This weekend, I headed up to my buddy Eric’s place to hang out, watch some movies and hit the Chiller convention.
For those who don’t know, the Chiller convention is a convention for horror fans held a couple times a year in New Jersey. They get a wide variety of guests and have a slew of vendors selling assorted horror related goods.
Let’s just say we won’t be going back to that particular convention.
Because it sucks.
This is the third time I’ve gone, and the third time I’ve been irritated with the complete lack of organization with that con. The cheap fucks pack as many people as they possibly can into an environment that is entirely too small for the number of people going. The only reason we went this year was because it was supposedly held at a bigger venue, which I guess it might have been, but there were still way to many people.
Now, if it were just a lot of people, I wouldn’t hold the people behind Chiller responsible, but it’s not just that. They don’t know how to run a show. I don’t know how long they’ve been at it, but on their site they have 16 shows listed. How is it that HorrorFind, a convention coming up to its 5th or 6th show, can run it a thousand times better than someone who’s done it at least three times that?
If you go to Chiller looking for a particular guest, forget about it. Not only are their guests all over the place, no one on the staff knows, exactly, where the guests are. I saw Bill Moseley, star of such greats as The Devil’s Rejects and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, in the vendor room. Erin “Joanie from Happy Days” Moran (don’t ask) was in a hallway. There were celebrities upstairs. There were celebrities downstairs. There were celebrities in tents (!) outside.
Chiller, go fuck yourselves.
It’s painfully obvious you don’t give a shit about either the guests or the fans. It’s the same story every year and every year you have some half-ass excuse on why your convention sucks. I’m a realist, and I don’t see you folding anytime soon. But if you don’t make an effort to clean up your act, I will be the first one celebrating when you have your final convention. Hell, I might even attend it just to gloat.
You, dear reader, will have to find the Chiller link yourself. Those chumps don’t deserve the promotion.
But, there was a bright side to all of this. For one, I got to hang out my friends Eric and Tom (who met us at the convo). So that was a good time. We got to bitch about chiller and the way it was run together, so we weren’t in it alone. Plus I my picture taken with The Ghost Hunters. One of the reasons I went. I had gone to get my picture taken with Anthony Michael Hall, too, but that is an ENTIRE ‘nother blog. Just wait for that bitchfest.
Tom and I almost called O & A for a midget sighting, but that would have been wrong. Plus there was no reception in the building.
After the convention, Tom, Eric and I grabbed some lunch at a diner, said our goodbyes and Eric and I headed to a Flyers/Penguins game where Philly promptly got whooped 8 – 2. Doesn’t matter though, as hockey is a fun sport to watch live if you have nothing vested in the teams (which I didn’t). Some dude for the Penguins scored a hat trick, and Eric tells me that will be something I can tell my grandkids I saw. I forgot the guy’s name, though.
Sunday, Eric and I had lunch with The Lesley before I headed home. This was the first time I met Lesley in “real life,” but we got on real well. I had a good time at lunch and, fortunately, I never felt that stupid ass awkwardness you have when you meet someone for the first time. Even though she did punch me in my arm FOR NO REASON!
We had lunch, she recommended a good cup of coffee (and lessoned me on how to order it), and I drove home.
All in all, except for the shitfest that is known as Chiller, a great weekend.
Jason, myself and Grant. These guys rock.
The Flyers and Penguins warming up.
Me and The Lesley. I had to crop this one as my zipper was down. Sorry, ladies. And thanks for telling me, Eric and Lesley! 😡