In which I talk about all the weirdo stuff I get up to.
In which I talk about conventions and my love for them and such.
If I had to tell you who on earth decides to undertake event coordination as an avocation, you know, for funsies, I’d break it down into two types of people. The person in it for themselves. The person in it for the community. Now, that isn’t to say that the person more focused on the… Continue reading The Spotlight
I think over the years I have been writing in this blog that it's clear enough that I love conventions. As far as I can figure, Fangoria's WEEKEND OF HORRORS was my first (and second), with the Motor City Comic Conventions coming after and by then I was hooked. I loved conventions, the WEEKEND more… Continue reading The Big Con
In which I talk about heading out to Stoker Con 2019.
Fandom is a strange sort of magic. Strangers united under the same umbrella, bound by a love of things that are not always as physical as they are ethereal. Bound by things that the mainstream once deemed as frivolous and wasteful but which found their way into the mainstream. Suddenly the mainstream embraced things they… Continue reading Who We Stand With And What We Stand For
I had the interesting opportunity this past weekend to check out a convention that wasn't my 'scene' and it was fascinating. I lean more towards horror conventions and comic conventions if the truth be told, though I VERY rarely go to shows as a fan. I like the fan experience but loathe crowds and never… Continue reading As A Fan – Pt. 2
So I write about conventions usually from the middle of the aisle. I vend at shows, and I have run shows, and I have attended them. I have seen things from more than one angle. I started out though going to shows and while I don't go to many anymore - lack of money and… Continue reading As A Fan
There are days, like today, where I am glad I am out of the convention game. For the five years that we did shows locally I loved them. I loved ALMOST the entire process. Almost. But I loved it. Now that it’s over I miss it, for sure, but I can live with missing it… Continue reading A Game Of Expectations