The TOP 8 Deadly Horror Websites and Blogs on the Internet...

...includes me?

Wow.

I'm blushing, but the Zombie cocktail I just had left my face flushed and you can't tell.

COMING SOON!!

Coming to the Vandergrift, PA Riverside Drive-In is the third annual

----------------------DRIVE-IN SUPER MONSTER-RAMA!!!!!!

Voodoo Queen Jane and I will be there! Here's a link to the official website:

http://www.dvddrive-in.co...insupermonsterrama09.htm

Here's the radio ad:

Something I forgot

I meant to post this Associated Press photo taken after Sen. Ted Kennedy, "the Lion of the Senate," passed away. The photographer who took it might have thought there was unintentional political commentary in the accidental juxtaposition of images, but that's not why I post it.

As with the recently deceased Walter Cronkite, Ted Kennedy had always been around during my life. I grew up with both men playing a part of the national cultural consciousness, and when each died, something in my life passed on with them. Both were men that everyone knew was concerned with what was best for the country.

Given my interest in both politics and horror, the picture above just made me smile on a day when I didn't feel like it.

ThanksgivoWHAT?

Just saw Thanksgiving and Christmas items in a Walgreen's today! Eccch!

The talented editorial cartoonist Mike Thompson of the Detroit Free Press has predicted the future of this trend in this trenchant cartoon:

(Sigh.)

Mike Thompson's website.

Thanks to friend Craig Wichman for reminding me of this classic cartoon.

Frankensteins on parade!

The other day I got the movie Frankenstein Conquers the World in the mail, and had also just bought a copy of Mary Shelley's novel that had a critical essay that I didn't already own. My wife Jane smiled, shook her head and sighed, "You and your Frankenstein fetish."

Yes, I have a Frankenstein fetish (strictly in the platonic sense of the word, of course; I swear me and the big green guy are only friends.)

I mention all this as an excuse to share pictures of the Frankenstein Monster I saw on the 'net recently.

First, a B & W version of a color Franky foto found at Frankensteinia, (one of the best blogs in whole weird wide blogosphere); currently, proprietor Pierre Fournier is running a tribute to the late Mike Thomas. Mike, who was an actor, professional makeup artist and classic monster movie fan, died on August 24; his passing is being mourned by the many fans he entertained annually at horror film conventions.

The picture above comes from the 2000 film Mistress Frankenstein.

Below is one example of the Frankenstein Monster art to be found at A Patchwork of Flesh, a blog gallery of Frankenstein portraits by various contributors, all done on 2.5" by 3.5" cards. I've spent a LOT of time looking at the pictures there!

Title: Bring Me The Head Of Peter Cushing Artist: El Indio (colored pencil and ink)


The next two pics come from the recent dvd release of the 1960s UK series, Mystery and Imagination. That's Ian Holm of LOTR as the Monster; he also plays Victor Frankenstein in the episode.



Finally, I saved the funniest for last. Cartoonist Dave Lowe's blog Para Abnormal is another of all my all-time favorites; here is his monstrous parody of Gilbert Stuart's famous painting of George Washington. I love it. (Note the picture of Mary Shelley on the table.)

The Stuart painting isn't the only classic painting to receive the Para Abnormal treatment. You MUST check out his version of Wyeth's Christina's World.

Lowe's blog features a slew (pun intended) of horror-related funny one-panel cartoons, are drawn in his smooth comic style. Check it out!

Ray Bradbury's Birthday

One of my favorite authors, Ray Bradbury, a master of the literature of the dark and the fantastic, turned 89 just over a week ago. I missed noting it here, sadly, but was overjoyed to see he enjoyed a fine party on his birthday. You can see a Facebook photo gallery of pictures taken at that party, courtesy of his friend Terry Pace, here. (You will have to log into Facebook to see it, however.)

Other than his own novels, stories, and plays, I can think of no better tribute to Bradbury than a celebratory essay written by my friend (and horror host) Joseph Fotinos, a/k/a Prof. Griffin. Here is his tribute to the author, written on the occasion of Ray's 87th birthday. It is full of references to Bradbury's novels and stories. Bradbury himself praised the piece, and described it as "full of wonderful, imaginative images."

An interesting fact about Bradbury: he is descended from Mary Perkins Bradbury, a woman convicted of being a witch at the Salem Witch Trials, but who escaped hanging.

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THE AUTUMN PEOPLE CELEBRATE…
by Professor Anton Griffin
(A Birthday Tribute to Ray Bradbury)

It's Long After Midnight and the light in his Jack O' Lantern IS
STILL burning bright.

It's burned for quite a while, 87 years in fact! Cats sense it,
even though we may have missed it. His feline followers tiptoed
with lighter feet as the day approached. They yowl gleefully into
the night, while at the same time many miles away, a massive beast
from about 20,000 fathoms roars as the brightness in a lighthouse
keeps him company. The Beast weeps with joy.

Who could ever imagine a world without him? Who would want to? The
planet Mars shines even more brightly in the night sky because of
him and the smell of burning leaves seems to follow him somewhat.
Why even the Dandelion Wine tastes better when he's around.

Paper burns at 451, and the memories stay. Do you remember? Do you
remember the first time you read a sentence he wrote? The first
time you were carried away by his prose? I do. It was the revenge tale from The Martian Chronicles, Usher II.

Revenge for the ones responsible for the book burning of Fahrenheit 451, revenge against the ones who say what you can read and what you can't. Gothic macabre tales of mystery and the imagination, reaching up from the ashes like a Phoenix and punishing those who burned without reading…who destroyed without bothering to even see what it was they were destroying.

Stendahl was my hero, for he avenged Poe. Vincent Price was the natural one to play that role in my youthful imaginative eye. More's the pity he never did.

The Halloween Tree was next in my exposure to the world of the October King…I journeyed with Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud every year after that first encounter…every year. And every year, I still do.

My Jack O' Lanterns in my own homemade Halloween Tree will burn for him again this year. The wind that whips the trees in the weeks before year's end will have the chilling, thrilling sting that only his narrative can give it. There's something about the man.

Something magic.

Time passes and the moon rises and sets. Mechanical coffins work evilly long into the night.

He lives in the October country and as a youth, he gleefully pranked and grinned with his two partners in crime, Forry and Ray. They ran the streets of boyhood like cats, and dove and leaped, and rolled and shrieked, til their tennis shoes rotted off their feet.

He never drives anywhere, by the way. The master of science fiction, the dreamer of other worlds, never learned to drive a car. He refuses to even try, owing to a horrible car accident he witnessed as a boy.

What really strikes me is the candy corn soul that he instills in all his work. No matter what the tale is about, you can taste the wax lips, feel and smell the cold breath tinged with sweetness, and see the glowing grins. You can smell licorice and cotton candy in everything he writes. You know that the twinkle in his eye is the twinkle of a fire inside a pumpkin…a glimmer of orange warm light in the dark dark night.

I Sing the Body Electric!!

Can you hear now? Another burst of celebration and memory from the Dark Carnival…Calliope music is starting. Cougar and Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show is springing to life, unfurling and setting itself up in the moonlight. Cotton candy is being sold while a twisted dwarf gazes with love and longing at his new self in a distorted funhouse mirror. A woman heavy with child glides by, with a worried expression; what is this thing inside her? There are crowds of people gathering, strangers of course, who seem to appear at the scene of every accident…. every death…the same people, all the time…

On the platform to our right, people gather to stare at the skin of a massive bald man. Posing and parading to the gawks and applause of the Autumn people, The Illustrated Man shows us moving figures on his very skin that tell even more tales…

We journey to the basement of a residential home, on Halloween night (naturally); a macabre game is being played in the dark…"this is the witch's heart"…. just make sure some idiot doesn't turn on the light!

Drew Erickson just inherited a farm from a total stranger!!! Now, if he could only let go of that Scythe…

Good men and women, talking excitedly, all gathered around to see the thing in The Jar…to try and determine what exactly it is…it looks vaguely familiar...

High above it all, Uncle Einar soars freely, his great bat-like wings filled with glorious air from the end of the year. He pauses to wave at a massive Pterodactyl kite, festooned with images of wild carnival animals, and trailing a tail made of Halloween boys…

The moon rises and falls..

"The Smile of the Witch
The smile of the Cat
The smile of the Beast
The smile of the Bat
The smile of the Reaper taking his fee,
All cut and glimmer on the Halloween Tree."

The lights at the carnival are shutting out now, and the cotton candy is gone…

My heart and my soul have been made greater through his presence on the earth. I weep with joy each time I fall under his spell. God blessed us all when he gave Ray Bradbury his gift. Let's
continue to treasure his work, and honor him for what he gives to us all so freely.

The music finally grinds to a halt and the Merry-Go-Round has skidded to a halt. The Dark Carnival is over. Only a lone wanderer remains, dressed in black, with rolls of attraction posters for the next show under his arm. He wanders now from pole to pole, corner to corner, pasting up his posters. As he does so, he whistles a familiar tune...

"Now peal the bells more loud and deep,
God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to man!"

..the whistling fades as he wanders off into the night.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY…
Ray Bradbury.
Born August 22, 1920.
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"God, here and there, makes madness a calling." -- Ray Bradbury