The Truth About Zombies
My name is Erin and I am not a zombie, though my boyfriend, the gangster, Ryu, and the ghoul, Clément, tried to make one of me. They nearly succeeded, too, but Clément blew it—as he usually does—and although I no longer speak, appear to be totally apathetic, and exhibit other zombie-like behaviors, I was not really “made” in the traditional sense. I still have my will. If you read the official accounts, you’ll find that Erin Orison, the talented and rebellious only daughter of American ambassador,...When Clowns Go Bad
We know burgers are popular. That little company founded by Richard and Maurice (Mac) McDonald back in the ’50s, for example, has served up over 100 billion of them. One hundred billion! I thought it was more. But sometimes when you think you’re looking for the beef (yeah, I...
Remember Psycho?
Probably one of the scariest scenes in cinema is that shower scene in Psycho, the 1960 horror/thriller film directed by Alfred Hitchcock. You know, the one when Norman Bates attacks that poor girl in the shower. Check out the grim echoes in shower of terror: foamy the squirrel. Anthony...
Zombie Chicks
Poor Chad. He got eaten by the object of his desire. At least that is how Mike Hampton tells it in the first edition of Zombie Chicks. Not for squeamish lads, this, but truly … colorful. It all goes to show you that, zombie or not, if you lock a gal up in a room and you don’t...
Ghost Girl Rising
I’ve been underground … gaaaad … and that makes me think about WonderCon again and Little Lost Ghost. I met her along with Alan and Brad at WonderCon 2010 in San Francisco last weekend. Her diary introduces her. She is Miss Fit, a character searching the galaxy for her...
WonderCon 2010: Zombima...
A kind of Zombimania had taken hold at WonderCon 2010. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but the place was totally packed with shuffling hordes of true zombies crashing after their umpteenth cup of caffeine. According to the WonderCon staff I talked to—in the hospitality...
4. Pachinko Palace (4)
Ryu looked up from his conversation. “Miura,” he muttered under his breath. Miura fought his way toward our table. It was clear he was terribly drunk. He swayed over the table and glared down at the proprietor, then shook his head and gave a dismissive snort. The club owner rose quickly,...
Afterlife Guaranteed
The surrealist poets were really onto something. Especially Nanos Valaoritis who was born back in 1921 in my mother’s town, Lausanne. He lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for a while and that is where I became acquainted with him. He’s one of Greece’s most...