Sorry, folks, it’s B-Fest this weekend, and I’ve been kept lively getting ready. Small group this year, but I still did my normal WAY too much shopping (albeit less than usual), as well as trying to make a hole in my trailer for my friend Jeff to sleep. I have so much crap piled up everywhere that it’s impossible to do one thing without jiggering ten piles first. I feel like Marley’s Ghost and sometimes nearly weep.
One thing I have is a ton of old movie magazines: Cinefanfastique, Cult Movies, Cinescape, Psychotronic, Video Watchdog, G-Fan (Godzilla), etc. Hell, I have old issues of FOOM. I might try to sell them–even a dollar a shot is better than nothing–but I also might just get to the point where I offer them up to anyone who wants them and will pay for shipping. We’ll see.
I am about ready to just junk the literally hundreds of old video tapes I have laying around. I clearly am never going to get them converted to DVD. Then there’s the 15 or more boxes of generally worthless comics, the large number of unopened X-Plus Godzilla statues, etc.
Yeesh.
Anyway, everyone should be on their way home sometime Sunday, then I sleep the sleep of the dead, then Monday or Tuesday get my B-Fest Diary up, and then start blogging again. It would be nice to finish Sandy’s Iron Man discussion, for instance.
Keep the faith, people, and thanks.