What Comes After The Clowns?

I used to use a program called Irfanview for storing and sizing photos, but Comcast seems to be battling me with this, more in the way of cropping photos. So I signed up with Photobucket. I haven't really used it yet, more goofing on it with the special effects in my spare time. I have a fresco of me at the bottom, I'm at Elvis's house in 1992, then there's a heat image of Michael Berryman and his twin, me: The Hills Have Eyes Dude. (Those that do not know that story, please ask). Prior to photobucket, all I could really do was screw around with my scanner as seen with the first two photos.

A Little More Hard-Boiled

Not me, the font of the book. Though I think I need to see the dentist soon. If you look at the reflection in the glasses, that's my figure as well. I'll bet after this book comes out, people will think Michael Berryman posed for the cover. Maybe.

If You're Hairy, You Belong On A Motorbike!

I'll be posting photos from Flashback Weekend once I actually have the money to get the film developed. Took some new ones with Michael Berryman, one where we look like two skinny, bald sumos giving each other the stink eye. The man's generosity towards his fans never ceases to amaze me. I spent way too much money on DVDs, buying quite a bit of anime for my niece Ashley at decent prices (along with a Misfits concert from 1983 which I'm sure will win me a glare from her mom), and several winners for my own shelf. MUD HONEY is a Russ Meyers' film I saw on Turner Classic Movies back in the spring, and the best I can describe it is a mix of COOL HAND LUKE and most of my family reunions in Kentucky, EL TOPO, an odd little Mexican grindhouse film, and...if you're hairy, etc.,...WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS. All made between 1965 and 1972, the last scared me as a kid by the title alone, as we lived off Southwest Highway, and you'd hear bikers more often than Amtrak trains late into the summer nights. I bought two Universal Monsters shirts, one with Frankenstein alone, because the current one I have--which seems to be my Wayne Meets Mike Berryman shirt--smells like ink and is somehow taking on a different form, it fits one side of my torso in a lopsided way now. I also bought one other DVD, THE HORROR OF PARTY BEACH, which truly deserves a blog entry all its own.

Flashback Weekend Flashforward

Tomorrow I'll be attending Flashback Weekend 2007. Last year, I finally met Michael Berryman and told him how I had been visiting a friend years ago and his brother had been hosting a Hallowe'en party. One guy heading to the john passed me--I had just been wearing jeans and a black shirt, mind you--and he stops, points at me in awe, and tells everyone within earshot that I was "The Hills Have Eyes Dude." Mr. Berryman had as much a laugh from that as from my blatantly whoring myself, asking if he needed a Mini-Mike for convention appearances. We then posed for the infamous facial pose everyone knows from the DVD cover...Wayne