I made a doggy friend!
It's been a hot minute since I've attended a true horror convention. Usually, I have to schlep myself to Charlotte to feed on brazen vendors, but this one cropped up in my hometown. It was co-organized by a friend of mine. I'll link you to the information (see below), but of course, it's over now. There will be a second edition next October, however. I have been told that it will be bigger and better. 2021's Tiny Terror Con was already pretty damn rad, if I do say so myself.
This won't be a meticulously in-depth dissertation, but I did want to bluster about the cool swag I copped. It begs the question: is it considered bragging if I spent a stupid amount of money? I'm either broadcasting the fact that I have awesome shit OR I'm a fool who parted with *cough* $100 *cough*. Anyway, I found an episode of Skeleton Warriors (y'know, the old Saturday morning cartoon) on VHS. Mint condition! I picked up issues of Eerie and Vampirella. The latter is quite captivating; I read half of it while waiting for my chicken tenders at lunch. I'm five.
Movie-wise, I procured 1993's The Good Son (I've always wanted to see this flick-a-dee...expect a review later in the year), 1978's Die, Sister, Die!, and 2014's Mostly motherfucking Ghostly. Um, it's the Ghoulfriend installment. Did I say that I was five? I meant four. But folks, my big ticket item is a Creepshow figure. It's the window creep from the iconic prologue! Fucking righteous! Also, I am now the proud owner of a fanny pack that looks like a VHS tape. Dreams. These are the things that dreams are made of. Grammar. That was bad grammar.
All in all, I had a great time blowing my wad at Hickory's first horror convention. THIS is their website. Thanks to Bobby for the heads up! I'm wiped. Man, that birthday cash came in handy. I figure, I might as well profit off of the encroaching sweep of mortality. I'm still winning, sweet Death!
An actual photograph of a skeleton warrior. This is NOT a cartoon. This is real. This is serious.
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