Weekend of the Living Dead

Today I originally had plans to attend what seems like a very bizarre and somewhat depressing event. My uncle is an autograph collector (an impressive one at that) and had asked if I wanted to go to an autograph show with him.

The plans fell through, and as a result I won't be going. When I saw the amazing list of "celebrities" that are going to be there, I have to say I got very depressed that I wasn't going.

Check this out:
http://www.chillertheatre.com/gt/gtc4.htm

I know what you're thinking
"Dude how the crap can you not go to this! BUD FUCKING BUNDY is going to be there!!"

Since we are so close I am going to be honest with you. I'm extremely intimidated and downright terrified of meeting some of these people. No, not because I think they may mug me for spare change (besides Tonya Harding anyway), but because some of these people are icons of my childhood.

If I saw Faceman and Murdock from the A-team in person I might burst into tears and start hugging them uncontrollably. And being the staunch heterosexual that Dirk Bennedict obviously is, I might receive some kind of secret military death chop for my gaylord-like outburst.

Coming face to face with the dude who played Atreyu in The Neverending story would most likely cause me to burst out into my rendition of said movie's theme song. This would turn into a full fledged concert when I forced Nikolai Volkoff to sing the National Anthem of the Soviet Union with me.

But yeah, I'm not going now. It's kind of sad, but I can deal with because I know that this won't my last chance to score with Buffy the Vampire Slayer's mom. Fingers Crossed!