On this episode of FROM DUSK TILL CON RADIO, Rich Dalzatto from HorrorRealm stops by to talk about some announcements for their September show. We also talk about the full list of events and dates please visit www.horrorrealmcon.com Then the guys talk about the trend of VHS coming back into popularity and why we hold video stores as the place we became horror fan. Enjoy!
Press Release: This Saturday Night will be the Last Grindhouse Show
To clear the air about all the nonsense that has been going on with Facebook. I have been banned from FB due to the actions of Jim O’Rear and his so called army. I didn’t have a problem with O’Rear until he decided to make fun of cancer survivors of which I happened to be one. I confronted O’Rear on the East Coast Horror Group about this. He said why we are friends and worked together. Another lie in a career made up of lies. O’rear was interviewed in Scars Magazine, which I wrote a few articles for, we never worked together, but when your a pathological liar like Jim, you honestly believe your own lies.
His entire IMDB bio was written by himself, he was thrown off the ECHG for starting problems. That’s when I got involved when he made fun of cancer survivors. It’s not because of his acting, which is a joke, or his writing which is at 3rd grade level, or his producing because anything he produced is an abortion. It is because Jim decided that it was ok to make fun of people who suffered with cancer. That was it, nothing more, nothing less.
But Jim is a complete loser and decided to retaliate by forming Jim’s Army. Jim your a 40 something year old man, did you even graduate high school? Because forming an “Army” of internet trolls is the only way you could combat the sad fact that your a loser. You practically beg people to book you at cons . Your sole phoney credit is being an attack zombie in DOTD, which has been proven over & over to be a lie.So his “army” targeted and I was turned in enough times to be banned from Facebook.
His “Army ” is claiming they drove me off Facebook. They didn’t. I could come back under a fake ID, but for what? Other than about a dozen people, I got no support from the so called “horror community”. All my so called friends & fans didn’t do a damn thing to back me up. I even got threats of violence from an “army ” member on my regular email. I had been contemplating leaving the business for close to a year. This and a few other things made up my mind. It wasn’t O’Rear’s army, it’s my choice to get out of a business that has become sooo adversarial that’s I waste more time defending myself and others than getting anything done. The Horror business is infested with bottom feeding trolls who couldn’t exist without Facebook or the internet. It’s feeds their misanthropic view of the world and makes them feel safe when they go out of their way to attack people without fear of retaliation. I don’t need this shit. No one fired me from Chiller or Monster Mania, I left because it was time to leave. It’s the same with this, it’s time to leave. I’m not welcome any longer and you know what? I don’t need or have never needed the so called horror community to make a living.
And I don’t have an ego that would make me take the shit I have taken to stay around. Saturday night I’ll say goodbye to The Grindhouse for good. It will be taped because I really don’t want to address this anymore. I have been made a ton of promises that have never come to come to pass. Like I said, I never relied on this business for squat, I know better. An editor at Fangoria said it best: “why pay writers when the fans will do it for free?’so that is why the business went to shit because of morons who work for nothing and continue to work for nothing. Got a flash for you guys, you not only fucked real writers, you fucked yourselves too because no one is ever gonna pay you.
I’m going to leave you with this, I have never wished Ill will on anyone, but this is for Jim O’rear ,personally. I was laid up for weeks with IV’s in both arms, oxygen, a catheter, and almost died. Every night I thought I would never see the sun rise. I couldn’t shower for weeks and didn’t have the strength to wipe my ass. And you, Jim O’Rear , think that was funny. Well I can only hope you find it funny when it happens to you. I hope you think it’s hysterical when blood is running out your asshole or your puking your guts out from chemo. Karma is bitch ,Jim, and your over do for payback. But I’ll leave that to the fates. To anyone who supported me, thanks, it’s been a hell of a ride, sometimes smooth, sometimes rough. If I have entertained you, I did my job, if I made you think, I did my job, and if I pissed you off, I did my job. it’s just a shame I have to leave something I really loved. The artist formerly known as 42nd Street Pete
Geekdom has become a double edged sword. Once we lived in fear of the sunlight and “normies”. We fled to the sanctuary of basements, especially on Wednesdays, to gather and discuss our newly procured treasures, roll 20 sided dice and avoid the throngs of folk lined with pitchforks and torches prepared to lay down mob judgement. We banded together, watching each others backs and to a greater extent the cache of comics and Magic: The Gathering card strategically hidden throughout schools, homes and churches. Nuns lay down the law worse than all others.Then came the internet.
We once gathered around water coolers slurping down cans of Jolt cola, discussing how Mulder and Scully totally banged after an alien was apprehended. I believe. Then came the CB simulator and later IRC. These computer wonders spawned newer, better and more user friendly ways to chat online. AOL gave birth to mass chat to the general public. And it all went to hell from there. Instead of worrying about someone in school spilling the beans about who killed Laura Palmer you had to avoid the Twin Peaks chatroom until you saw that episode. There lay the personal responsibility. Mark Zuckerberg really screwed the pooch for people on that one. Having to take hiatus from checking for responses to the pictures you posted of what you just ate or a meme of a cat that looks grumpy you previously tossed up. Why even bother living? Why continue without a thumbs up and, “Like?” Why do I bring up such a verboten subject? Well… lemme lay this on you.
The Walking Dead. Where do I begin. The (currently) most popular show on cable television about surviving a zombie apocalypse. A concept that began roughly 50 years ago with George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, now widely known to the general masses having been very saturated in the past few years. People who never cared to see a horror movie, let alone a zombie movie are now much more prevalent. Horror fans haven’t had this much to discuss with non horror fans since folk watched Tales From the Crypt to see the occasional bare breast. Understand that it makes life for the residents of Geektown a bit easier to cope with those who they wouldn’t normally associate. With that comes a price. The Walking Dead has zombies which is great, but the zombies are also the MacGuffin. If you put these characters, which come from many different walks of life together in any other situaltion, the outcome would be roughly the same. Breakdown explained on the recent popularity of zombies concluded. Let’s get the meat of the reason we got into this article to begin with.
Have you ever had your posterior masticated? In the vernacular what I’m asking is if you’ve ever had your ass chewed out? Recently this gnawing, which affected me in a few ways, happened over a joke spoiler about a plot point of The Walking Dead. I can see how those who don’t not know me well enough didn’t pick up on my ruse. Not getting my sense of humor, some could have assumed I actually divulged a legitimate plot point. Having falsely stated the death of a major character (with a humorous photo of that actor attached) would come across as a majorly inconsiderate thing to do. Having posted something else with the attached picture about their affection for Hello Kitty seemed to me as a fine give away that this post was a complete lie. Having upset responses coming from as far China I felt bad for fooling my friends, but once they actually watched the episode understood I was just being a bit of a wiener and was kidding. Especially since I did a follow up post explaining the whole thing. Then came the thorn in my side. Someone I met once, never spoke with again or became chummy with tried to tear me a new one. Someone I now wouldn’t pee on if they were on fire. Don’t be nonchalant about who you friend on Facebook kids. Going as far as yelling at other actual friends who responded to my prank, I was called an effing POS. Even after I apologized I was… wait for it… defriended. That one cut deepest of all. For those who may not be picking up on my sarcasm (which I can understand can be missed when written rather than spoken) I am being sarcastic.
The lesson to take away from all of this is to not spoil things others may wish to find out on their own. Finish reading to the end of an entire post. Make sure you don’t friend a friend of a friend just to be pseudo polite. And learn how to take a damn joke before laying judgement. That last one I can not emphasis more than enough. Life’s too short to waste on petty things that make no difference in the big picture. I love all of you that can get aboard that train and ride it to the last station. The rest may masticate my posterior. That said, I leave you with this. Darth Vader is Luke’s father, Verbal is actually Keyser Soze, Tyler Durden isn’t real and Rosebud was the name of his sled. Soylent Green is made of people. People.