I've made a few more posts on the Frankenstein Blog revealing new finished illustrations for the book. But i've neglected to come over here and blog about it. So head over to the Gris Grimly's Frankenstein blog to catch up on THIS IMAGE SAYS IT ALL, WILDEST DREAMS and MAPPING OUT THE JOURNEY.
GRIS GRIMLY'S FRANKENSTEIN BLOG
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
COMPARISON EYE TO EYE
For my new book Frankenstein, I've completed two versions of the same illustration using two different techniques. Comparing the two side by side, you can see the positive and negative aspects of each. I deconstruct the styles and explain why I've chosen to go with the one and not the other. Read about it on my Frankenstein blog:
GRIS GRIMLY'S FRANKENSTEIN BLOG
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
MILE HIGH ETIQUETTE
The man's naked foot rubbed against my leg. The frost came early this year and spread an icy blanket across my spine. What the hell is wrong with people today that they can't uphold some etiquette for the short span of time they are subjected to public transportation?
I saw an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm where Larry David finds his plane seat to be next to a man wearing shorts. Larry, being the confrontational person he is, reprimands his elbow-knocking neighbor for being so inconsiderate to wear shorts on a plane. I think this is an overreaction to the circumstance. Granted, the artifact of clothing was short enough to be called briefs and with the lack of elasticity around the thighs, there is a risk of junk spillage. But a situation like this really depends on the individual wearing the shorts. Do you think Larry would mind if the individual sitting next to him was a slender 25-year-old vixen with velvet-soft thighs? Of course not. But it made for a great uncomfortably humorous scene that the show is known for.
In all my travels, there is a growing lack of respect for human subjection. Surprisingly, the majority of these occurrences happen on one of the most expensive forms of travel; the aeroplane. And it seems that out of the entire class system, individuals in Business class are the worse. No more than 60 years ago, it was common courtesy for a man to wear a suit and tie for most occasions. Even a ball game would draw the poorest individual to the game wearing his Sunday best and a fedora. Today, you're lucky enough if some of these Neanderthals have enough body paint to cover their birthday suit.
Why do people feel it's okay to get undressed on plane? I don't care how much a ticket costs; you are still on public transportation. You don't see people removing their shoes and socks while traveling on the great steel Greyhound bus. Yet when traveling the mile high expressway, you're in danger of a flight neighbor stripping naked short of removing his capris and wife-beater. There are a few points of etiquette that if every individual could uphold, it would make traveling a little more bearable for the rest.
The first of these is REFRAIN FROM WEARING PAJAMAS. This rule should apply anytime/anywhere you are out of the house or in the presence of anyone other than family members. Whether you are on a plane, going for brunch or having guests over to watch a movie, put some freakin' cloths on! This also applies to sweats, workout cloths and swimwear. These items were made for athletic activities and despite what you think, plopping into a jet seat is NOT exercise. Just because your stretchy pants have a word printed across the ass doesn't make it appropriate designer clothing to get on a plane.
The second rule is KEEP YOUR SHOES AND SOCKS ON. Seriously, you're not at home and no one on the plane wants to smell or look at your feet. It's true, the plane gets cleaned between flights, but no little old Brazilian woman comes in and scrubs everything with disinfectant. I cringe when thinking of the possible organisms that are left behind from feet sweat wiped across the back of seats, against the footrest and across the floor carpet.
The third rule is WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER USING THE BATHROOM. Due to energy and water conservative attempts, the mechanics in the bathroom of a plane are more complicated than other bathrooms. The water faucet releases short bursts of water for each time you press the spring-loaded handle. I know this is a bit of a pain having to press this handle over and over just to get your hands properly cleaned. But this is no excuse for avoiding the process all together. I don't have the ability to monitor everybody’s bathroom hygienic, but it's safe to say that there is a large majority that are transferring germs with their fecal fingers on the door, door handle and back to their seat. This makes it really difficult for me to exit the restroom without touching anything.
The fourth rule is BE HYGIENICALLY CONSCIOUS AT YOUR SEAT. This is a simple rule and means be considerate of the individual sitting next to you. Don't pick your nose, remove scabs, scratch your dandruff, chew your nails, file your nails, pick at hangnails, suck on blisters, lick your palms, finger your bellybutton or massage your naked feet (which shouldn't be naked in the first place). Refrain from attending to these callings until you get home or at least take care of it in the restroom. But you should also not attend to your hygiene in public. Do not apply deodorant, clean your ears, brush your teeth or shave in your seat. That's what they make bathrooms for.
The fifth rule is DO NOT GET WASTED ON THE PLANE OR BOARD A PLANE WASTED. For alcohol drinkers out there, I know it is fun to get drunk. But leave this activity to areas equipped to handle drunks. As funny as you think you are when you're pile-drived, no one except your drunken friends think you are anything but loud and annoying. At least in bars, people can move away from you or leave the establishment. But on a plane we are stuck with you...for hours. On a plane 99% of the passengers are not in the same headspace as you. You are loud and obnoxious; you stink to high-heaven and consistently knock over drinks or into people. If you reach a state of intoxication that you vomit, you will most likely initiate a barf brigade. Then as you pass out for the remaining hours of the flight, you've left all the other passengers to endure the stench of your ass-rank insides.
If we can all follow these rules, it would make a long flight easier to endure for everyone. After all, the plane is just another form of public transportation like a bus, train or boat. No matter where you are seated or how long the flight is, it is not your personal living space. Show your neighbor a little respect.
Be Grim!
Gris Grimly
Copyright 2009 Gris Grimly
I saw an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm where Larry David finds his plane seat to be next to a man wearing shorts. Larry, being the confrontational person he is, reprimands his elbow-knocking neighbor for being so inconsiderate to wear shorts on a plane. I think this is an overreaction to the circumstance. Granted, the artifact of clothing was short enough to be called briefs and with the lack of elasticity around the thighs, there is a risk of junk spillage. But a situation like this really depends on the individual wearing the shorts. Do you think Larry would mind if the individual sitting next to him was a slender 25-year-old vixen with velvet-soft thighs? Of course not. But it made for a great uncomfortably humorous scene that the show is known for.
In all my travels, there is a growing lack of respect for human subjection. Surprisingly, the majority of these occurrences happen on one of the most expensive forms of travel; the aeroplane. And it seems that out of the entire class system, individuals in Business class are the worse. No more than 60 years ago, it was common courtesy for a man to wear a suit and tie for most occasions. Even a ball game would draw the poorest individual to the game wearing his Sunday best and a fedora. Today, you're lucky enough if some of these Neanderthals have enough body paint to cover their birthday suit.
Why do people feel it's okay to get undressed on plane? I don't care how much a ticket costs; you are still on public transportation. You don't see people removing their shoes and socks while traveling on the great steel Greyhound bus. Yet when traveling the mile high expressway, you're in danger of a flight neighbor stripping naked short of removing his capris and wife-beater. There are a few points of etiquette that if every individual could uphold, it would make traveling a little more bearable for the rest.
The first of these is REFRAIN FROM WEARING PAJAMAS. This rule should apply anytime/anywhere you are out of the house or in the presence of anyone other than family members. Whether you are on a plane, going for brunch or having guests over to watch a movie, put some freakin' cloths on! This also applies to sweats, workout cloths and swimwear. These items were made for athletic activities and despite what you think, plopping into a jet seat is NOT exercise. Just because your stretchy pants have a word printed across the ass doesn't make it appropriate designer clothing to get on a plane.
The second rule is KEEP YOUR SHOES AND SOCKS ON. Seriously, you're not at home and no one on the plane wants to smell or look at your feet. It's true, the plane gets cleaned between flights, but no little old Brazilian woman comes in and scrubs everything with disinfectant. I cringe when thinking of the possible organisms that are left behind from feet sweat wiped across the back of seats, against the footrest and across the floor carpet.
The third rule is WASH YOUR HANDS AFTER USING THE BATHROOM. Due to energy and water conservative attempts, the mechanics in the bathroom of a plane are more complicated than other bathrooms. The water faucet releases short bursts of water for each time you press the spring-loaded handle. I know this is a bit of a pain having to press this handle over and over just to get your hands properly cleaned. But this is no excuse for avoiding the process all together. I don't have the ability to monitor everybody’s bathroom hygienic, but it's safe to say that there is a large majority that are transferring germs with their fecal fingers on the door, door handle and back to their seat. This makes it really difficult for me to exit the restroom without touching anything.
The fourth rule is BE HYGIENICALLY CONSCIOUS AT YOUR SEAT. This is a simple rule and means be considerate of the individual sitting next to you. Don't pick your nose, remove scabs, scratch your dandruff, chew your nails, file your nails, pick at hangnails, suck on blisters, lick your palms, finger your bellybutton or massage your naked feet (which shouldn't be naked in the first place). Refrain from attending to these callings until you get home or at least take care of it in the restroom. But you should also not attend to your hygiene in public. Do not apply deodorant, clean your ears, brush your teeth or shave in your seat. That's what they make bathrooms for.
The fifth rule is DO NOT GET WASTED ON THE PLANE OR BOARD A PLANE WASTED. For alcohol drinkers out there, I know it is fun to get drunk. But leave this activity to areas equipped to handle drunks. As funny as you think you are when you're pile-drived, no one except your drunken friends think you are anything but loud and annoying. At least in bars, people can move away from you or leave the establishment. But on a plane we are stuck with you...for hours. On a plane 99% of the passengers are not in the same headspace as you. You are loud and obnoxious; you stink to high-heaven and consistently knock over drinks or into people. If you reach a state of intoxication that you vomit, you will most likely initiate a barf brigade. Then as you pass out for the remaining hours of the flight, you've left all the other passengers to endure the stench of your ass-rank insides.
If we can all follow these rules, it would make a long flight easier to endure for everyone. After all, the plane is just another form of public transportation like a bus, train or boat. No matter where you are seated or how long the flight is, it is not your personal living space. Show your neighbor a little respect.
Be Grim!
Gris Grimly
Copyright 2009 Gris Grimly
Thursday, November 12, 2009
LEAVE THOSE SNAKES ALONE!
Hedley retracted his arm from the burrowed hole with a yowl. His red face bit down on his lip to cease the quivering. He tried not to cry, but the tear in his eye got pushed out. It glistened a slow race down his red cheek.
Hedley’s mother ran up to the rock pile where he was playing. “What is it?” she asked.
Hedley had his arm chicken winged and his hand tucked into his shirt. His mother extended this awkward position for inspection. “Let me see it”.
The meaty part of the hand was swollen red with two small puncture wounds. This was no midget vampire bite though.
“I told you to leave those snakes alone!”
Hedley looked at his mother with a sorrowful expression, yet statuesque. He could have been in shock. Or, like the hundreds of times he’s heard his mother say LEAVE THOSE SNAKES ALONE, his brain did not absorb it.
“Come on,” She consoled, “Let’s get you cleaned up for dinner”.
Hedley and his mother walked back to the house. She put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him to her, barely reaching the protruding part of her hip.
Dinner was the usual fare; Meat, potatoes and greens decorated the plate. “Come on Hedley. Eat your meat,” his mother commanded.
Hedley looked at his plate with disgust. The meat and potato stared back at him saying, “Yeah Hedley. Come eat us. It will be fun!”
He has no problems eating his greens. Hedley loved vegetables. Brussel sprouts. Green beans. Broccoli. Peas. Spinach. You name it and he would eat it up. He loved vegetables, especially if they were green.
“You know,” his father said, while potato skins did suicide jumps from his lip, “You keep chasing those snakes, one of these days you're goin' to piss off the wrong type of snake. Your mother and I may not be around to save you. What do you think about that?”
Hedley picked his meat apart. At this point, it looked more like road kill.
The next day Hedley was in the backyard swinging a stick around. There are many things in the backyard that need a good beating. Tree trunks. Dirt. Metal pipes. Air. They all ask for it and when a kid runs outside to play, you can see the exhilarating rage in his eyes; I MUST BEAT THINGS WITH A STICK! Even pansy bushes are not safe from a child’s need to beat things with a stick.
After giving the juniper bush a good 2-3 whops, Hedley caught a glimpse of bright color rush from under the bush. Startled at first, he was quickly overcome with awe. This slinky friend was different than the usual green and brown encounters. This one was striped with colors of gold, ebony and rust.
The panicked reptile blundered in the moment and found a trapping within the nook of a tree trunk. Hedley’s eyes swelled beyond the sheaths of his eyelids. He waved his stick in the air and galloped over to the woody plant remains.
The cowering creature wound herself into a pile of soft-served chicken shit. Hedley knew what he could beat with a stick and what he couldn’t. Trees are okay. The swing set is okay. The house is not okay. The ground is okay. But you never…never never ever…beat a living thing with a stick. But it IS okay to poke it.
Hedley slowly pushed his wooden weapon into the mound of quivering scales. Poke.
Curious. The snake moved a bit, but she seemed docile. Maybe this is a friendly snake.
Hedley reached in slowly. In a quick-swift motion, he caught the snake around the neck. He stood up, rotating the snake's head towards his sternum. For a moment, Hedley stared at the snake and the snake stared at him. No words needed to be said as they communicated on a higher plane.
The snake slipped Hedley the tongue a few times, tasting the smell of her intruder. Hedley could see his reflection in the black beady eyes that were sizing him up.
“We’re friends, right?” Hedley asked.
The snake felt the clasp around her neck loosen. She lunged and latched onto Hedley’s heart.
As quickly as it happened, Hedley ripped the snake off and threw her to the ground. The snake hurried back to her juniper bush. Hedley stood there shocked. He looked about the world around him. Everything seemed calm. The wind blew. Birds flew above him, tweeting as they kissed the sun. Besides, it didn’t even hurt much.
This time, Hedley knew better than to cry and bring his mother running. He pulled down his shirt for inspection. The bite marks weren’t even that big and it wasn’t any more red than usual. This was reassuring.
Hedley decided it best to continue to play. He picked up his stick and continued to wallop unsuspecting dirt piles.
The sun crept behind the tree line. Although it was still many more stick swings away from dinner, Hedley was exhausted. He must have really been relentless in his beatings because he has never been this breathless.
He sat against the withered tree trunk to catch his breath. Taking himself away from all the action and excitement of object abuse, he listened to his heart. It was beating hard and fast within his confined and swollen chest. His mouth started to water and his eyes felt like nighttime.
I don’t feel good.
Hedley couldn’t muster the energy to run back to the house, so he resorted to crawling on his hands and knees. But even that took effort.
One hand in front of the other, he slowly made it as far as the juniper bush before collapsing to the ground. He rolled over on his back and stared up at the sky. Everything was calm. There were no more birds and no more sun. The sky swirled with purples, reds and oranges. It was a good day to die.
When Hedley didn’t come when called for dinner, his mother went out looking for him. She found him lying next to the juniper bush with a smile of blue lips. A dozen baby snakes with gold, ebony and rust stripes played among his body.
The End.
Copyright 2009 Gris Grimly
Hedley’s mother ran up to the rock pile where he was playing. “What is it?” she asked.
Hedley had his arm chicken winged and his hand tucked into his shirt. His mother extended this awkward position for inspection. “Let me see it”.
The meaty part of the hand was swollen red with two small puncture wounds. This was no midget vampire bite though.
“I told you to leave those snakes alone!”
Hedley looked at his mother with a sorrowful expression, yet statuesque. He could have been in shock. Or, like the hundreds of times he’s heard his mother say LEAVE THOSE SNAKES ALONE, his brain did not absorb it.
“Come on,” She consoled, “Let’s get you cleaned up for dinner”.
Hedley and his mother walked back to the house. She put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him to her, barely reaching the protruding part of her hip.
Dinner was the usual fare; Meat, potatoes and greens decorated the plate. “Come on Hedley. Eat your meat,” his mother commanded.
Hedley looked at his plate with disgust. The meat and potato stared back at him saying, “Yeah Hedley. Come eat us. It will be fun!”
He has no problems eating his greens. Hedley loved vegetables. Brussel sprouts. Green beans. Broccoli. Peas. Spinach. You name it and he would eat it up. He loved vegetables, especially if they were green.
“You know,” his father said, while potato skins did suicide jumps from his lip, “You keep chasing those snakes, one of these days you're goin' to piss off the wrong type of snake. Your mother and I may not be around to save you. What do you think about that?”
Hedley picked his meat apart. At this point, it looked more like road kill.
The next day Hedley was in the backyard swinging a stick around. There are many things in the backyard that need a good beating. Tree trunks. Dirt. Metal pipes. Air. They all ask for it and when a kid runs outside to play, you can see the exhilarating rage in his eyes; I MUST BEAT THINGS WITH A STICK! Even pansy bushes are not safe from a child’s need to beat things with a stick.
After giving the juniper bush a good 2-3 whops, Hedley caught a glimpse of bright color rush from under the bush. Startled at first, he was quickly overcome with awe. This slinky friend was different than the usual green and brown encounters. This one was striped with colors of gold, ebony and rust.
The panicked reptile blundered in the moment and found a trapping within the nook of a tree trunk. Hedley’s eyes swelled beyond the sheaths of his eyelids. He waved his stick in the air and galloped over to the woody plant remains.
The cowering creature wound herself into a pile of soft-served chicken shit. Hedley knew what he could beat with a stick and what he couldn’t. Trees are okay. The swing set is okay. The house is not okay. The ground is okay. But you never…never never ever…beat a living thing with a stick. But it IS okay to poke it.
Hedley slowly pushed his wooden weapon into the mound of quivering scales. Poke.
Curious. The snake moved a bit, but she seemed docile. Maybe this is a friendly snake.
Hedley reached in slowly. In a quick-swift motion, he caught the snake around the neck. He stood up, rotating the snake's head towards his sternum. For a moment, Hedley stared at the snake and the snake stared at him. No words needed to be said as they communicated on a higher plane.
The snake slipped Hedley the tongue a few times, tasting the smell of her intruder. Hedley could see his reflection in the black beady eyes that were sizing him up.
“We’re friends, right?” Hedley asked.
The snake felt the clasp around her neck loosen. She lunged and latched onto Hedley’s heart.
As quickly as it happened, Hedley ripped the snake off and threw her to the ground. The snake hurried back to her juniper bush. Hedley stood there shocked. He looked about the world around him. Everything seemed calm. The wind blew. Birds flew above him, tweeting as they kissed the sun. Besides, it didn’t even hurt much.
This time, Hedley knew better than to cry and bring his mother running. He pulled down his shirt for inspection. The bite marks weren’t even that big and it wasn’t any more red than usual. This was reassuring.
Hedley decided it best to continue to play. He picked up his stick and continued to wallop unsuspecting dirt piles.
The sun crept behind the tree line. Although it was still many more stick swings away from dinner, Hedley was exhausted. He must have really been relentless in his beatings because he has never been this breathless.
He sat against the withered tree trunk to catch his breath. Taking himself away from all the action and excitement of object abuse, he listened to his heart. It was beating hard and fast within his confined and swollen chest. His mouth started to water and his eyes felt like nighttime.
I don’t feel good.
Hedley couldn’t muster the energy to run back to the house, so he resorted to crawling on his hands and knees. But even that took effort.
One hand in front of the other, he slowly made it as far as the juniper bush before collapsing to the ground. He rolled over on his back and stared up at the sky. Everything was calm. There were no more birds and no more sun. The sky swirled with purples, reds and oranges. It was a good day to die.
When Hedley didn’t come when called for dinner, his mother went out looking for him. She found him lying next to the juniper bush with a smile of blue lips. A dozen baby snakes with gold, ebony and rust stripes played among his body.
The End.
Copyright 2009 Gris Grimly
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
FIRST SIGNS OF LIFE
I feel so accomplished. I finished my first painting for my new book, Frankenstein and posted it for everyone to enjoy. Let us all celebrate the beginning of a long journey ahead.
Gris Grimly's Frankenstein Blog
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Monday, October 19, 2009
CABARET MACABRE HALLOWEEN WEEKEND!
Greetings Society of Graverobbers,
With only a couple weeks away from spooky Halloween weekend, we at Mad Creator Productions, The Magic Castle and VE Publishing are starting to get a few of our vultures in a row- enough to at least taunt and tantalize your senses with what's to come Nov. 1st 2009 at the Cabaret Macabre.
Here's the skinned cat...
I will be hosting Gris Grimly's Cabaret Macabre Halloween Weekend, October 30, 31 and November 1. Although Friday and Saturday are only open to the Magic Castle members, you have all been granted the option to attend as my guest on Sunday November 1st. Tickets go on sale this Monday, October 19th. More information on that below.
Tickets are thirty dollars to get all fiends over the age of 21 in the door. All Cabaret Macabre attendees will receive a momentous Cabaret Macabre 2009 button (Hint: These will become extremely collectible as years pass by). Once in the doors, you have access to the world famous Magic Castle. You can make reservations for dinner, attend the magic shows, drink at the bars and most importantly attend the Cabaret Macabre in the Inner Circle!
Much like a traditional Cabaret, Cabaret Macabre will feature comedy, music, theatre, burlesque and art among a drinking audience. Here's what you can expect...
A GHASTLY GALLERIA BY THE MAD CREATOR!
I will have a gallery of artwork on display featuring monsters, madmen and everything spooky. There will be some brand new, never before seen or released pieces on display and available for sale including the release of a few new prints. We have created an extremely limited edition print based on my watercolor painting "Lure" to premiere at the show. When you come to the show, you can find out the time when you can get your skeletal hands on this print. This print will sell out fast. We will also be premiering the third Freakatorium set which includes three quaint sideshow freaks; Monkeybrain, Patchwork Girl and Trout Bone Head. We will also have the first two Freakatorium sets and other popular prints for sale.
LIVE BAND PERFORMANCES BY CREATURE FEATURE!
Comprised of the vicious vampiric vocalist Curtis RX and the ghoulishly fiendish organ master Erik X, the California native horror attraction Creature feature is set to take the underworld by storm. Creating a haunting mix of vintage horror visuals, old school beats, a carnival feel and a strangely rebellious approach to the modern ideals, the two monstrous musicians weave tales of the macabre, creating anthems for the horror minded and horror born alike. I'm happy to have Creature Feature a part of Cabaret Macabre as the (haunted)house band. They are sure to carry us through the night. If they wont have us feeling safe in wonderland, they will be scaring us into a new pair of trousers.
LIVE BAND PERFORMANCES BY THE VOODOO ORGANIST!
For the past seven years, the Voodoo Organist has been spreading his gospel of salvation through sin all over the country. Hard to categorize, yet instantly recognizable, he plays everything from industrial waltzes to drunken mambos; garage punk gospel rave ups to swinging exotic demonic blues. The Voodoo Organist will steer your conga line straight to hell, and you'll be dancing like the devil the whole way down.
OPERATIC SOUNDS BY ASHLEY KNIGHT!
Soprano Ashley Knight has earned distinction in wildly varied contexts, from the traditional opera stage to the underground music scene. Ms. Knight is passionately devoted to dusting the cobwebs off of the operatic art form and making it compelling to the opera fan and the uninitiated alike. Supported by highly imaginative visual elements, skilled acting, and a taste for the unexpected, she is creating a world of great beauty and surprising depth.
BURLESQUE BY VICTORIA VENGEANCE!
Known for stealing hearts and eating brains, Victoria Vengeance is sure to lure you in with her over-the-top set pieces and performances-a fusion of traditional striptease and dynamic theatrical-style. Victoria has given the burlesque community something to rave about. For this show, she brings us her penny arcade fortune telling madam act, which I promise will unhinge your jawbone and knock it off your skull. Not for the squeamish or the lovesick.
Your host Mistress Avalon will guide you through a time warp where ghouls are the hired hands and marionettes come to life. Have a howling good time, but try to avoid running into the dangerous hornswoggling ghouls, Gorp and Malick. In between changing sets and beating the crypt out of each other, they are known to hoodwink guests out of money, jewelry and even their pants. Spooky music will go bump in the night thanks to DJ Josh Schneider (Friday) and DJ Dave Bats (Saturday-Sunday).
We will be premiering many exclusive/new merchandise items at the show. We will have an event poster print. Get your skeletal hands on this 11 x 17 limited edition serigraph of the event poster. All prints are signed (by Gris Grimly) and numbered in a limited edition of 100. We will have a couple new shirts premiering at the show. We will have a limited edition event t-shirt with an image of Victoria Vengeance on the front and a new Cabaret Macabre shirt, both available in men's t-shirts and women's fitted tees. We will have crypt-kicking Cabaret Macabre vinyl stickers for cheap. Or get one for free with your purchase of any Cabaret Macabre merchandise at the MCP booth.
I am also thrilled to announce that after over a year, the brand(baby)spankin' new Ghoultown Mistress of the Dark Ultra Single will premiere at the show just in time for Halloween. This limited edition CD/DVD set contains an EP of music by Ghoultown, including the single Mistress of the Dark. The DVD contains the GG directed music video starring Elvira, behind-the-scenes documentary, video to storyboard comparison, episode of The Har Har Show and many awesome easter eggs. Be one of the first to pick this killer item up at the show.
HERE'S THE IMPORTANT INFO FOR YOUR EAR HOLE!
We have a better ticket system this year, allowing you to reserve tickets on The Magic Castle website. This should rectify the hideously long line issue we had last year. Tickets go on sale Monday, October 19th at 2pm. You will use member number A19522 as your log-in to make your ticket purchases. Tickets are on a first come first serve bases and will sell out quickly. So if you plan on attending, don't delay and get your tickets when they are available.
HERE IS THE LINK TO PURCHASE TICKETS ON MONDAY OCTOBER 19TH AT 2PM:
www.magiccastle.com/eventtickets
Sunday November 1st is open to all Society of Graverobbers members over the age of 21. I will be celebrating my birthday that night, so I hope a lot of you can make it out. Costumes are required (formal wear is acceptable).
That is all for now.
Be Grim!
Gris Grimly and Mad Creator Productions
Thursday, September 10, 2009
THE MAD CREATOR IN RICHMOND VIRGINIA?
Greetings,
You've read correctly. I will be doing a signing at the Edgar Allan Poe Museum in Richmond Virginia on September 24th. This isn't just a signing. The Edgar Allan Poe Museum is having me as a guest during their "Unhappy Hour" this month to sign my new book, Tales of Death and Dementia. We will also have other Poe affiliated merchandise available including Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab scented oils, event poster prints and t-shirts. We will be displaying and selling artwork from the new book as well as Tales of Mystery and Madness and Sleepy Hollow. We will also be screening my first short film Cannibal Flesh Riot!.
The event begins at 6pm and goes until 9pm. Later on that night, they will be screening a film in the garden for a measly $5. I will be there for the entire event and look forward to meeting some new fiends. As much as I wanted to do a more extensive East Coast tour, this is the only appearance that worked out. So I hope some of you are willing to travel out for this and join me for a drink at this East Coast book launch.
Sounds like a Cryptload of fun to me. See you there.
Be Grim!
Gris Grimly
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