On this date in 1897, Thomas edison patented the Kinetoscope, the first movie projector. (via Wikipedia) Just a little over a hundred years ago, there was, not only no such thing as television, but no such thing as movies even. Although the science fiction of the day imagined space travel, television and its impact on society were just too freaky to be conceived of in advance.
If you do not get the play on words in Sean Abley’s Fangoria blog name Gay of the Dead, I’m not sure you are reading the correct site. If you get it, Sean Abley is the creator of the Socket movie and he is writing a column on a gay view of horror. Some of the entries include depressing information such as that teen idol Wesley Eure from Land of the Lost was fired for being gay. The blog is at its best when Abley’s sense of humor shines through. A favorite entry of mine is when he explains how he justified the Friday the 13th box set as a press freebie he needed for writing for The Advocate: “Jason is the gay horror fan’s Judy Garland. A “special” child forced into the spotlight by a domineering mother. In the beginning controlled by the powers that be with little or no regard for their personal well-being. Then incapable of living life without the crutches—a bolt of lightening to get up in the morning, an ax to the head to get to sleep, a vicious cycle impossible to break. In middle-age driven to the spotlight in a pathological quest for the attention that has become their sustenance. Then a string of “comebacks” even though, in their mind, they never left. And in the end, gone far too soon, leaving the world to wonder where they might have gone had their talent been left unchecked.”
I am back from the 40th anniversary Comic Con. It feels like every year the show sells out earlier, the best panels get harder to gain entry to, the temperatures get hotter, certain fanboys smell stronger (you know who you are), and I make more deals for more money. This year saw the addition of some fans protesting that Twilight ruined Comic Con. Because, before Twilight, there were no over-sized movie studio booths taking over the place and no script writers like me going to the show just to get work. /sarcasm. A really nice aspect to this year’s show was the emphasis on the history of the show. The special 40th Anniversary Guests page on the site for the convention has really nice bios of a lot of the Secret Masters of Fandom who made the Comic Con possible. For bonus sexiness, my favorite bio on the page is the one for the most famous scream queen ever, who apparently was knocking them dead at the Comic Con as a teen: “Brinke Stevens (aka Charlene Brinkman) wowed audiences at the Masquerade in the 1970s with her choreographed dances. She served as Masquerade coordinator in 1976–1978. She is best known as a scream queen and has appeared in more than 100 films. “
According to the UK’s Sun Online reporter James Hyatt, the estate of Dr. Who creator Terry Nation is not amused by the Dalek porno flick which was recently selling on eBay for around thirty pounds. The Abducted by the Daleks DVD apparently includes subdom themed vignettes of Daleks supervising lesbian sex slaves going at it and occasionally groping the girls with their Daleky groping attachments. In the article, Tim Hancock, director of the estate of things long-scarfed, is quoted as declaring “The reason the Daleks are still the most sinister thing in the universe is because they do not make things like porn.” So there you have it. Porn is not sinister because Daleks don’t do it. Or at least they only did it that one time in the 70′s with those hot disco chicks and they blame the ludes and Saturday Night Fever. Drug and Gibb-free, there is no way they would ever have had Dalek relations with those women.
















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