So, as 2011 comes to an end, I thought I'd post a quick final post for the year.
Which brings us to the time-honored and somewhat ridiculous tradition of New Year's resolutions. Last year, my resolution was to learn the double nunchuks. I'm pleased to say that I'm now a master of the double nunchaku, especially when I'm drunk. For 2012, I'm still working on my resolution. I've narrowed the list to the following...
New Years Resolutions - Get accepted by NASA as an astronaut on the first mission to Mars - Genetically clone and create my own velociraptor from fossilized DNA, because velociraptors kick ass. - Go to clown school. - Become Batman, because the only thing that kicks ass more than velociraptors is Batman.
As a postscript to my resolution list, I've realized one important thing - namely, that I haven't written nearly as much as I'd like to. I have no excuse for why I haven't other than pure selfish laziness. I returned to school recently and that took a lot of my time, and work's been batshit crazy, but I - a few years ago - promised myself I would write at least an hour or so a day, and I've totally slacked. This blog and my lack of updating can attest to how poorly I've followed my own tenet. I'll be better next year because I, seriously, have like 6 novels, a screenplay, and several short stories I've started and just been too lazy to finish. I've gotten to where I like having royalty checks for my writing and need to get more.
I've also noticed that - recently - I've been drinking way too much. I started the year by joining an Irish whiskey tour at the local Irish American club where I'm a member and have been dutifully doing my two shots a month, plus a few pints of Guinness, plus maybe one or two more gratuitous auxiliary shots, and then some more Guinness. You know where that inevitably leads, right? That's right! Doctor Zombie, in his boxers on the front lawn, singing 'Tooraloora-loo!" and pissing the little wife (and the neighbors) off.
Add on top of that the fact that it's the holidays and that I've been going to holiday parties every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday since Thanksgiving (including a headache inducing sake party last night - Omae wa dare da? Omae o korosu! Kuso!!) and I've realized I need to cut back.
After tonight's party...
...and after the Whiskey Tour wrap-up party next Friday...
...And - oh yeah - I have to sign up for the next Whiskey tour.
But then I'm done. Seriously... Until at least St. Patty's.
So, as I stagger around the block to an annual New Year's party hosted by friends of Dr. and Mrs. Zombie, remember what old Doctor Zombie always says... your liver is the enemy and must be killed.
If you see something similar to the picture below, it's most likely me. In my pocket will be the number of my undead chauffeur minion. He'll know what to do! Please prop me up and call him. He'll get me back to the Midnight Theater of Terror.
Happy New Year, dear reader. I look forward to seeing you in 2012!
So yesterday, while watching my beloved Browns get their asses handed to them by the 1 and 7 Rams, I saw a really cool commercial.
In my real job at Evil Corporate World, I work in media and - tangentially - advertising, PR, and Marketing. The commercial I saw was for Chevy and it was probably one of the most emotionally powerful commercials I've ever seen.
It was funny because I was in the kitchen, making lunch, and Mrs. Zombie was in the other room watching the game on the living room TV. I saw the commercial, and thought, 'Wow. That was incredible!' and walked out of the kitchen to see Mrs. Zombie sobbing on the couch.
"Did you see that! That was crazy." she said, whilst scrambling to find some tissue.
I'll admit, it moistened the old doctor's eyes as well.
That doesn't mean Zombie Boy and I didn't give Mrs. Zombie some grief for being a blubbering girl... but it was that powerful.
I'll let you watch the video. Check it out below.
Warning. It may make you get a little teary eyed. In fact, when I went and found it on Youtube this morning, I re-watched it and felt a little choked up all over again! Seriously.
Powerful, right?
This started a whole conversation between Mrs. Zombie and I, after she stopped being all chick-like and weepy, of course!
The thing is, I don't think I have the kind of car like the dad in that commercial does. All of my first cars were crappy junkers that I spent $400 or so on, and I drove them into the ground.
I know what kind of classic cars I'd like to buy - a 1970 Fastback Mustang, a 1983 DeLorean DMC, a mid 80's Corvette, a replica of the Munster's Dragula, even a 1970 or so Cadillac Hearse - but I've never owned a car that would ever - in any sense - be considered a classic; much less one I'd go to all the trouble of trying to find again.
After a day or so of thinking about it, however, I may need to revise that opinion. Upon further reflection, I realized that there are - in fact - two exceptions to this.
I never owned either of the cars (family members did), but I'd love to find one of each someday.
The first is a 1967 Chevy Nova II. My grandfather owned one and I drove it a few times when I was in high school. I loved that car. It was a classic and - unfortunately - my grandfather died when I was in high school and my dad sold the car soon after. I think I'm still a little resentful that he didn't give me a chance to buy it. I have great memories of that car. I remember driving it downtown with my grandfather to play in the Shriner's band every weekend. And yes. Before you ask... Dr. Zombie was a band geek. I played the saxophone and did a number of other uncool things; things like playing Dungeons and Dragons, attending comic book conventions, and spending hours arguing with my equally geeky friends what was the best Star Trek: TOS episode. I did this and still managed to find women willing to have sex with me. Believe it or not.
(And just for clarity and for the record, the episode where Kirk fights the Gorn on Cestus 3 is - hands down - the best ST:TOS episode. Ever.)
The car actually belonged originally to my great grandmother Frieda (I believe she used to own a funeral home on Clarke Avenue on Cleveland's West Side), and in the late 1980's - when my grandfather got it - it had like 27,000 miles on it.
I actually found a picture of a Nova that looked just like my grandfather's. Same color and everything. I'd give my arm to find the original. Damn my dad. I'd still have this car today if he hadn't sold it.
The second car I'd like to track down is very likely gone to the great junkyard in the sky. Again I didn't own this one. It was my parent's, but I love it because I took my driver's test in it.
It's a 1979 Jeep Cherokee Chief.
I've always loved Jeeps. I remember the first time I saw one. I was probably 6 or 7 and I was sliding around in the back seat of my mom's old station wagon (with the seat that was in the back and faced the oncoming traffic). I saw an old CJ7 Golden Eagle and fell instantly in love with the boxy, convertible original SUV. It was soooo fucking cool. You could ride with no top all summer, and you could drive up mountains all winter (I was 7 at the time and, having grown up in Ohio, the idea of mountains was like some distant Shangri-La).
I swore then and there that I'd own a Jeep.
I was even more stuck on Jeeps when my Dad brought home the yellow Cherokee Chief. It wasn't convertible, but one weekend hunting in the mud of Southern Ohio proved to me that all Jeeps rock. It was big, it was a gas hog, but I loved that truck.
Like I said, I took my driver's test in it, and - sadly - my parents got rid of it soon after I got my license... but the Jeep seed was fully planted. Since then I've owned 6 Wranglers, one Grand Cherokee, and one Jeep Cherokee Sport. The wife and I are talking about replacing her car soon, and I've got her convinced to look at the new Grand Cherokee (which is so sexy it's almost criminal).
But I always go back to that awesome full size Jeep Cherokee Chief.
And here's the funny part... and by funny, I mean I'm going to relate this whole automobile thing to zombies.
Seriously.
My favorite show on TV right is the Walking Dead for obvious reasons. The thing is, the characters Rick and his wife, Lori, are driving around in a 1979 Cherokee Chief that is an exact duplicate of the one I grew up with. Same color, same decals, same everything. The more I think about it, the Cherokee Chief was - without a doubt - one of the best anti-zombie personnel carriers ever designed!
Here's some pictures of the one from the show. Damn sexy!
Like the Chevy Nova II, I'd love to find one of those as well.
The idea of finding the ACTUAL ones I drove years ago is even more alluring.
The Nova would be about the nostalgia, and the Cherokee would be about making the most badass, ultimate, offroad anti-zombie Jeep EVER.
Too bad I've already started saving up to buy a hearse...
Happy Halloween from Doctor Zombie! Thought I'd do something different; so here's a special message from me - everybody's favorite, creepy, undead evil genius - as well as a little video montage of the thirty days of Halloween t-shirts!
The best day of the year is here and the sad part is we've got to wait another 365 days for Halloween to roll around again. Fortunately, you have Doctor Zombie's Midnight Theater of Terror - where EVERY DAY IS HALLOWEEN!!
Now excuse me while I go make myself sick on candy corn, Great Lakes Nosferatu, and pumpkin seeds!
More creeepiness from Unkle Creepy, hisself - Eric Pigors!
I love this shirt. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to wear it to family functions, church, the supermarket, or any place where I might be seen with Mrs. Zombie. Apparently, she finds it offensive and refuses to let me wear it around her. She says much the same thing about my Utilikilt and my Vibram Fivefingers. She said something along the lines of, "You're an attention whore who likes to stand out and look weird -- and I won't have the other PTA moms looking at me with those sad, sympathetic eyes that say, 'Look at what she married! Poor thing!'. Why can't you be more normal and not so fucking creepy and weird!?!"
Or something like that.
Anyway. I especially love this shirt because it resonates with me because of my illness. It's Frankenstein (the first zombie), he's got no nipples like Doctor Z. (just x's) and I can't help but think of what my friends Michelle and Stephen Wilson said when I first got sick. They said, "Fuck Cancer!" and that's the vibe I get from this shirt.
I will someday write a sappy, self-helpy nonfiction book about my battle with cancer and I'm going to ask Eric if I can use this for the cover.
Time to pull out my awesome Eric Pigors t-shirts! No artist out there captures Halloween and all of its awesomeness better than Eric Pigors does. I have several of his t-shirts and will, someday soon, have an entire half sleeve tattoo based on his artwork.
There's something about Eric's art that is such a cool retro mix of Rat Fink and 1970's horror and modern Goth. It is a perfect, twisted view of everything I love about horror and Halloween.
There's actually a picture of me wearing this particular Pigors t-shirt on his website under his fan page. Full dicslosure, that actual picture was taken on St. Patty's day at my brother Richie's, and I was pretty lit up. I was, in point of fact, skonched. I think that may have been after several Guinnesses (Guinnessi?) and at least two or three Irish Car Bombs, which just goes to show that Doctor Z. always has Halloween, busty vampire chicks, Frankensteinian monsters, and horror on his mind YEAR ROUND.
You may recognize Lestat as a main character on the Anne Rice vampire books, or as Tom Cruise in the horrible movie, Interview With The Vampire.
As far as female writers from New Orleans go, I'm actually a bigger fan of Poppy Z. Brite than Anne Rice, but I digress.
For most Clevelanders, Lestat is one of the best local Goth bands ever. As it pertains to the horror theme, their band name is vampirey and their sound actually makes them cooler than their namesake.
Their working on a new album after several years off, and I've actually met their lead singer Evan recently (you can read about their reunion show a month or so ago by clicking here) Anyway, they remain one of Doctor Z's favorite bands and I'm proudly wearing their tour shirt from their 1994 release - Vision of Sorrows.
Yeah Lestat! Old school Goth music, especially at Halloween, makes Doctor Z. feel good!
I'm a sucker for pop culture. And this isn't really horror-themed, but I wanted to show it off so you could all be jealous.
As a saving grace, and to shoehorn it in thematically, I did seriously think about going as this for Halloween, so I'm adding it to the 31 Days of Horror T-Shirts.
I just couldn't figure out where to get some cobras and/or honey bees!
Zombies are horror, right? Zombies are Halloween, right?
OK, OK... so this isn't necessraily that kind of zombie... but I really think that Rob Zombie gets it. I've loved his special brand of horror rock since the early days of White Zombie. Despite his recent movie mis-steps (that's right Halloween II, I'm looking at you, you piece of shit!), I still think he's our kind of people.
He gets horror. He loves horror. He fucking rocks. And that makes him worthy of inclusion in the Doctor Zombie 31 Days of Horror T-Shirts Retrospective.
As an aside, I'm subscribed to his Facebook page and he's been updating regularly on the current filming of his latest horror movie - The Lords of Salem. I'm holding judgement on it until I see it, and I'm sure it'll heavily feature Sherri Zombie (groan!), but I still love House of a 1000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects. That alone gives him some leeway in my book. We'll have to see.
Does anybody else wish he could find someone to finance and let him make Werewolf Women of the SS?!?
It's everybody's favorite towheaded fiend, Herbert West! And it's also one of my favorite 80's horror films of all time!
Brian Yuzna's adaptation of Lovecraft's serial novel about ghoulish scientists who reanimate the dead remains one of the best film attempts to date.
It was gory, over the top, and incredibly perverse... to this day, I can't see Jeffrey Combs in ANYTHING without thinking of this movie.
I'm of course talking about The Reanimator!
BTW - the small print on the bottom is a caption from the original movie poster. It says, "Herbert West has a good head on his shoulders... and another one on his desk!"
Of course Dr. Z's horror t-shirt collection's going to have samplings from the sacred trinity of slasher flicks.
I'm of course talking about Carpenter's Halloween, Wes Craven's Nightmare on Elm Street, and Friday the 13th.
This shirt of course is for the latter on that list and memorializes everyone's favorite hockey mask wearing fiend, Jason.
Truthfully - when compared to the other two - I find Friday the 13th to be the inferior series. Michael Meyers established the genre and - until the last couple movies - stayed true to his origins. Nightmare on Elm Street took on an intensity and fantastical tact that, to this day, I think is unrivaled. I remember the first time I saw it (with a girl I was dating at the time) and getting chills at how incredible Freddy was. The melding of dreams and horror was perfection. The sequels, while making Freddy a wisecracking, shell of Craven's original monster - still had impact.
I can't say the same about Friday the 13th.
Friday the 13th very quickly degenerated into absurdity and never redeemed itself. Which is a shame because the original was really good. It took the idea of teens (having sex!) in peril (while having sex!) and killing them (while having sex!) to new levels. It had the gore that Halloween didn't have or need, and introduced some of the tropes that became de rigeur in every slasher film after that. The thing is, Friday the 13th (the first one) wasn't even about Jason Voorhees. The killer was his mother and Jason was dead... or at least we thought so right up until the final frames.
That said, one's got to give props to old Jason. He's not - in my opinion - as scary, but he does kick ass. I did root for Freddy in Freddy Vs. Jason, though. How could I not?!?
When all's said and done, Jason's horror royalty. No proper horror collection would be complete without him!
So... a couple weeks ago I wrote a review of one of my favorite bands new albums. It's especially appropriate now considering it's Halloween time.
You see, Midnight Syndicate does instrumental, dark, moody instrumental music... and I've been a fan for years.
Well, I was contacted shortly after I wrote my review (click here to read the review!) by Edward Douglas from Midnight Syndicate. He loved the review and asked to quote it for promotion. I heartily agreed.
But it gets better than that!
I'm pleased to announce that they've been kind enough to put me on their website under their "Legions of the Night" section, as well as putting a quote and a link to my story under the reviews for Carnival Arcane. Fabulous!
And, if you haven't listened to Midnight Syndicate yet, what the fuck are you waiting for?!?
Anyway - on to today's shirt.
In honor of Midnight Syndicate and their incredibly awesome album, Carnival Arcane... I present this - one of my favorite horror, dark circus themed t-shirts!
Tim Burton is so awesome on so many levels, and I think that Nightmare Before Christmas could be considered in his top five, or maybe even top 3. I love Nightmare Before Christmas and think it's brilliant!
While I was taking pictures, WolfGirl decided she wanted to get in on the 31 Days of Horror T-Shirts action. To that end, she too wore a Nightmare Before Christmas tee... as well as her favorite stuffed animal.
She's a chip off the old block! She's the sort of young lycanthrope any evil mad genius would be proud of! That's her - my horror loving little werewolf!
... and now for a very special episode of Doctor Zombie's Midnight Theater of Terror.
OK - This isn't a horror shirt. It's not about a horror movie, or literature, or even spooky music. It's not even about October or Halloween.
It's about the other thing that October is.
October is also Breast Cancer Awareness month. Because it is, I need to take a step away from my ridiculous preoccupation with fake scary stuff, and talk about some real life scary stuff.
Doctor Z's going to talk about boobs.
Shit's about to get real.
You see, if you've recently started reading... or haven't gotten around to checking my other links... you may not know this.
Doctor Zombie is a breast cancer survivor.
You're probably saying, "Wait a minte, Dr. Z?!? What the fuck? You're a dude! That is, I think you're a dude. I mean, you've got a goatee, and you LOOK like a dude. I mean... what the fuck, Dr. Z?"
Let me put your mind at rest. Doctor Zombie is indeed a dude. I, however, no longer have any nipples and, instead have some awesome Frankenstein-like scars where they cut the cancer out of me. (I'll let the horror of that image - the nauseating image of a shirtless Doctor Z. - sink in. Gross, right?)
Here's the truth of the matter. Dudes can get breast cancer too. Male moob cancer is rare and the overall ratio of female to male breast cancer is 100 to 1; which means about 2,140 men are expected to be diagnosed in 2011, and about 450 will die.
The fatality rate in men is significantly higher because: • Dudes may ignore the warning signs that tell them something is wrong. • Dudes may not tell their doctor about what they are feeling because they are embarrassed or worried. • Dudes may wait too long to get help.
Common symptoms of male breast cancer: • A lump in the chest area • Skin dimpling or puckering • Nipple changes
Men don’t think of themselves as even having breasts. For men, it’s their chest or their “pecs.” So it comes as a surprise to most men to find out that they are at risk of breast cancer. Most men don’t know they can get moob cancer.
The key to beating breast cancer - in men AND women - is finding it early and getting treated right away.
Talk to your doctor right away if you have any of these warning signs: • You feel a lump, a hard knot or swelling in your chest area. • The skin on your chest dimples or puckers. • Your nipple pulls in toward your chest wall. • You see any redness or scaling on your nipple. • There is a discharge coming from your nipple.
While I was in Evans City on Saturday - our mailman Dave dropped off a package on the front porch.
Within was a thing of beauty! I opened the package and out shambled something unimaginable and hideous! Something that filled me with vertiginous fear, a growing insidiousness, and an exceeding strangeness. Terrifyingly, it held a new, horror-themed t-shirt!
I've already gone on and on about my love for Lovecraft... so you can imagine my delight.
Laid back day today, so I can wear one of my rattier, more threadbare shirts.
I still love this shirt though.
I bought it back in college - in the old gaming shop on W. Wooster in Bowling Green - when I was at the height of my roleplaying, card-playing, comic book reading geekery. I loved Vampire The Masquerade and Jyhad: The CCG and loved the look of this shirt. I loved the art, and loved that it was a member of the Brujah clan. I was playing Brujah all the time.
Then, it became a favorite go-to t-shirt for Goth clubbing after college.
It's much worse for the wear, it's old, it's frayed -- but I still love it.
The least I can do is wear it in honor of Halloween, while I drink some Great Lakes Nosferatu beer and watch my beloved Cleveland Browns play.
With those words, spoken in a passably good Boris Karloff impersonation by Russell Striener, movie history was changed forever. I set out to discover that history.
I gassed up my Jeep (The U.S.S. Nostromo) last night and made the decision to brave the impending storms, rain, and 50 MPH winds to make a long overdue pilgrimage to the Evans City Cemetery. Yes, verily did Doctor Zombie bravely enter Zombieland, a land of Steelers fans and - it's been rumored - cannibals. (Seriously. I hear Steelers fans eat their own young. Gruesome indeed!)
Anyway, I drove halfway to Evans City yesterday evening and spent the night at my family's hunting camp on the Ohio/Pennsylvania border.
I woke early, having slept unwell because of the rain and winds, and was on the road by 7:30. By 8:45 - I was in Evans City. Today was a great day to make the pilgrimage to what could - arguably - be one of the holiest meccas for a horror fan EVER. It was a perfect October day. Cool, stormy, and the wind blew and swirled the fallen autumn leaves like disembodied spirits. I couldn't have asked for a better day!
Evans City is - for those of you joing us late in our programming - where George A. Romero filmed his 1968 zombie masterpiece, Night of the Living Dead. I'm fortunate that I live so close to Pennsylvania and, if you'll remember, last summer I made the pilgrimage to Monroeville and the Monroeville Mall.
At that time I vowed to return and visit the holy land of zombie films itself. Evans City. Romero's Night of the Living Dead changed the face of horror movies and also changed how we saw zombies. Rather than there being portrayed as the magically or chemically voodoo'ed victims of Haitian sorcerors - they became the ravenous, undead monsters we all know and love today.
And it all started here.
You can imagine my geekish joy as I drove southward out of the small town (where Romero also filmed his paranoid, government conspiracy film, The Crazies , a few years later. The Crazies was a good movie, but its recent remake is one of the rare exceptions to the rule in that the remake was exponentially better than the original)... and suddenly I was there.
That iconic road cutting up into the forest.
Here's a picture of it from the original movie...
And here's what it looks like today. Note the new sign just to the right of the Nostromo.
Here's a closer look at the new(ish) sign...
I made my way up the hill with anticipation and, as you round the curve at the top of the hill, you see two newer signs on the drive in. The first replaces this sign from the movie...
It now looks like this...
Further up the road is a nice new Evans City Cemetery marker that is really, really new.
Just past this sign, following the curve of the hill, I was suddenly there. Immediately as you enter the cemetery, you pass the famous chapel. I swung around and, based on these shots from the movie...
... used the Nostromo as a fill in for Johnny's groovy blue coupe!
Then it was a matter of finding the other graves. At first I was a bit anxious about it. The cemetery's actually quite big, especially seen from the chapel near the entrance. But then I realized that, based on where I was standing when I took the shot of the chapel, I was already there. All I needed to do was turn around because Romero filmed everything in the same area. Seriously - he literally turned his cameras around and shot the follow up scenes.
So I set up capturing the sights on film. First, I found the grave that stood in for Johnny and Barb's dearly departed old man.
Here's them approaching it in the movie...
...and here's Doctor Z doing the same! (In his snazzy Night of the Living Dead t-shirt! Bonus points for the 31 Days of Horror T-shirts!)
Here's a better shot of the grave. I should note that many of the trees in the original movie were blown down in a tornado several years ago, so there's very little of the shade that you see in the original film.
Here's one of Barb from the other side (as she walks away from Johnny when he delivers his famous line), and also how it looks now...
That last shot may look familiar. Although I moved the camera maybe three or four feet, that's also the same place where Bill Hintzman's Zombie # 1 makes his first appearance.
And, today... what a nice beautiful sunny sort of day in this nice cemetery...
Wow. It got awful dark. I just got a chill...
Wait... is that something moving up there?!?
Look's there's one of them now! They're coming to get you... Aahhhh! It's Doctor Zombie!
And of course, this is the point where the zombie attacks Johnny... and Barb cowers in fear...
Not as pretty, but just as scared...
This next part was, I thought, going to be difficult. I looked around for the grave that Johnny was killed on, but all of the graves looked so much alike I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find it. Luck struck out of the blue and I turned from the grave where Barb cowered above, to see the one the next row up. To refresh your memory. Johnny gets attacked, and he is pushed to the ground, striking his head on a gravestone and - presumably - dying.
My concern was that I couldn't read the name on the screen captures I had with me. At no point can you see the name on the tombstone... but then, as I said, I turned and saw the headstone. If you look above, there's a very distinct circle pattern in the marble on its side. That what I saw and I breathed a sigh of relief...I'd found it!
But then I had my skull bashed in by another passing zombe. How rude!
Here's some more shots of Johnny's car driving...
And my attempts at recreating them...
Some further comments on these. In the second one, with the power lines... this is in a newer part of the cemetery and there are tons of new tombstones that - obviously - weren't in the shots from 1968.
About the one with flag... how fucking cool is that?!? I managed to get a shot with a flag as well. Near as I can tell, that is a flag placed on the same grave for the same US Vet. I took a picture of the tombstone because I thought it was cool that he contributed to Night of the Living Dead, and could also help me in my geeky idiocy almost 45 years later. Plus - Doctor Z. loves graveyards and the stories they tell. And Staff Sgt Elmer McClelland must have had a great story.
And so, as I finished those last shots, I logged into my Kindle and geekily announced my whereabouts. And then, sadly, I bid adieu to the Evans City Cemetery.
I made two more quick stops on the way. First, I drove further south from the cemetery and - again by pure luck - found another shot that I'd hoped I could find. About 4 miles down the road is a distinctive curve from the intro..
How it looks today...
Then, as I turned around and headed back towards Evans City, I decided to stop at a convenience store because I required the sort of sustenance that every road-tripping zombie needs - human flesh. Unfortunatly, they had none, so I had to settle for some spicy beef jerky and a diet Coke Zero. The thing is, I walked in and immediately saw a big Night of the Living Dead poster by the Coke cooler. You see, the chapel in the cemetery is falling apart. Sadly, Evans City has decided the cheapest way to deal with it is to knock it down.
So, several of the people involved in the movie are working to save it for its historic value. I couldn 't agree with them more.
To that end, there's a charity event next weekend in Zelionople (which is about 5 miles away).
Being the geek I am, I asked the lady behind the counter of I could take a picture of it. She said abolutely and commented that it was funny how many fans of the movie visited the town because of the cemetery. She also laughed and said that George Romero himself visits the store quite often (I imagine it's to replenish his cigarettes. The man is a smoking fiend!). Apparently he lives nearby. Even funnier, she said she had no idea who he was until she saw a news story about the chapel a few weeks back.
I thanked her, bought my beef jerky and coke (and threw in a couple Reese's Peanut Butter Pumpkins. Mmmmm!) and ran and got my camera. I snapped a picture of the poster and seriously debated whether I should camp out in the parking lot of the convenience store to stalk down and meet the master himself, George Romero. Cooler heads prevailed and the logical part of my undead brain won the argument with the calmly constructed argument that Mrs. Zombie'd probably divorce me if I didn't get back home soon.
The funny thing is - in a strange twist of fate - I'd snapped a quick photo of the theater where the benefit's being held when I'd driven through Zelionople earlier in the day. I snapped it because I thought 'How goddamned cool! An old time theater playing classic horror movies in October.'
Pure coincidence!
So I left Evans City behind. But I didn't leave alone.
Like I said, the chapel's falling apart. While I was walking around it, I found several old pieces of mortar laying around. I couldn't help myself... I grabbed one off of the ground. I'm not sure what I'll do with it, but it is a piece of horror cinema history, and it will hold a place of honor amidst the other memorabilia I've collected over the years. Moreso if they fail to save the chapel. Sad, indeed!
And if all of this has you jonesing to see the original movie - or at least the parts that I talked about - I've attached a clip of the entire cemetery scene. Enjoy!
(Note: I used a mix of screenshots of the original Night of the Living Dead for the comparison photos in this story. Some of them are black and white, and others are color. I know some of you out there may consider the colorized versions borderline blasphemous, but truthfully, the updated and colorized version is a much better copy and made clearer screen grabs.
In other words, don't get your panties in a bunch, Nancy... Dr. Z.)
