So: Panic Fest.
I made it out yesterday, in spite of my car being covered in a lumpy sheet of impenetrable ice. It was my first time at the fest, and also my first time at the Screenland Armour, which was fantastic. There’s a poster for Fiend without a Face in the men’s room, and the arcade has Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, so you know that it’s good.
I didn’t actually see many movies at the fest, though I did catch the short film block, including a couple of films made for the “M is for…” contest for ABCs of Death, and a nice one by local filmmaker Patrick Rea. Most of the time, though, I was in the vendor’s room, working the Downright Creepy table, chatting with folks, and buying and trading Funko Horror Classics figures, because I am hopeless. At this point, I have almost the whole set. Last night’s big coup was drawing Billy the Puppet out of a blind box, after striking out twice with duplicates.
I got to meet several folks from the local horror community, and see again several others who I don’t get to spend as much time with as I’d like. I sold a Freddy glove to a little girl, and discovered that someone at one point had the bright idea to make Blair Witch Project trading cards, which I assume are the most boring trading cards in the history of existence. I also figured out how to run the DVD projector system all by myself without breaking anything or catching anything on fire, which, in my opinion, counts as an accomplishment.
I’m already looking forward to going again next year!