I Know Nobody Can Do Me No Harm

Before my love of ghosts, before my love of birds, before deer, before tattooed women, and yes even before my love of the physical embodiment of death...I had a love, that started it all. It made me fall in love with zombies, camp outings, boat houses, taxidermy, sound effects, grainy images, people with bags over their heads, girl's in their underwear, jeeps, and underwater scenes. Friday The 13th has single handedly ruled my concepts of aesthetic beauty for as long as I can remember.

Now, I would say...I probably think about Friday The 13th everyday. But for the most part my fascination and obsession grows too strong to bear, and about once a year I will watch all 8 in a row (yes, that's right...8. the others don't count, and everyone knows it) much to the chagrin of whoever I am dating/living with at the time. I sit in utter silence, watching every movement, listening to every sound....if I were to have a religion, it would be Friday The 13th. Though, oddly enough...it's not Jason Voorhees that I am obsessed with (though I do have a soft spot for mutant freak-boy Jason, as well as any shot of Jason without the mask/bag on), it's everything else in the movies.

Now over the years I have attempted to make lots of art about Friday The 13th, even braving through a short comic when I was 10. The truth of the matter it, it is impossible for me to put what I love about the movies down on paper. The closest I ever came was about a year and a half ago...I was decently pleased with it. My girlfriend at the time however, was not. Funny when I think back on it, and realize that the girl was jealous of me drawing girls in their underwear...or hell, maybe she was jealous that I would always love Friday The 13th more than her:


Now, like I said...this was "close" to what I thought was a good adaptation of my love for these movies. But there was something still off about it. So well, I just forget about it.

Flash forward to last weekend, where I was going through all my image files looking for work to print. And what do I come across? The abandoned ode to the 13th. I took some time today to go back over it, and re-color it. And I've got to say...I don't think I will ever come much closer to showing my love for Jason and the gang...and really, when you look at it.....it has nothing really to do with Friday The 13th. Only in my heart of hearts do I know the true emotional force bursting through this rather thinly-veiled ass shot:

Speaking of obsessions with movies; I highly recommend The Return of The Ghostbusters for a truly impressive fan-film. They made an earlier movie called "Freddy vs. The Ghostbusters" which is almost hard to watch...but TROTG is a huge leap forward. And it also proves as I have believed for years; that carrying an ecto-pack on your back through the streets of any city, still looks cool even in the 21st century.

Robin and I will be going to see Romero's Diary Of The Dead tonight. I am rather excited, but also hesitant...It is kind of hard to forget the true piece of shit that Land Of The Dead was. ( and yes John Leguizamo, I blame you!)

NEWS FLASH! : Found this article on Steve Rolston's Livejournal. Now, I assume your average housewife would look at the news of three human feet washing up on the shores of Vancouver islands, as mere coincidence. But I would like to point out that Max Brook's would probably disagree....this is pretty clearly an indication of a Class 1 infestation of the Undead. Watch out Canada! You're in for it!