in the back yard to spy on the Space Thing and that one really inappropriately grabby Bigfoot... sorry, Claude.

It's Meteor Watch Day today, so get your blankets and your binoculars and camp out in the back yard to spy on the Space Thing and that one really inappropriately grabby Bigfoot... sorry, Claude.

The night sky was alive with stars, and the silvery whisper of their voices blazed bright comet trails across the velvet black firmament. An oblate spheroid (kind of round and squishy) hurtled by, the strange glyphs around it's midsection pulsing with rainbow-coloured lights. A long queue of flying saucers inched slowly towards the great office ( Read more... )