A: Just one, but one to which I’ve already committed in a mental and (ahem) spiritual sense: as comprehensive a history I can muster of a certain ’80s comedy franchise based around positron colliders, ectoplasm, and tricked out Cadillac ambulances.
I can’t tell you how long this will take to write or when in Zuul’s name it might come out, but I can tell you I’d like to cover it all (even Ecto-Cooler) and that I won’t rest until the whole thing is twice as good as my last book.
Of course, this idea will be 86’d should Curtis Armstrong hire me to ghostwrite his autobiography, Two Sevens Beats A Frush: My Life As Booger Dawson, so stay tuned.
In the meantime, let’s continue the debate over who should play Slimer’s son in that third movie they keep threatening to make. I’m leaning toward Artie Lange, but a case for Jonah Hill could be made.