Zombie Love

I just checked out Mail Order Zombie's review of Zombie Hunters: City of the Dead. And they like it!!! Huzzah!! Brother D and Bren also gave me the nicest shout-out. They are SO cool. And they dug the show. I swear that they could both fit in with the crazy group we're all in over here. Sometimes, the Internet really does bring people together in the coolest ways. So go and download the episode!

I have to harass Patrick about t-shirts before the weekend is out, because if we're hitting Chiller in May, we need shirts. And then I'll get the CafePress store up.

Okay, I'm rambling. Time to get back to work. But maybe, first, some more coffee...

Zombie Hunters Premiered Last Night!!

Zombie Hunters premiered last night - did you catch it? If not, fear not - QPTV (Channel 35, 85 if you've got RCN) will run it again on Monday night, 11:30 p.m. DVR it, stay up late and watch it, set your VCR if you still have one that works - catch the show. It's cool, it's fun, and it's got our friends in it. And zombies! What's not to love?

And if by chance you don't live in Queens and want to check it out, let me know - I've got DVDs aplenty. Or, if you're the impatient type, head on over to YouTube and search for ZombieBoy66's videos - Patrick's got some clips uploaded to satisfy your undead lust.

Support home-grown horror! Support your friends!

Closet Monsters Reading

I've blogged about my friend Dan's book, Closet Monsters, before. Last night, I was lucky enough to go to his reading down at the Rapture Cafe on Avenue A and had a blast. The Cafe is a coffee bar and indie bookstore that has to be one of the most relaxed environments I've ever been in. Dan and another author, Tom Cardamone, who read from his book, Werewolves of Central Park.

I haven't been to a good LGBT event since I left ISO, so this was just such a great night out for me. I got to see some old friends, meet some new ones, and support one of my close friends as he embarks on authorhood. Dan's been published before, but Closet Monsters is his first work of fiction that's all his. There are five short stories and a novella that anchors the book. Dan read from the novella, Zombied Out and rocked it; and in true Dan self-deprecating fashion, proceeded to talk about how he looked like the perv since Tom decided to read a less-scintillating entry from Werewolves - no worries Dan, I don't think anyone had a problem with that. ;-)

Dan, giving some background on the story before launching into his reading

It was just a nice, relaxing night out. I was surrounded by books, good coffee, and friends. What more can anyone ask for, especially since my nights out don't come 'round that often? I even got to play photojournalist for the evening, taking pictures along with Danny, Dan's boyfriend (and muse - tongue planted in cheek).

Shot of the Rapture toward the back - I just thought all the black and white ads and art looked so cool, contrasted with the very reading parlor-feel of the front of the cafe.

Counter shot - don't you want to buy a copy?

Of course, the adventure begins when I head home. I was proud of myself for successfully navigating a new train line for me - the L train - and got to Union Square, where I transferred to an N to 34th Street, figuring just in case the R isn't running (you know it happens all the time), I stand a chance of getting home. I walk over to catch the F train when I notice a rat is running up the stairway directly across from me, like a little commuter. Ah, New York. Get down to the F line only to see the Queensbound side is roped off, with no explanation. Even the lights on the Queensbound side are dim. Argh. I run back to the local side, asking some random guy on the way if he knows whether or not the R is running. He answers that it is, so I decide to take his answer on faith rather than go upstairs and hail a cab. Thankfully, an R is pulling in as I run back down the staircase. Whew. At least I don't have to transfer at Roosevelt now. I get some more knitting done, and am back home a little after midnight.

I remember when my evenings began slightly earlier than when I arrived home last night. All I could do was murmur to Mike about what a great time I had, thank him for being cool about letting the kids terrorize him all night, and pass out.

Okay, Dan - when's the next reading?