Isn’t it great how something occurring in Secaucus, NJ, can be billed as happening in NYC? Actually, no. That’s pretty shitty. So’s Secaucus, actually; so I guess there’s a reason for everything.

This past weekend, I was in lovely Secaucus for Fangoria’s Weekend of Horrors.

Overall the convention was pretty lackluster, despite the rather interesting guests they had. Some of the guests they had originally billed (like Jeffrey Combs) had to cancel, but they still had big names like Stan Winston and James Marsters (whom has been at several other Events I’ve been to, though this is the first time I’ve ever actually attended one of his panels).

Of course, the highlight of the convention, the reason I went in the first place, was that Voltaire was performing. He was entertaining, as always, so much so that I kind of regret skipping out on his Syracuse concert a few months back when I decided to go to Boston instead. Peter and I also accosted him for a picture (my second with him):

Other than that, not much of the rest of the con is really worth mentioning. There was a small but alright dealers room. I bought lots of crap :)

Oh, I also made Brian O’Halloran think I was heckling him when I ran into him in the dealer’s room. All I said was “I loved you in Alien Sex Party!”. He thought I was joking. I wasn’t :(

Update 2006/07/06:
Here’s a review of this event from Dread Central. They are very diplomatic in noting the lacklusterness of this event. They are also very diplomatic in describing Uwe Boll‘s escapades (though that may be out of fear of the man). Also, they left just before Voltaire started playing, which I don’t understand at all.