Reader Pierre Fournier wants some "quality squat" posted. Well, would a few pictures of some of the crap I'm going to have to move count? Here's an infinitesimal portion of the contents:

Frankenstein crap:

A bookcase of Frankenstein memorabilia

Christmas crap:

A 1960s cheap Xmas stocking with two monster clip-toys added on


Quality Monster Non-Crap made by friends:

Monster Placemats



More to show in future posts.

I'm sorry!

Haven't posted squat in a week, and won't be able to post much for the next few days. Trying to get Casa Cabeza fixed up before we move in, and am also planning with the Voodoo Queen how much of our much-too-large collection o' creepy crap to move in, and how best to display it all.

We want to go for a Sixties-modern-home-crossed-with-a-carnival-haunted-house feel.

Doesn't every new home owner?

I think mine is!

How to tell if your boss is a zombie.

The Blue Fairy would retch...

In my last post about this year's Zombie Fest was a photo with my completely bare face hanging out. This was too much for reader Gustav of Pig Whistle, W. Virginia, who complained, "Seeing your face more naked than ever before made me more determined to never to look at your blog before breakfast." He added, "Why would you uncover it by shaving?"

The answer is simple, Gustav-- I became a real boy! Well, sort of. For a Halloween event that same weekend I'd strapped on the ol' prosthetic body and went in costume as Pinnochio. I hope you've had breakfast, because here's a picture of me as Geppetto's creation:

And Pinnochio wearing a Van Dyke on his face just wouldn't cut it. But not to worry-- I'm all hairy in the chin and mouth area once more!

Zombie Fest 2008 (Now with more photos!)

Last month, Pittsburgh's annual Zombie Fest was held for the first time at the Monroeville Mall, the site where much of the shooting for the original Dawn of the Dead was done.

Due to problems with a camera, I wasn't able to upload pictures I took at the event until just recently. But here they are, combined with some supplied by generous friend Meg!

The drunken severed head, attached to his prosthetic body, gets a grip-- from Prof. Emcee Square, the suave zombie host and organizer of Zombie Fest!


Fest guest Dr. Kim Paffenroth, author of Dying to Live and Gospel of the Living Dead and fellow LOTT D blogger , talked with me over breakfast-- and never once made an attempt to get at my brain! But I did try to get into his head-- How many people does one get to meet in a lifetime who are both authors of zombie literature AND theologians? He was an interesting, clever conversationalist-- and we were both sober!

Cool music was part of the Fest, as it has been in past years.

The Legendary Hucklebucks got their mojo workin' as they performed some great psychobilly!

And speaking of hard-charging rockers, GENE SIMMONS of freakin' KISS was there enjoying the events!

Here's a drunken zombie! Just what I aspire to be.

A nerd zombie!


The drunken zombie found friends...


MANY of them! (Over 1300! A world record!)


The drunken zombie smells my brain (it is, after all, marinated in fine distilled spirits) and comes after me!

Zombie students! (I had some of them, years ago, when I taught high school!)



Zombie Fest-- always a great event for all ages!

UPDATE: Here's MORE groovy and grisly photos, graciously and generously sent by Angela Rocco of the Zombie Fest staff:

First comes love--


Then comes marriage--


Then comes the baby escaped from it's carriage!


It's important to instill proper brain-eating habits in children--


Lest they become finicky teenagers:



My running mate from last year's presidential campaign:



As Romero might have predicted, the "con" in "zombie con" stands for "consumerism"




Link: Zombie Fest 2007

Do the trucks smell?

A. Duie Pyle
Originally uploaded by tnorm11

I live in Pennsylvania. Having only moved to this region of the country only few years ago, I'd never heard of this shipping company, which was started here in PA.

Having walked though cattle pastures as a kid, I thought the name was pretty funny.