You Ain't Nothing But a HorrorHound Dog, but that's a lot to be

Sorry if the action has been a tad slow here at the Doll’s House, but it apparently takes me about a full week to truly recover from the land of great supermarkets and people, aka Cincinnati HorrorHound Weekend 2010! 

Oh yeah. I was there with friends or as I like to call them, Kickass Internet SuperStars (aka the new KISS, sans pesky cake makeup)

I mean, look at that gang of sexy powerhouses! Among the talent inside that hotel lounge (which we totally trashed/left a few beer bottles in like the rock stars we are) are naughty Night of the Living Podcasters Amy, Freddy, & Andy; Movie Meltdown(ing) Marlena; my movie swap blogging cohort T.L. Bugg and his lovely wife; Family Movie Night's Doctor J; the gentlemanly Will & Sam U. Rai of The Gentlemen's Guide to Midnight Cinema; camp director extraordinaire/Internet Fairy Godfather Randy; new pals Ken & Justin; Paracinema-niacs Christine & Dylan; Canadian superhero Vishnu; and the man the myth the baby-eating legend, Mattsuzaka.

And speaking of this particular cool cat, remember to follow my top sidebar link to vote EVERY DAY for him and his kidney donating superlady to win a dream wedding. It's easy. It's breezy. It's karmatically rewarding and your duty as a human being.

I don't quite know where to start (or did I already do that?) in recapping such a fabulous trip, so let's let the pictures tell the story...

There was cheese shaped like monkeys and parrots...

Dean Cameron's eyebrows

Unidentifiable animals dressed like Elvis

A camera-ready Jason and a Glee foam hand

A mushy faced killer klown and a mushier faced me

Both of whom were seen shopping at the Classy Flea Market

(like all the cool kids)

and of course, the greatest band since The Beatles

Also, some of us got haunted

Even in the PAST!

Elsewhere in Ohio, I learned that waitresses are fabulous, separate checks are miraculously standard, Meg Foster is really tan, Linda Blair is still really tiny, tasers are ineffective but also annoying when they amass crowds in crowded rooms, and doorways are smeared with a magical concoction that wards off evil, just like in Demon Knight. As a downside, the doorways in Ohio are incredibly stinky. 

Billy Zane, on the other hand, remains superior.

Thanks goes to all the lovely people mentioned above, plus the lovely Ashlee of www.buriedinabookcrypt.blogspot.com for being my roomie and surviving both my sleep ramblings and snores.

For those who care about the actual convention-ing, let me recommend HorrorHound's show. It was incredibly well-run, with a nice selection and placement of guests and film screenings. I was lucky enough to spend a little time at Cincy's own Night of the Living Podcast booth (complete with the secret Mystery Date door) where I got to record a few minutes of rambling with the lovely Amy. Download their extravaganzarific special episode for our chitchat on everything from The Brady Bunch to bucket lists and an additional 3 more hours(!!!) of interviews with other roaming HorrorHounders.

Next show is in March in Indianapolis, with a supreme guest list already posted (lots o' Killer Klowns, Boondock Saints who are nowhere near worthy of sharing a room with Killer Klowns, and some weird looking Italian dude who looks like the incestuous son in Burial Ground). 

You know the one.

In closing, thank you to all the HorrorHounders for making this weekend one of the biggest blasts (in a good way) I've ever had. Those who weren't there were missed. Those who weren't there are ordered to be so next fall. Until then, hearts, hugs, kisses, and slaps in the face if you don't go here to vote for Matt & Liz.