…and crashing hard, too. This Monday’s a rough one, coming quick on the heels of the massive geek bender that is the New York Comic Con. How can I be expected to keep my mind on these videotapes that need dubbing when it was only hours ago I was hanging out with Batman and Mr. T and Dark Phoenix and an officer from “V” and however many dozens of Stormtroopers? And by “hanging out with”, I do mean taking staged photographs with a disposable instamatic, and by “Batman et al.”, I do mean highly motivated folks in elaborate homemade costumes. I envy them and live vicariously through them: the Pure Nerds.
It was like a medieval market bazaar mixed with Halloween for adults. I was like a raccoon in a trash can over at the dollar bins and came away with pounds upon pounds of old yellowed issues of The ‘Nam and Moon Knight and Vault of Horror and all sorts of shit….oh man, do I love the way old comic books smell.
Ivan Brandon– the editor of the sci-fi anthology 24Seven (vol. 2), which was recently nominated for an (*ahem*) EISNER AWARD!!!– gave me a robot gorilla t-shirt so that was pretty cool, if I do say so. Two of the stories in that particular collection were indeed written by Macon from Murder Party (hey, that’s me!) which is probably why I rated such a radical gift.
Rick Spears, who directed some of the Lab’s earliest efforts back in the day (what do you mean you’ve never heard of Hot Trash or Hot Trash 2?) and is now a big indie comic name residing in Richmond, Va., crashed at my place for the weekend. Rather, he crashed there after he passed out on the Q train and looped twice in and out of Brooklyn and only crawled his raggedy ass inside as the sun was coming up….but it was great to see my old pal again. Check out his company, Gigantic Graphic Novels: he’s doing exciting work over there, the least of which is probably the noir/horror/comedy Hellcity, penned by yours truly.
http://www.giganticgraphicnovels.com/
Now, of all the costumed characters I saw strolling the floor, there was not a single Brown Knight amongst them. (And I was not the slightest bit surprised: Murder Party has a long ways to go before its hero is as recognized and beloved as, say, any single one of the Drednoks.) But wait– what’s this over here at the 2008 Horror Hound Weekend? Why that’s our new best friend Ed, from Lafayette, Indiana, dressed as poor ol’ Christopher S. Hawley and he even went so far as to carry around a load of pumpkin bread…brilliant! (I hope he used organic raisins.)
Thank you, Ed! You’re a true master and you’ve swollen our heads another notch. And speaking of swollen heads, check out this review from Rock Immortals…high praise indeed!
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=231135696&blogID=381599942
Rock Immortals, as always, you are too kind! (And I think ”cherubic” is code for “needs to eat less bread”.)
Well shit…I guess these tapes aren’t gonna dub themselves. (grumble) Back to work now. I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend as much as I did…and I hope you all have a great week coming up…
Take it easy!