Horrorfind!

So the HORRORFIND convention is this weekend.

I'm gonna go up Friday and try to get there by opening at 5:00pm and hope--pray, even-- that I will be able to meet George A. Romero then. If I don't, I'll have to find a cheap motel somewhere in the area and then get an early start Saturday, then leave by 1:00 so I can get back to Silver Spring for rehearsal.

I am gonna bite the bullet and ask for his blessing for BUB AND JOHNNY GO. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna emphasize that it's totally not for profit (a wealthy self-publishing comic book creator... HA! *Actors* make better money and have better job security, seriously), that it is completely a labor of love, and a love letter to his character, but also totally outside of his stories. I'm also clearly gonna need to work on a better "pitch," for lack of a better word.

Also, I can show Howard Sherman, "Bub" himself! Too bad I'll have this crappy goatee, otherwise I could totally get more Bub and Johnny photos!

I've got to do this. If only to throw it back in the face of the (very few) naysayers who think it's little more than fanfiction and a stupid idea to show it to him and "don't get your hopes up," blah blah blah. For its little faults, this project means a lot to me. It's one of the few truly happy places I have.

Anybody live in the area of Hunt Valley, MD? It's a long shot. Guh, hopefully I'll be able to find a nearby motel or someplace.

Not As Cool As A Pet Zombie, But Close

So I think we now have a pet raccoon.

Well, the thing is, we got a new dog (because every year or so Mom has to fill that childless hole with some new animal), and as such we've been keeping the cats outside for now. We leave a small dish of food out there, not too filled so as to hopefully not attract ants (HATE. ANTS!). But what we *have* attracted as well is a young raccoon. It comes around 1-2 in the morning, eats the food, and leaves. I'm watching it right now. With the glass door between us, it's only five feet away from me. And two feet above it is Selina, my black cat, sitting on the chair and watching.

There's a strange kind of stalemate going on here, it's rather fascinating. It knows it's safe as long as the glass door is between us, so I can watch this rather lovely animal up close as it eats. Did you know raccoons eat with their hands? It's so cute! It scoops the food into its hands and eats it!

I wonder if a fight will break out between Selina and the raccoon, whom I shall henceforth refer to as "Hamburglar"? I suppose since my orange cat Georgio has his evil doppelganger, it's only fair that Selina should have Hamburglar to be her own arch-nemesis.