Last year, I was going to go to the Rock and Shock Horror Convention, but circumstances prevented me. Luckily, my friend was able to grab the following for me:
So all was not lost.
But I still want to go. I need to go. A horror convention is like the Mecca for horror fans. You realize you’re not the only freak in the world who likes red corn syrup and Tom Savini. You’re surrounded by the fans of the genre and the people who make that genre go: Actors, directors, make-up artists and writers.
It’s a chance to revel in something that I have to hide, for the most part. At Rock and Shock, it’ll be different. For starters, there’ll be bigger, crazier fans than I am there, so I’ll be almost normal. I am NOT going in costume and I am not go to shriek like a nine-year-old girl when I see Doug Bradley and Danny Trejo IN THE SAME ROOM! EEEEE!
I lied about the second thing.
The point is, I plan to write at least four blog entries while I’m there and I’m so excited, you just can’t imagine.