The Terrible Catsafterme

There are certain days in my life where I feel like I am unabashedly raking in every drop of fun that can satiate my wide varieties of interests. Monday, January 14, 2013, just so happened to be one of those days. I had already spent a very enjoyable weekend at the Hollywood Show meeting scads of celebrities, visited Disneyland twice, attended the memorial service of Our Ganger Peggy Ahern, eaten one of the Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, visited the Grammy Museum, and hung out on Hollywood Boulevard. It would seem that this had been a great weekend without any extras, but there was more to see… more to do… more to experience, as many of my interests intertwined into a few further adventures with my friend Bob. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m not sure exactly how or when it happened, but at some point somehow some way, I got sucked into the whole slasher flick phenomenon, particularly when it came to the three biggest (by my estimation) ‘classic’ franchises: Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, and Halloween. It’s perhaps the many horror film conventions I’ve attended, which started out as a way of meeting celebrities who had done ‘other’ noteworthy films, that have gotten me hooked. Eventually the urge to collect all of the Jasons and Michael Myers was followed by a tendency to start picking up even the minor stars/victims. The Final Girls from the Friday films was a lot of fun, and then all of the hoopla surrounding Jamie Lee Curtis’ appearance at the Horrorhound Weekend event on November 17, 2012, also became too much to resist. Read the rest of this entry »

The teen skin flick Porky’s is a childhood favorite. You may have a problem with that statement but it’s the truth, plain and simple. Now my parents were not in the habit of watching such Rated R movies, but my Grandpa Murphy was in the habit of video recording them (among many other movies of course) off of HBO and Cinemax. This was one of the favorites that I’d pop into their VCR during sick days spent at their house when my Grandma would leave to go walking or to a doctor appointment or something. Read the rest of this entry »

I have two confessions to make. The first is that for the longest time I only knew Amber Smith from her Playboy pictorial from the March 1995 issue of the magazine. In the 1990s, her appearance alone would have been enough for me to be interested in an autograph/encounter with her. But the second confession is that I’ve matured and no longer seek out celebrity encounters with Playmates based on the strength of them being featured in the magazine. Therefore I had passed up meeting Amber Smith on a couple of occasions when she made personal appearances in the past. Read the rest of this entry »